Mythbust

In a universe where power, deities, and cosmic realms intertwine, the family of Son-Wu San—an ordinary man who becomes the most powerful being in existence—just wants to live a peaceful, normal life on Earth. Alongside his loving wife, Li-Yan Mei, and their two children, Xian Xue (7) and Xian Long (5), they set out to enjoy the simple pleasures of life: food, festivals, and quiet days on 
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From immortal beings to secret sects, from demon lords to heavenly gods, every powerful entity in the universe soon discovers the hilarious and chaotic consequences of crossing paths with this “normal” family. As misunderstandings unfold wrong place at the wrong time—and just wanting to live like an ordinary family.

We're Not Gods,Just Normal Family Trying to Live a Normal Life

The Celestial Supreme Council had never worked so hard in their existence.

Every divine being, from the lowest celestial attendant to the Supreme Archon himself, was in a frantic rush to prepare the Grand Banquet of the Ages.

They had one goal: Make sure the Supreme Family is pleased.

In the Heavenly Empyrean Pavilion, the greatest chefs in the multiverse were having a meltdown.

A fire deity screamed as his Divine Phoenix Roast burst into flames—not the good kind.

A cosmic baker wept as his Ethereal Mooncakes of Eternal Bliss crumbled into dust.

An elder chef fainted after accidentally burning the Ambrosial Nectar Soup of Infinite Vitality.

No one knew what the Supreme Family actually liked.

"We have dishes that can grant immortality! Meals that transcend time and space! Desserts that can rewrite fate itself!" the Head Chef of the Celestial Kitchen wailed. "But what if… what if they just want—"

A brave demi-god finally whispered, "...Mortal food?"

A divine sous-chef collapsed. A celestial baker screamed in horror. A spirit of culinary arts questioned her very existence.

What if… what if they asked for—instant noodles?!

The Head Chef gulped. "Get me every mortal recipe ever written. NOW."

Meanwhile, in the Celestial Arena of Eternal Glory, the Supreme Council was strategizing entertainment.

The strongest warriors, legendary performers, and cosmic storytellers were preparing their greatest acts.

A battle god flexed his muscles. "I shall perform the Dance of the Cosmic Dragons, a technique so divine that mortals who witness it will ascend instantly!"

A star-born musician tuned his instrument. "I shall play the Symphony of the Universe, a melody so beautiful that even the dead will weep!"

The Supreme Archon listened to all of this… then sighed.

"Have we confirmed if they even like these things?" he asked.

A celestial scribe hesitated. "Well… uh… we assumed that—"

"Fools!" the Supreme Archon bellowed. "Assumptions could get us all erased! We need real information!"

A shadowy figure stepped forward, their voice barely above a whisper.

"The McDonald's cashier who once served them."

Son-Wu San, Li-Yan Mei, Xian Xue, and Xian Long stared at their outfits.

The Celestial Supreme Council had sent them robes woven from the threads of the cosmos itself, blessed by the gods of perfection, enchanted with the essence of eternal elegance.

Xian Long tugged at his collar, frowning. "This is itchy."

Xian Xue pouted. "Can I just wear my panda pajamas?"

Li-Yan Mei sighed. "It would be rude to reject their gift."

Son-Wu San shrugged. "Eh, it's just a party. What's the worst that could happen?"

The Supreme Archon, along with every celestial being, was about to find out.