Weakest prince? No training, just babies. Each kid rules a universe. Now I own them all.

Xu Chen, the disgraced heir of an immortal dynasty, awakens a ridiculous system: more kids = more power. While his rivals fight over ancient treasures and seal themselves in mountains for centuries, he's busy arranging marriages, changing diapers, and telling bedtime stories. They all laugh at his downfall—until enemy armies breach the gates, and ten children step out of the void behind him. One commands time. One bends space. One rules every beast in creation. One opens the very gates of reincarnation. He cradles his ***est son, barely a month old, and yawns: "That's it?" Xu Chen never asked to be the joke of the Eternal Divine Court. But when he transmigrates into the body of its weakest, most mocked *** master, he gets something far stranger than a cultivation manual— a system that rewards him for every child he fathers. And the stronger his kids grow, the more talent, luck, and raw power flows back to him. So while his peers bleed in secret realms and his enemies meditate for decades in darkened caves, Xu Chen is busy: Forging alliances through marriage with the great houses Feeding babies, changing swaddling clothes, and telling ridiculous fables Accidentally turning his family's tiny estate into a trade empire that spans a thousand worlds Everyone assumes he's given up. Even neighboring kingdoms can't be bothered to assassinate this "useless heir." Then the Day of Calamity arrives. Gods and demons tear through the sky from every corner of the multiverse. Black clouds swallow the sun. The Divine Court trembles— And ten figures step into the air behind Xu Chen. His eldest son raises a hand—and time freezes across ten thousand miles. His eldest daughter opens her eyes—and space shatters like glass. His second son snarls—and a billion beasts rise from every mountain and river. His ***est daughter flicks a finger—and the Gates of Reincarnation groan open… The multiverse falls silent. Xu Chen, still holding his one-month-old son, leans back on his dragon throne and yawns again: "What's the rush? I haven't even really started."