One more catty, one more attribute point - Chapter 600 - 487: Who Gave You the Courage to Lay a Hand on My Family!_2

[space + superpower+ farming + family + babies + slow pace + face slapping+world building]Elena has returned from a dark future where society has collapsed. Now, as the apocalypse approaches once more, she must confront the dangers alongside her husband, Ethan, and his courageous family. Together, they fight against natural disasters, mutant beasts, and an alien invasion that threatens to eradicate humanity.Join Elena and Ethan as they navigate the world full of uncertainty.********Excerpt:Triplets little show (2 years old)Ethan was strolling through the living room when he spotted his son climbing on the table.Ethan: “Leo, come down!”Baby 1, in the kitchen, turned around and sprinted to the sofa.Baby 1: “Daddy, eo!” [pointing at himself earnestly]Ethan: “Oops, my mistake! Leo’s here; Finn, get down now!”Baby 3 burst from the bedroom, rushing to the sofa.Baby 3: “Daddy!” [looking puzzled]Ethan: “Finn?”Baby 3: “Daddy, Finn!” [leaping into Ethan’s arms]Ethan felt his face heat up. Just then, Max darted down the table, throwing himself into Elena’s embrace.Baby 2: [giggling as Elena smothered her with kisses] “Mommy!”Elena shot Ethan a knowing look, her eyes saying, “You mixed them up again.”Ethan: [with a playful glint in his eye] “Can you blame me? They’re all adorable little lookalikes!”They both chuckle, watching the chaos unfold.

That year, she made a run for it while pregnant. He was a powerful figure in the Malacca Strait, commanding respect in both legal and illegal circles. He allowed no one to cross him. So, at the engagement party when she was 25, a stranger in black claimed that the bride had taken his virginity and insisted that she take responsibility and return his... child.“Do you also want to marry me?” she asked him. Although the wording was wrong, they were both getting married, so he agreed to “marry” her. Having a child and taking the wife's surname seemed like no big deal to the big boss. Surprisingly, he decided to retire and become a stay-at-home dad, shocking his brothers!

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.