Ten years ago, I was the ceiling of humanity, fighting three foreign emperors alone.
Ten years later, I was the most famous "trash dad" in Canglan City, making a living by picking up rags for my son.
My son was called "a waste without a father" at school. I went to a parent-teacher meeting with a kitchen knife and was laughed at by everyone.
Until that day, in order to save his classmates, his son was surrounded and killed by aliens, and his life was hanging by a thread.
I put down the spatula in my hand and glanced at the system prompt:
[The son breaks through the body refining realm, and the host realm is automatically upgraded to the magical power realm!
[Father's love is like a mountain, the balance system of heaven is at your service - you will always be four realms higher than your son.
I stepped into the void with one step and stood in front of my son.
The son's eyes widened: "Dad, you... Aren't you a cripple?"
I patted his head and chuckled:
"A useless person? Silly boy, dad is just afraid that you will be proud."
