Urban: Raising a Child Makes Me Stronger

I used to be a ladies’ man, drifting through a sea of beauties without ever letting one touch my heart. Then one day, a bound “Super Dad System” left me completely dumbfounded: failing at childcare was no problem. In fact, it earned me ridiculously powerful skills!

I was wondering where I was supposed to get a kid when someone knocked on the door.

“Daddy, Mommy says she met you in Paris…”

Me: ???

From then on, my daily life went completely off the rails

I deliberately messed up a diaper change, hoping to fail, and got the [SSS-Rank Divine Hands]. I deliberately taught my kid to count incorrectly and awakened [Super-Brain Calculations]. I tried to make a disgusting meal and poison myself, only to receive [Chef God’s Blessing]…

Gradually, the whole world realized something was off. Why could this man, who pushed a stroller around the park every day, casually repair a nuclear power plant? Crack a bank vault with a diaper? And write a variation on “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” at a parent-teacher meeting that made the king of pop beg to learn it?

Then one day, my ex-girlfriends showed up with a whole bunch of kids. “We heard you became the richest man in the world by raising kids?”

Looking at the roomful of children, I fell into deep thought

I guess I really am going to be a dad for good?