In the late stage of terminal illness, I was bound to the "Borrowing Seeds" system. Traveling through the small world, getting close to the son of luck, running away with the ball after a night of spring breeze. Every time a child is born, a reward of 100 million will be given. By gathering all three sons, I will be healed and reborn, with wealth and freedom. Ancient war god, modern overlord, interstellar commander... I evaluate calmly, execute efficiently, leave immediately after giving birth, hiding my merit and fame. With the money rewarded by the system, I trained my three sons to become big men in all walks of life. As for the child's father? He's just a tool, he doesn't deserve any emotion. Fifty years later, I died and closed my eyes in peace. System settlement, rebirth in the original world, health and wealth, and a perfect life. I thought it was over. Until—my three sons, who have become business tycoons, martial arts legends, and interstellar academicians, each came to their elderly biological father with DNA reports, "Hello, tool daddy." "This is your mother's feedback and thank you gift." "By the way, she just passed away last month, and she passed away peacefully." At that moment, the men on the ceiling of the three worlds collectively went crazy.
