Atlas truly felt like an overly workaholic father, working day and night without pause, barely sparing a few hours each day just to sleep. Sometimes, he even forgot to sleep at all.
He honestly hoped that if he evolved later on, he would no longer need as much rest as he did now. Was that not one of the advantages of evolving into something better than a weak human like himself?
Because of how obsessed he was with work, his first child had already reached the point where she could run around freely, jump off high cliffs, and even learn how to use a sword. Atlas let out a long sigh as all those responsibilities piled up in his mind.
He could stand at the very front against hundreds of enemies without fear. But when he was faced with two babies, one throwing a tantrum because she refused to eat grapes, and the other happily entertained by the silly antics of a bunny girl, Atlas felt completely defeated. Utterly and absolutely defeated.
