Victor Velegas’s first life ended in the worst possible way: caught in gang crossfire while locking up his workplace. 

It was the ultimate bad ending, which is exactly why Chronicle, the eternally-bored Guardian of the River of Time, and goddess of the Omniverse, found it so fascinating.

As a hobby, this quirky goddess collects tragic stories. 

Victor’s was a top-tier entry. As a reward (or perhaps for her own amusement), she offers him a cosmic do-over with two wishes. 

Victor, not being a fool, goes for the ultimate power fantasy: the might of a Kryptonian and eternal youth. 

Perfect! What could possibly go wrong?

What goes wrong is Chronicle’s idea of a bonus gift. With a fit of mischievous giggles, she adds a third, unasked-for power: the lustful bloodline and… ahem… talents of a Divine Incubus King. 

“This should definitely spice up your new life! Go get 'em, playboy!” she cheers, hurling him back to the time of his birth.

His grand new life immediately derails upon birth as his passive, Divine Incubus King bloodline triggers a critical cutscene: he’s swarmed by every mother in the neighborhood, all cooing and fighting to spoil him.

Trapped in an infinite swarm of cuddles and baby talk, he's spoiled rotten by an overly affectionate local Moms Club, all under the gleeful watch of a goddess who just loves to spice up her stories.

Trapped in his mother’s lap as the center of a doting, squealing vortex of maternal estregen, he can only shoot a betrayed look at the heavens.

"Goddess! You made me too OP!"

Follow Victor’s quest to rewrite his tragic destiny, armed with enough power traverse the universe, but whose greatest challenge might just be surviving his own overwhelming… adorableness? 

All while a giggling goddess watches from the cosmos, endlessly entertained.

Again, I ask!

What could possibly go wrong?

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This is basically a self-insert and wish fulfillment novel. If you don't like it, just don't read it. I really hate those people who every author knows that don't like the fucking free novel and give it a bad review. That's how I know who's fucking mentally developed. 

On that note, I'm obligated to state that any elements found in this story are fictional, and that any resemblance to any person, place, or event is entirely coincidental. 

I also don't own the cover art, so if the real owner requests it, I'll remove it.

Please enjoy this novel.

~TMITM

I AM NOT DROPPING THIS NOVEL, I REPEAT I AM NOT DROPPING THIS NOVEL. 


BUT I HAVE A NEW JOB, SO YOU CAN EXPECT NEW UPDATES CHAPTERS TO BE AROUND 2-4 PER WEEK, INSTEAD OF THE FASTER PACED 10-15 I WAS ORIGINALLY PLANNING ON.


CAPITALISM AT IT'S FINEST. AND WITH OUR CURRENT PRESIDENT AND HIS ADMINISTRATION, SUPPORTING GENOCIDE. 


I DON'T WANNA GET INTO POLITICS, BUT FOR THISE WHO AREN'T AMERICAN, I'M TRULY SORRY ON BEHALF OF MY COUNTRY.


I KNOW THE WORLD MUST HATE US, BECAUSE I HATE US TOO. 


A MOMENT OF SILENCE FOR EVERY SINGLE LIFE STOLEN, EVERY CHILD, MOTHER, SISTER, AND FATHER INJURED, TRAUMATUZED, R*APED, MURDERED, MASSACRED, AND SUFFERING AT THE HANDS OF MY EVIL TO THE FUCKING ROOTS COUNTRY AND ISRAEL, WHO MY COUNTRY'S REPRESENTATIVES OPENLY SUPPORT, DESPITE THE DAILY WAR CRIMES, AND THE ACTIVE GENOCIDE THEY ARE CARRYING OUT AS WE SPEAK.


I DON'T CARE IF I'M LABELED AS ANTI-SEMETIC, BECAUSE INNOCENT CHILDREN AND HUMAN LIVES ARE BEING STOLEN BY THE SAME PEOPLE WHO CLAIM TO BE CHOSEN BY GOD.


SORRY FOR THE RANT, BUT I WROTE THE FIRST PART, AND MY MOMS DONE TAUGHT ME TO FINISH WHAT I START, ESPECIALLY FOR BULLIES, AND MY GOD WE ARE SO PAST MERE BULLYING.


I HOPE THIS DIDN'T PUT YOU OFF TO MY NOVEL, BUT I DON'T REALLY CARE. 


Chapter 5 - NOTICE!