Everyone Thinks I’m Just a Baby… Until I Grant Their Wishes

The world ended—and with it, the last believer in gods.

Mo Bai fell into a deep sleep… only to wake up in the interstellar era—reborn as a helpless little baby.

Except, he’s still a god.

A wish-granting god.

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His family goes bankrupt overnight.

His father sighs, “If only we had money to survive…”

Mo Bai: Okay.

The next day, a fortune falls from the sky. The company revives. They become rich overnight.

Everyone: “…???”

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A friend is sent to war.

“I just hope I survive…”

Mo Bai: Done.

The enemy army collapses without reason.

The entire battlefield: ???!!!

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Far away, the empire’s most brilliant prince loses everything and is exiled.

Until one night, he dreams of a beautiful boy whispering:

“Make a wish. I’m very powerful.”

He ignores it.

…At first.

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Until powerful figures across the galaxy start lining up—
just to see the baby he protects.

And one day, the man who becomes the iron-blooded emperor kneels before him.

“I have a wish.”

“My wish… is you.”

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Everyone thinks he’s just a baby.

They’re wrong.

He’s the god who decides fate.