Tristan_Zi

In this wild future dimension, Earth has been totally flipped on its head thanks to some crazy cosmic mutation rays. Psychic and cutting-edge tech have merged, totally reshaping human life. 

Here, chasing immortality isn't just a pipe dream, and hopping between stars is just another part of the daily grind. 

But let me tell you, this world is anything but chill—it's packed with complex schemes, intense showdowns, and heart-pounding action.

Let's talk about Ethan. He's the black sheep of the Blackwood family, slapped with the shameful title of a F-grade Psychic user. His life was as dull as watching paint dry—until fate decided to throw him a curveball and kickstart a new chapter in his life. 

Ethan stumbled upon a virtual game where players can raise families with Psychic.

At first, creating a virtual family was just a way to kill time, but as the game began to mesh with the real world, it blew the lid off some mind-blowing truths. Ethan and his virtual descendants forged an unbreakable bond. Together, they faced the future, diving headfirst into thrilling adventures that only made them stronger.

Years down the line, these virtual descendants had become insanely powerful, and in a wild twist, they popped up in the real world. They tracked down Ethan and hit him with a, “Welcome home, Forebearer!”
“...”
This wasn't just a game anymore—it had become Ethan's new reality, and he and his virtual offspring were about to shake up the world big time.

My Descendants Are My Power

The children of the fourth generation felt the pain of growing up for the first time.

Their seven ancestors, who in their day could even enforce absurd rules like 'no relieving oneself in the outhouse', should have been more childish than them.

Now, they should be raising their voices, questioning loudly why they were crying and whining here, and ideally, kicking them so hard against the wall they couldn't be scraped off.

The third generation of Blackwoods just stood quietly, their faces covered in demonic tattoos, their eyes blood-red.

Their forebears had finally become the responsible, mature figures they had hoped for in their childhood, not cursing or noisy, but quiet. Sometimes, the things hoped for in childhood turn out to be truly naive; their forebears had endured much more.

Chapter 147: Let me out