Damn It, My Alien Sons Are Trying to Kill Me
Leon never expected his second life to be spent on a quiet farm in Kansas. As a time traveler, he had prepared himself for magic, systems, grand destinies, and maybe even a world-saving mission. What he did not prepare for… was raising alien babies dropped onto his land like deliveries from the universe’s worst postal service.
The first spaceship he found changed everything.
For one brief, glorious moment, Brian thought he had picked up Superman, the greatest hero in American comics. His heart soared. A superpowered son, a peaceful farm life, and maybe he could retire at twenty-two.
Then the system activated.
And it told him the truth.
This baby wasn’t Superman.
He was from the Motherland.
From that day on, Leon’s life sank into chaos. Instead of noble heroes, the system continued sending him “fallen stars” from across the multiverse. Not defenders of justice, but walking disasters. One grew up to be a godlike tyrant. Another was born with a tragic destiny to kill his own father. Each new child pushed Leon’s lifespan closer to the brink.
Years later, as another spaceship streaked across the night sky and crashed into his field, Leon raised his head, dead inside.
“System,” he sighed, “how many more father-killers are you planning to send me? Are you trying to bury me on my own farm?”
And with the exhaustion of a man who had lived through too many cosmic catastrophes…
He raised a middle finger at the falling star.
