The Main God’s Kids Are a Handful Today, Too

Also known as: I Really Don't Care and One Punch for Every Overthinker

For a long time, Ben had thought that everyone in the real world must be seriously ill. But after his mother erased his memories of life in the real world, that thought disappeared too.

Until now...

To his left, his real-world playmate gave him a look of deep anguish and told him that he was dead, and that his soul was now being tortured by the Main God.

Child of the Main God (his mother), Ben: ?

To his right, his real-world adoptive father looked both overjoyed and devastated, his expression as complicated as a well-used paint palette. Then he held Ben with trembling arms, begging him to wake up and return to the world of the living.

Ben, who was wide awake and had never died: ??

Later, Ben finally lost his patience. He snatched the gun from the criminal, kicked and broke the man's leg, and pressed the muzzle hard against his temple. But when he turned around, he saw a group of people looking at him with concern, afraid his actions would hurt him again.

Ben: Are you all seriously ill? The contagious kind?

*This is primarily a shou's story, but it may develop into an independent, ambiguous romance. The protagonist is beautiful and powerful, but doesn't suffer.

*The Main God dotes on their child.

*The author is extremely shou- and protagonist-obsessed. Please enjoy!

*So much wish fulfillment, with plenty of one-sided crushes. Harem of admirers warning!

*The writing goes wherever the current takes it, and the author is sensitive.

*Please don't leave critical comments. Suggestions are welcome.

Theme: Imagination is always beautiful