After Becoming the Son of a Tyrant

Hilzer was born on a remote and desolate garbage planet. He relied on his outstanding fighting talent to enter the Empire's First Military Academy. However, he matched the emperor of the Empire during the genetic test before entering the school. No one dared to call him by his first name. ——His crown is made of blood, and his seat is covered with bones. "Madman, parricide, conqueror, careerist." These are all words piled on that king. However, people most often call him a tyrant. * "Are you my son?" The monarch wearing a scarlet cloak glanced at the young man in front of him who had a face that was 70% similar to his own, with full coldness and arrogance. Hilse smiled and winked at him. The fluffy golden hair wrapped around his soft cheeks, making him look like a harmless little animal, too well-behaved. The tyrant was completely deceived by his clever and clever appearance at first. Until he was called to the military academy for the nth time to help his "well-behaved" and "sensible" young son wipe his butt—— "Last time, I ate all the ingredients in the kitchen of the military academy. What was it about this time? A fight? What was the reason for the fight?" "I forgot." Hilzer changed his previous obedient behavior and crossed his legs lazily, with a disapproving look on his face: "It's not an important thing anyway, Tassili, why do you come all the way here like this?" "You have to call me father, Hilze." The indifferent king frowned and looked at his youngest son. "Speaking of the school cafeteria..." Hilzer looked at his father with bright eyes: "I'm hungry." "... Don't be such a spoiled brat, I remember you just had lunch not long ago." The tyrant father looked at his lazy little son and couldn't help but clenched his fists. "Forget it." He changed the subject and tried to calm down his irritable mood: "Today you have to go back to the palace to attend the dinner with me to prepare..." "Okay—dinner!!!" Before the tyrant could finish speaking, he saw his eldest son blowing out of the door like a whirlwind. If he read correctly, he seemed to be walking in the opposite direction of the palace. Tyrant: ... Today is also a day that is exhausted both mentally and physically by this little brat. (Tired). Jpg Small theater: Before Hilzer entered the door: Is this your home? (Expect). Jpg After Hilzer entered the door: Is this your home? You just come in? (Picking nose). Jpg Reading guide: 1. The indifferent tyrant (crossed out), the mentally and physically exhausted old father vs. The reckless and rebellious older son, atypical raising cubs & atypical group pets, family affection without cp 2. The protagonist can't pick his nose! No nose picking! This is just an exaggerated description (serious) 3. I live in the interstellar world, and everything is empty. Intention: Bao wants it! Treasure got!