A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

I have four fathers and a mother.

They were the benefactors who picked up and raised me as an abandoned child.

Ten years ago, I was still a baby and I was abandoned on the mountain where the gods live.

I don't know why.

It was famine that year, and there were frequent wars in the neighborhood.

Perhaps it was famine that prevented him from feeding his children, he was in distress because of war, or both, but I was abandoned, and the gods picked it up.

I found Reus, the all-purpose god.

He turned into a peasant figure and apparently found me on his way back to the city at the foot of the city.

When I was walking along the riverbank with a tipsy mood, I found me flowing from the river.

I was on a boat and cried small.

It was Reus's words that my cry was so natural that I was likely to miss him.

However, I was swept down the river as it was and did not fall into the waterhole.

Because Reus saved me.

When Reus changed to an eagle, he grabbed me and flew into the sky.

I went to Table Mountain, where the gods live, and showed me to my friends.

Ronin of the sword god says while looking into my face.

"Why a human baby? I thought it was a good appetizer for sake."

I mourn while stroking the stubble. In his hand is a sake bottle.

Healing goddess Milia says.

"It's really a man. Look, this cute baby, like a marshmallow."

Milia holds me and smiles as she cries.

It was the magical god Vandal who stared at it.

He gives a wrinkled voice.

"... I like children. May fly and I'm selfish."

A glance at my face turns her gaze back at the magic book.

Reus, a versatile god, knew the three-way attitude. I liked them as babies.

In fact, when Reus declared that he would raise this baby, they showed reluctance but did not object.

On the contrary, for some reason I came to my baby, myself.

Sword god Ronin did a daily routine of 10,000 swings and came to me and whispered.

"It's a tiny hand. Well, okay, if it gets a little bigger, let me hold my sword and make it my disciple. I'll make it possible to erase candles with sword pressure right away."

After talking with the earth, the goddess of healing comes to me and embraces me.

"What a lovely baby. Oh, my maternal instinct is crouching."

She says she breasts with breasts and tries to breastfeed, but the goddess who has never been pregnant cannot.

When I give up, I close my chest and kiss my cheek instead.

"This is the kindest child in the world, let's be the best healer someday."

When Milia returns me to the cradle, the magical god Vandal comes over.

An old man with gray hair looks uncomfortable.

When I stare at me with a frown, I suddenly lost my expression and made a dumb face.

I laugh when I see that face.

The old man's eyebrows fall.

"... Absolutely, a baby who understands humor."

The old man decides to mutter.

"Yes, let me make this shaven my disciple."

Vandal mutters when he stares at me.

"This child will soon be the strongest magician. Let's be my successor."

The servant who liked the three gods in this way.

Four people, including the all-purpose god who picked me up.

They become my father, mother and teacher.

They are selfish and selfish, but they are strict but gentle teachers.

And they give me a name, but it's unusual for four people to get into a fight and get the same name.

He decided my name in a single discussion without any conflict.

So I got my life and got my name.

The name that the gods gave me

"Will"

It was named.

However, it will take some more time before you can perceive yourself as Will.

Anyway, I'm just a newborn baby.

Special skills are about crying and turning over.

There was nothing else we could do.