Make me leave the team? My beast girl and I can win easily.

Lin Yu's life after becoming the creator god was much more peaceful than he had imagined.

He almost never sits on that enormous throne in the realm of gods.

The throne, formed from the laws of creation, floated at the highest point of the divine realm, its entire body shimmering with seven-colored light, overlooking the endless void below.

But the last time Lin Yu sat on it was three months ago—that day Lin Li insisted on climbing up to take a look, but he slid down and was caught by Lin Yu.

From then on, the throne became a slide for the children.

Most of the divine affairs that required His judgment were handled by Lin Shan and Lin Qing.

The God of Chaos governs the balance between order and chaos, while the God of the Underworld governs death and the cycle of reincarnation.

The two goddesses worked together seamlessly, managing the divine realm with great efficiency.

They only come to Lin Yu when there are particularly difficult disputes.

It usually happens after dinner.

Lin Shan held the book and said calmly, "Your Excellency, the remnants of the God of Light are causing trouble."

Lin Qing, holding Lin Yu's arm, added quietly, "After killing a few, the rest behaved themselves."

Lin Yu nodded and continued drinking her tea.

His only task is to accompany the children as they grow up.

In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading a warm golden hue across the floor.

That sunlight was not the sun of the mortal realm, but a light source condensed by Lin Yu using the laws of creation, hanging in the sky of the divine realm, rising in the east and setting in the west, no different from that of the mortal realm.

Lin Yu opened her eyes.

He lay on the soft bed, his side empty—Lin Xue had gotten up long ago; she was always the first one up in the family.

Taotie was still dozing in His arms, his little belly rising and falling, making a soft purring sound.

He gently placed it on the pillow. Taotie turned over in its sleep, hugged the pillow with its short paws, and muttered "braised pork".

Lin Yu smiled, got up, and got out of bed.

He was wearing a white bathrobe and walking barefoot on the wooden floor.

The Creator God doesn't need to wear shoes; the power of the laws naturally protects Him, and the coolness of the ground only makes Him feel comfortable.

He pushed open the bedroom door, and the sounds of children playing could already be heard in the hallway.

Lin Li is six years old.

Her short, silvery-white hair was messy, as if it had just been blown by the wind.

He was wearing a white vest and holding a wooden sword—the first sword Lin Yue had made for him, with simple runes engraved on its blade, which emitted a faint golden light when swung.

He was chasing Lin Qi down the corridor, shouting, "Don't run! Take this!"

Lin Qi ran at a moderate pace.

She wore a light green dress, her deep green vertical pupils were full of smugness, and a sly smile played on her lips.

She inherited Lin Qing's speed and agility. Every time Lin Li was about to catch her, she would suddenly accelerate and create distance.

Lin Li stomped his feet in anger, but he would always chase after her again.

Lin Lan sat on the windowsill in the corridor.

She was wearing a light gold dress, and her golden hair was tied into two small braids that hung down her shoulders.

She was engrossed in reading a book bigger than her head.

That book was an ancient classic that Lin Shan brought back from the source of chaos, recording the laws and mysteries of the beginning of the world.

Although Lin Lan is only six years old, she can already understand most of it.

She turned the page, a slight smile playing on her lips, clearly having found something interesting.

Lin Zhen squatted by the flower bed.

She was wearing a light brown dress, and her long light brown hair was tied back with a ribbon.

She was holding a small watering can and carefully watering the base of the rose bushes.

Those roses were seeds that Lin Huan brought from the mortal realm, and they bloomed exceptionally beautifully in the soil of the divine realm.

Red, pink, and yellow, glistening with dewdrops in the morning light.

As Lin Zhen watered the plants, she hummed an unknown tune, a nursery rhyme that Lin Huan had taught her.

Lin Bei hid at the corner of the stairs.

She wore an orange dress, her orange hair cascading down her back, and her heterochromatic eyes, one red and one blue, secretly watched her older brothers and sisters.

She wanted to join, but she didn't dare.

Every time Lin Li ran over, she would shrink back;

After Lin Li had run far away, she peeked out again.

Lin Qi noticed her and waved to her.

Lin Bei hesitated for a moment, then withdrew.

Lin Yu walked over.

His footsteps were very light, but Lin Li was the first to hear them.

He immediately gave up chasing Lin Qi, turned around, his eyes lit up, and rushed over to hug her leg.

"Father! I practiced a new sword technique today, would you like to see it?"

Lin Yu bent down and picked up her son.

Lin Li wrapped his arms around His neck, his silvery-white head nuzzling against His chin.

"Look. Look after breakfast."

Lin Qi walked over, grabbed the hem of His clothes, and without saying a word, just looked up at Him with a smile in her eyes.

Lin Lan jumped down from the windowsill, hugged His legs, and pressed her face against His knees.

Lin Zhen stood up, jogged over, and stuffed a rose into his hand.

"Daddy, flowers."

Lin Bei peeked out from the corner of the stairs, hesitated for a moment, then rushed over and threw herself into His arms.

Five children surrounded Him.

Lin Yu smiled. "Let's go, have breakfast."

Inside the restaurant, long tables were laden with breakfast.

Lin Huan got up before dawn to prepare—millet porridge, steamed buns, fried eggs, fried dough sticks, soy milk, and side dishes, a whole table full of food.

The bowls and chopsticks were neatly arranged, and each person had a cup of hot milk on their seat.

The beast girls began to appear one after another.

Lin Xue sat to Lin Yu's left.

She wore a long white dress, her long silver hair cascading down her back, and the sword that had been with her for many years hung at her waist.

She sipped her porridge slowly and deliberately, occasionally placing a piece of food on Lin Lan's plate beside her, her movements as natural as if she had done it a thousand times.

Lin Ya sat next to Lin Xue.

She was wearing a red tracksuit, and her pink pigtails were tied high.

With his mouth stuffed with steamed buns and his cheeks bulging, he mumbled as he discussed the design of the new weapon with Lin Hui.

"Hui'er, do you think it's possible to compress that fission cannon a bit more?"

"It's too big now, it's inconvenient to carry."

Lin Hui sat opposite Lin Ya.

She was wearing a light blue dress, with long blue hair cascading down her back. The dragon horns on her head were a little longer than when she was a child, but still short.

She took a bite of the fried dough stick and shook her head.

"If it can't be compressed, and the energy density is too high, it's easy to explode during launch."

"Then let's change our approach, instead of fission, let's use fusion?"

"Mergers are unstable."

The two chatted enthusiastically, one after the other.

Lin Shan sat next to Lin Hui.

She wore a long golden robe, her golden hair cascading down her back, and held a thick book in her hands.

She drank soy milk while reading, her eyes almost never leaving the pages.

As the patriarch of the Blue Dragon Clan, Lin Hui brought her many of the Blue Dragon Clan's secret books.

This captivated Lin Shan, who loved reading, and she couldn't put the book down.

It wasn't until Lin Huan placed a steamed bun on Lin Shan's plate that she looked up and said "thank you."

Lin Duo sat behind Lin Xue.

She wore an orange dress, her orange hair cascading down her back, and her heterochromatic eyes, one red and one blue, looked timidly at everyone.

She whispered something to Lin Huan, a faint smile on her face.

She's become much bolder in recent years, at least she dares to speak in front of people, but her voice is still soft.

Lin Qing held onto Lin Yu's arm as always.

She wore a dark green long dress, her light green long hair cascading down her back, and her deep green vertical pupils were half-closed, as if she were dozing off.

Her face rested on Lin Yu's shoulder, her breathing even.

No one bothered her; everyone knew she was simply enjoying the intimacy.

Lin Huan stood by the dining table, gently serving porridge to everyone.

She wore a moon-white, modernized Hanfu, its hem fluttering in the breeze. Her long, light brown hair was loosely tied up, with a few stray strands falling beside her ears.

Her movements were very light, each step like dancing.

The Goddess of Willpower doesn't need to do these things, but she likes to.

She said that taking care of her family is the happiest thing.

Lin Yue and Lin Su sat together.

Lin Yue was wearing a brown jumpsuit, her light brown short hair was a little messy, and she was studying the blueprints of the new equipment while eating breakfast.

Lin Su was wearing a white lab coat, and her long white hair was tied into a ponytail.

The two discussed the new recipe while eating breakfast, occasionally arguing, but mostly nodding in tacit agreement.

Lin You's illusory figure floated in mid-air.

She wore a transparent long dress, and her transparent fingertips drew streaks of light in the air.

The screen displays real-time information about the Galactic Federation—trade data, population statistics, alien population distribution, and resource extraction.

She is the goddess of information, controlling all information, but her greatest concern is always the safety of her family.

Vera stood quietly in the corner.

She wore a silver-white dress, her long silver-white hair cascading down her back, and her golden eyes were calm as still water.

Her energy core rotated slowly in her chest, emitting a soft buzzing sound.

The Goddess of Machines doesn't need to eat, but she appears at the dining table every day on time to watch everyone eat.

Dashan sat in the courtyard.

She was too big to fit in the restaurant.

The more than three-meter-tall body was bathed in the morning light, its bronze skin gleaming in the sunlight.

She was holding a specially made large bowl filled with porridge, and she drank half of it in one gulp.

The Goddess of Strength doesn't need to eat so much, but she's used to it.

Ao Yue transformed into human form and sat to Lin Yu's right.

She wore a long, silver-white dress, her hair was as white as snow, her eyes were as blue as the sea, and two short dragon horns on her head shone brightly in the morning light.

She ate the food that Lin Huan had put on her plate in small bites, her movements elegant and reserved.

She has been living with us for a year, but she is still not used to it.

Lin Hui sat down next to her and put a piece of braised pork on her plate.

"Little Moon, eat more!"

Ao Yue looked at the braised pork in the bowl, then at Lin Hui's smiling face, and whispered, "Thank you."

Then I took a bite, and my eyes lit up.

Yan Shuang sat to Lin Yu's right, next to Ao Yue.

She wore an ice-blue battle robe, her long ice-blue hair cascading down her back, and held a cup of hot milk in her hand.

She glanced at Lin Yu occasionally, her eyes filled with tenderness.

The Goddess of Ice doesn't need to drink hot milk, but she likes the feeling of warmth.

The Taotie rolled down from the building.

She rolled down the stairs, one step at a time, her furry body looking like a ball of yarn.

When she rolled to the restaurant entrance, she bounced up and landed precisely on the dining table, squatting next to the plate and staring longingly at Lin Yu.

Lin Yu picked up a piece of braised pork and placed it in front of it.

The gluttonous beast swallowed it whole, squinted its eyes, and let out a satisfied snort.

Then she looked at Lin Yu, her eyes sparkling.

"One more piece, please."

Lin Yu picked up another piece.

The gluttonous beast swallowed it again.

"One more piece, please."

Lin Yu tapped its head.

"Eat it yourself."

Taotie scratched its head in grievance, squatted down next to the plate, and looked at the others with its big, bright eyes.

Lin Ya, being soft-hearted, secretly picked up a piece and gave it to it.

The gluttonous beast swallowed it whole and winked at Lin Ya.

This is the daily life of the creator god.

There was no superiority or awe, only the warmth of a family sitting together eating breakfast.