My Mom Is a War God

This is a world full of the supernatural, strange tales, and rules. Ordinary people must follow the rules handed down to them if they want to survive.

You could really say of the people here, "To be born human, I am sorry."

I opened my eyes and found myself transmigrated from a peaceful era into this place. It's a lot to deal with.

At first, I thought that since I'd already died once, dying again wouldn't matter, so I never followed any of the rules.

The problem is--

My mom is a god of war.

If an ordinary human has a combat strength of 5, and monsters range from 500 to 5,000, then my mom...

Her combat strength is 8.

Yeah, an 8 lying on its side.

Content warnings:

1. First-person narration. The female lead is a deadpan commentator who rarely speaks.

2. The female lead has a mental illness and isn't like a normal person. Her mom is even less human, with her golden finger fully activated.

3. The female lead plays dumb and keeps a low profile. Her mom just wants to eat and can't be bothered to pretend.

4. The author likes to include personal opinions. If that makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading.

This is my fourth book. I'm open to writing advice.

Theme: With Mom around, there's nothing to be afraid of!