After Transmigrating, I Became a God by Plundering---Part 3, Dream (5)

All I could do was roll my eyes at this. From my observations over the past few years, Dad is a complete idiot when it comes to daily life. Besides his looks, I really don't know what my stunningly beautiful mom saw in him. Would you admit that a dad who can wear his shoes on the wrong feet and go out all day without noticing is the source of your brilliant genes? However, this doesn't detract from Dad's perfect image in Mom's eyes. Of course, Mom also knows that Dad's occasional chuunibyou tendencies and unreliable behavior are kept in check when needed. Actually, apart from these two points, I can't really find any flaws in Dad. Well, not counting his cooking skills; I feel like no one in this world has any. After this dream, perhaps... it can't be called this world anymore. Maybe... it was my original world, just changed.