I Built A Guild of Monsters To Babysit My Daughter

The God of Death has made a return, not to dominate the world, but to change a diaper. Raiking, once the supreme cultivator capable of obliterating civilizations with a mere thought, has emerged from years of isolation to discover that the only mortal he ever cherished is dead. She left behind only a final promise and an infant daughter named Faye. Confronted with the terrifying duty of raising a child and utterly at a loss for how to begin, Raiking seeks the guidance of his legendary Guild members: • ​Ezmelral: A sentient Divine Sword that tackles rocking the cradle with the precision of a military operation. • ​Libinea: A dethroned Phoenix Queen simply trying to manage the ensuing chaos. What mortals perceive as the onset of an apocalyptic conflict is, in fact, a god's frantic quest to obtain: Ordinary milk? No, my daughter deserves only the finest. The Heavens possess the best Celestial Milk? Then we must seize it. She needs a bed? There are whispers in the tavern about a dungeon, locked away for a thousand years, that is soon to be unsealed. Mortal sects are vying for the legendary artifact inside? How unfortunate for them. That Ice Bed is the only thing that can keep her comfortable, so I will claim it. Babies need toys? Then the Dwarven Kingdom must ensure their finest blacksmiths are on the job. Yet, beneath the humor lies a deeper narrative. Raiking’s actions send ripples through the world, drawing the attention of old foes, estranged allies, and a former wife who still believes that fragile human lives hold a significance he has long dismissed. As the child, Faye, grows, she becomes both anchor and enigma: evidence that even the God of Death might be transformed, not by fate, but by the quiet, ordinary moments he once considered trivial. --- This is a slice-of-life comedy about an overpowered dad who tackles parenting dilemmas with excessive force.