What's It Like to Be Raised as a Kid by the Strongest?

[Please add these upcoming works to your favorites: "Zenin-kun Plays Baseball" and "Farming, but Ruling the Jujutsu World"] "You've been cursed, WTW." After an overconfident curse user put a curse on him, a child of about six suddenly fell from the sky. WTW caught him without thinking. Silver hair, striking red-and-gold eyes, and a face as if it had been carved from the same mold. In every way, the child looked just like WTW's... illegitimate son. * WTW has an illegitimate son with no talent for sorcery, and the jujutsu world is in an uproar. Even XYJ, the former leader of the Time Vessel Association who defected, comes back to watch the show. WTW: "Look! This is my son! Isn't he cute?" Smug.JPG Cult Leader Geto: "These days, even Satoru can have a son. If you live long enough, you really do see everything. As expected, this false world can't make me smile from the heart." The human wishing machine technique activates... Cult Leader Geto loses his mind: "Ahahahahaha, Satoru-chan, let's go catch jellyfish!" Cursed Technique [Limitless]: The result's level of satisfaction depends on the price paid. Once a deal is made, the result is guaranteed, but the way it comes about may not be what you hoped for. [Reading guide] 1. This is a survival-IF route from the author's other work, "I Was Cursed by the Strongest." You can read this without having read that one. Basically, six-year-old twins are picked up by twenty-seven-year-old Gojo, and his little brother becomes his son. A heartwarming slice-of-life story. 2. A slightly goofy, healing story. No angst. [Upcoming] "Zenin-kun Plays Baseball" Although he was born into one of the Three Great Families, Zenin Aoi was an ordinary person through and through. Ignored and despised, Zenin Aoi lived in a daze, like a pile of mud. After leaving the Zenin family, Zenin Aoi found the meaning of his existence. The dazzling, scorching sun standing on the pitcher's mound said to him, "Aoi, follow me. Let's go to Koshien together!" "Conquer the nation"... The aloof king had invited him, and Zenin Aoi couldn't refuse. Zenin Aoi gripped the bat in his hands. "Narumi, I'll answer you with my hitting. Let's stand at the top together and enjoy victory!" * To Narumi: When I heard you say, "I want to go to Koshien with you," I was so happy. I've never told you this, but you're the best pitcher in my heart. Through you, I saw a world beyond becoming a jujutsu sorcerer, and that encouraged me so much. Thanks to you, I had the best three years of my life. I'm so glad I met you during the most uncertain years of my youth! Please keep walking alongside me from now on. Let's become the world's best pitcher and batter together. I'll stand behind you, keep bringing in runs, and be your best partner. Respectfully, Zenin Aoi [Upcoming] "I Own a Gourmet City" Feilos transmigrates with his max-level assassin account. Not only does it merge with his mage storage account, he also ends up with a vast territory. Vast, but poor. On his first day in the territory, Feilos nearly mistakes it for a monster spawn point for liches. The residents are skin and bones. Residents: "My lord... hungry... food..." Feilos: "...Fine." * The land is barren? Bring on fertilizer and waterwheels. Elves: "How can we harvest ten thousand jin per mu without a Fountain of Life?! Great Tree of Life, this is a miracle!" Two monster tides a year? Bring on a cookbook of braising, stir-frying, and deep-frying. Dragon: "I didn't! I swear! Dragon meat isn't tasty at all!" Not enough people? Civil Registry clerk on duty: "When can the lord expand our office building? We've even started a lottery for technical immigrants, but the lines are still just as long! The city management department complains every day that we're blocking the street!" If Azeroth City is too small and there aren't enough spots, why not try expanding the territory? All the intelligent races: "Waaah, City Lord Feilos, would you consider ruling the world? Please consider it!" Feilos: "??? I didn't, I swear! Don't make things up!" Azeroth City: A super-first-class metropolis that leads the way, combining tourism, leisure, entertainment, and retirement. Countless people compete to move there. Perfect-score essay from the primary school of an empire: "My Dream"... My dream is to get official residency in Azeroth City. First, I'll study hard and become a renowned scholar. Then, I'll keep meditating and become a great mage. I'll also practice swordsmanship and become a master swordsman. Finally, I'll become a potion maker and brew a huge pot of Felix Felicis to bless me with a lucky number in the lottery. Teacher's comment: It's a fine dream, but first you need to be a long-lived race. CP: A blond, melancholy beauty of a lich as the gong. Theme: Love helps you become a better person.