Who Isn't a Herrscher?

But such a person... was her husband's master, the Creation God of the world she lived in.

As someone who had grown up in a scientific worldview, Mo Xiangqian had never believed in gods, demons, ghosts, or monsters.

That was until she met her husband, Anaheim, the God of Desolation, who went by the alias Ji Hemu.

When she first learned of her husband's identity as a god, she had merely thought he was playing a prank on her. Yet just as she thought he was teasing her, he took her directly across time and space to Tree Court...

There, the worldview she had held for so many years instantly collapsed.

After that, she met her husband's companions, the other three gods, and became extremely close sisters with Wizer, the God of Birth.

But afterward, she learned a truth that completely shattered her common sense as an ordinary person.

Her husband was merely a subordinate god of the Creation God who had created her world...

And that Creation God was the very young, beautiful boy standing before her.

As an utterly ordinary human woman standing before the god who had created her world, how could she possibly not be nervous? Her lips pressed together lightly, her hands clenched tight as sweat constantly seeped from them.

The beautiful blonde, red-eyed girl beside her, however, looked at Luo Mio with complete calm.

"Mio, you're making her nervous."

"...No, what am I supposed to do about that? I haven't done anything."

"Hehe, my lord, Xiangqian knows that you are the master of us Four Gods of Reason, and she also knows you are the master of the World Bubble worlds. How could she possibly not be nervous in your presence?"

Hearing Wizer and Wei's words, Luo Mio could not help rubbing his nose,