Why Did the World End the Moment I Arrived?

"This old hag is getting lazier by the day."

Carrying several heavy books, Fang Mo returned to his villa, grumbling all the way.

Ancient One had said she was willing to help, but considering Fang Mo seemed to be developing a tendency to turn into a giant baby, she had forcibly stuffed several books into his hands and demanded that he finish them before she would make a move.

Under normal circumstances—

Fang Mo definitely would have found some way to shamelessly weasel out of it.

But since she meant no harm, and these books really had been written specifically for him with great care, Fang Mo ultimately suppressed that impulse and decided to cram this knowledge first.

After all, as a dignified Dimensional Demon God, his command over dimensions was still nowhere near as proficient as that of a Sorcerer Supreme...

If word got out, people really would laugh at him.

"Man, how long has it been since I last read a book?"

Thinking about all this nonsense, Fang Mo sighed. Come to think of it, he had always been someone who hated trouble. Shaking his head, he pushed open the door to his villa and walked inside.

He had spent a long time messing around outside earlier.

It was already very late.

The moment Fang Mo pushed open the door, an enticing aroma of food drifted out from the house.

The living room lighting was soft. Xiaoyao was already awake, lying on the couch with Shoggoth in her arms and absentmindedly watching some TV show. Meanwhile, beside the coffee table, Momo sat on the floor playing with Little Scrappy. Stir-frying sounds came from the kitchen. The atmosphere in the room was peaceful and harmonious, as though everything was exactly as it should be.

And it was precisely this