I am the Lord of the Universe. With a single thought, galaxies are born; with a single fit of anger, all things are destroyed.
With time on my hands, I descended to the mortal realm for a vacation, hoping to experience the fun of being human.
But the moment I landed, an icy female CEO dragged me off to register our marriage, making me the “useless live-in son-in-law” everyone laughs at.
From then on, my daily life changed from ruling the heavens and the Myriad Worlds to doing laundry, cooking, and serving my wife.
My family makes me serve tea and water at a reunion? I put up with it. A business genius calls me a freeloader? I put up with that too.
Until one day, someone bullies my wife, and tears fall from her eyes.
I sigh and casually make a phone call.
The next day, one hundred thousand interstellar warships surround the entire solar system.
“Reporting in, my lord. Should we eat first, or blow this place up?”
