Demon King-Level Nanny

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 The Son's Father is the Demon Lord (1)

A sudden downpour on a summer afternoon washed the green hills clean.

At the foot of the mountain, in a simple wooden cabin, Gu Tang had been lying there for a day and a night.

Two unnatural red patches on his cheeks made his thin, ashen face look somewhat eerie.

"Father... Father..."

In his hazy state, a soft, sweet voice, tinged with a sob, rang in his ears.

Father... Father...

Is someone calling him?

Father?!

He only has a perpetually aloof lover; when will he have children...?

Ah! That's it!

Before falling into a coma, a sliver of clarity flashed through Gu Tang's chaotic brain, which had been struck by countless lightning bolts, and countless memories flooded into his mind.

After cultivating against all odds for tens of thousands of years, he finally encountered the greatest tribulation for cultivators.

Once he crosses that threshold, the world will be his oyster; he will be the true number one in all realms.

result……

An unprecedentedly massive tribulation lightning descended from the sky, instantly turning even someone as powerful as him into charred remains.

In a daze, a voice told him that he had to go to different worlds to be the father of ninety-nine young protagonists with tragic childhoods.

Protect them, accompany them, and let them feel the warmth of society.

It also taught him that true feelings still exist in the world.

You need to accumulate 99 merit points before you can hope to successfully overcome the tribulation.

Could this not be a hallucination caused by being struck by lightning, but real?!

Gu Tang suddenly opened his eyes and instinctively tried to sit up.

"Ugh!" He had barely raised his head when a sharp pain, which had started in his abdomen, swept over his entire body.

it hurts!

Gu Tang frowned and fell heavily back onto the bed.

I haven't felt such excruciating pain in many years.

"Daddy!" Seeing Gu Tang's pained expression, the child quickly reached out his little hand and carefully touched Gu Tang's face, asking in a childish voice, "Daddy, does it hurt a lot?"

"Hmm..." Gu Tang responded vaguely, turning his head slightly to look at the child standing at the head of the bed.

The child was about five or six years old and was wearing a rough blue cloth outfit.

The clothes were a bit too big, making him look even thinner, but his features were extremely delicate.

When Gu Tang looked at him, the child's pert little nose twitched slightly, and tears rolled down his round, watery eyes once again.

"Daddy! Waaah..." The child sobbed a few times, then suddenly burst into loud sobs, "You're finally awake! I thought you never wanted Nuo'er again... Waaah..."

“…Good boy!” Gu Tang swallowed hard. Seeing the child crying so sadly, he quickly endured the pain and slowly raised his hand.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then very carefully placed his hand on the child's head.

Soft black hair gently brushed against his palm, which he had always used to hold a sword.

It was light, warm, and carried a strange, unfamiliar thrill that he had never experienced before.

"Good girl...uh...Nuo'er," Gu Tang stammered.

His son, Gu Nuo, looked up.

Tears washed his eyes clean, leaving his long, thick eyelashes damp.

He just looked at Gu Tang like that, both cute and pitiful.

Gu Tang felt a warmth in his heart: "Daddy's alright, be good."

He rubbed Gu Nuo's head, took a deep breath, and barely managed to sit up by supporting himself on the bed with one hand.

"Father, be careful."

Gu Nuo is really well-behaved.

He quickly reached out to help Gu Tang up, and even tried to stuff a pillow behind his back for him.

Then he turned around and ran to the table, picked up a wooden bowl that was half-filled with water, and walked back to the bedside.

"Father, have some water." Gu Nuo carefully brought the bowl of water to Gu Tang's lips with both hands.

"Good boy..." Gu Tang rubbed his head again.

The child's well-behaved and considerate nature made Gu Tang's initial awkwardness and unfamiliarity fade considerably.

He smiled slightly, tilted his head back and drank half a bowl of water, and the pain in his body seemed to lessen considerably.

"Daddy, do you want more? Nuo'er will pour you another one." Gu Nuo stood on tiptoe to take the wooden bowl from Gu Tang's hand and asked in a childish voice.

His wide sleeves slipped down, revealing a thin arm.

"Wait!" Gu Tang suddenly reached out and grabbed Gu Nuo's wrist. "What's this?"

He didn't give Gu Nuo a chance to back down, forcefully pulling his sleeve up to his shoulder, revealing his entire arm.

The child's once fair arms were covered with blue and purple pinch marks, and almost no intact skin could be seen!

"No..." Gu Nuo lowered her head, avoiding her father's eyes, and stammered, "I fell down myself..."

Gu Tang narrowed his eyes slightly.

He also possesses the original memories of the body's original owner.

The world he is in now is also a world with cultivators and many cultivation sects.

He was originally a disciple of a top sect. He was exceptionally intelligent and cultivated at an extremely fast pace. He became an inner disciple at the age of thirteen and was deeply favored by the sect leader.

But for some reason, starting from the age of eighteen, he could no longer make any progress on his path of cultivation; instead, he regressed by leaps and bounds.

Gradually, Gu Tang went from being the sect leader's most favored disciple to becoming the most useless marginal person in the inner sect.

Then, he had Gu Nuo!

...

Gu Tang was almost overwhelmed by the memories flooding his mind.

He was the number one cultivator in his world, and now he's not only going to be someone else's father, but the child is his own!

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes flickering as he looked at Gu Nuo.

...This is his son...

His own son!!!

Gu Tang: So this world really was created by a bolt of lightning?!

The child stood pitifully in front of him, only a small section of the back of his neck showing.

Gu Nuo's eyes flickered as she snapped out of her shock.

The child's arms and even the back of his neck were covered in bruises, making him look extremely pitiful.

Gu Nuo is his son!

At least for now!

"Nuo'er." A cold glint flashed in Gu Tang's eyes.

He released Gu Nuo's wrist, gently lifted his chin, and asked softly, "Tell Father, who hurt you?"

"No," Gu Nuo said softly, "It really was Nuo'er's carelessness; she fell by herself."

But when he spoke, his two little hands were almost twisted into a knot.

Her eyes were fixed on the ground, and she dared not look Gu Tang in the eye.

"Sigh..." Gu Tang sighed softly and gave Gu Nuo's little head a good rub.

This son is so sensible.

She's so sensible it breaks his heart!

But it doesn't matter. Now that he's Gu Nuo's father, his good days are just around the corner.

Gu Tang coughed lightly, just about to say a few words of comfort to his son, when suddenly there were several rough bangs on the door: "The soil in the herb garden wasn't loosened, and it wasn't watered! Where the hell were you yesterday?!"

A note from the author:

New author, new story. Hope it brings a smile to your face and makes you laugh for half a day. ^_^

Chapter 2 The Son's Father is the Demon Lord (2)

As soon as he finished speaking, the already flimsy wooden door creaked open with a loud groan as it was kicked open.

A tall, fat man who looked to be in his forties strode in with a dark expression.

Gu Tang raised his long eyebrows.

He remembered that the man's name was Zheng Minghui. He was an outer disciple in the sect called Danxin Pavilion, who had poor cultivation talent and was just trying to make a living within the sect.

"Uncle Zheng... please don't blame my father, he was sick yesterday!"

Gu Nuo, who had been trembling with fear at Zheng Minghui's voice just moments before, suddenly straightened her back and opened her arms, trying to shield Gu Tang behind her small body.

His voice was still trembling, but he raised his little head to look at Zheng Minghui and explained earnestly, "Daddy didn't slack off!"

"Sick? Heh..." Zheng Minghui glanced at Gu Nuo and snorted with a forced smile.

He raised his eyes, yellowed from the smoky effects of alcohol, and looked Gu Tang up and down with ill intent.

"So even our geniuses can get sick..." Zheng Minghui said in a drawn-out, sarcastic tone.