The System Tells Me to Con My Uncle, but My Twins Expose Me on Livestream

When I woke up, there were two little rice balls on the desk of the ultimate boss.

“Uncle! Mommy said we should come find you!”

I, a leader feared by all, stared at the two tiny tots calling me Uncle and fell into deep thought.

The live comments went wild: “What’s going on? The final boss of the dungeon is suddenly raising kids?!”

Even more absurdly, these two kids had put all their skill points in the weirdest places.

When vengeful ghosts attacked, other kids trembled in fear. Mine pulled out a little notebook: “This ghostie’s resentment score can be traded for three packs of teddy bear cookies!”

I cleaned up traitors while nursing a headache. “Who taught you all this?”

The twins answered in unison: “Rule forty-eight in Mommy’s notebook: If you run into someone you can’t beat, go find Uncle.”

Then one day, the scumbag player who had deceived my younger sister was cornered by the two kids at the respawn point.

Holding up their little notebook, they smiled sweetly. “Mommy says naughty kids have to be punished.”

I stood in the shadows and smiled.

Good. Family should stick together, every last one of us.