Even though Osiris had decided the path for the cubs, there were still people who would try to stop them.

Osiris's eyes darkened, and he said casually, "My child doesn't need to shoulder any responsibility."

Besides, what he said was the truth. These awful guys should have softened when they saw how tiny his little fish fry were.

The fish fry aren't even as long as his arm, how can he unify the world?

How does one sit on the throne? Does the merman carry them up to it every day?

The fish fry's current task is simply to eat their fill and sleep well so that they can grow into long fish later.

However, his statement alone does not represent Yu Miaomiao's opinion. All the previous kings felt that they should wait for the treasure to make its own choice.

Moreover, they had been lonely in the burial ground for so long, and now that a little seedling had come to play, it was like the youngest child in the family coming back to visit a lonely old person. Without a doubt, the seedling would become the most sought-after and most pampered.

They saw the little seedling peeking at them through her father's fingers, so they immediately used a little magic to summon a beautiful swarm of jellyfish, which amused the little one so much that she immediately wanted to swim out and follow the jellyfish.

Osiris couldn't stop him and could only watch as his cub was taken to the hands of other kings, who then surrounded him and made strange, cat-sniffing noises.

Before the little guy could even react, the ninth generation, with its pleasant voice, grabbed his hand and cuddled him freely, while its other hands also took the opportunity to touch him.

The baby just stood there blankly, getting sucked all over from head to tail.

By the time he returned to hide behind his father, his silk robe disheveled and his hair in a frizzy mess, it was too late.

The boy stared blankly at his father, then at the red marks on his belly from being pinched by his uncles and aunts, his eyes filled with tears.

He didn't even have the energy to be angry. He walked past his father's fishtail dejectedly, then smacked his father's chest and remained motionless.

Like a small fish that has been sucked dry.

Seeing this, Osiris flicked his fishtail, sending out a gust of wind as sharp as a sword, slicing apart the phantoms of several generations of kings, and then watching as their scattered fragments slowly merged back together.

"It's just that the baby is so easy to suck. We won't be so rough next time. Sorry."

Even the kings couldn't bear to see their cubs shed tears.

When they first tried sucking up fish fry, they were clumsy and didn't expect the fry to be so fragile, so fragile that they didn't seem like any other creature on the seabed.

It's a bit like those things on land.

To appease the young fish, they took out various jewels offered by their tribesmen from beside their own skeletons and piled the fry into their arms once again.

The little guy was overwhelmed by the doting affection of several kind uncles and aunts.

Osiris still acted like a patriarch:

"Alright, he's so small, where can he put all this stuff? I'll keep it for him for now, and give it to him later."

Osiris meant it sincerely. Besides gold and silver jewels, the more magical artifacts the Mermaid Kings had, the better, as these were talismans to protect the cubs. Although the cubs were too young to use them now, he would naturally arm them to the teeth when they grew up.

Osiris watched these creatures fawning over his cubs, a smile spreading across his face.

"Come on, baby, say thank you to your uncle and aunt."

Hearing Osiris's deliberate way of addressing them, they circled back to their previous topic.

The merman kings said indignantly, "We are fathers of children too!"

Osiris's ear fins were almost standing upright, a sign that the mermaid was ready for battle.

His face darkened, and he cursed expressionlessly:

"A fry can only have one father! You're not young fish that have just entered the breeding season, you're all hundreds of years old, why are you pretending to be young with me?"

"Mermaids stealing infants is against the law and will be punished by the sea god. Those damned mermaid traffickers, get out of here!!!"

Another gust of wind swept by. This time, the other merfolk kings dared not gather their souls together again.

But the cubs still heard them whispering complaints in their ears:

"Don't acknowledge him as your father. Look at his terrible temper. He explodes at the slightest provocation and has absolutely no patience."

Osiris, at his wit's end: "Get out of here!"

Only then did the burial ground fall silent once more.

Osiris was unwilling to take the cubs back to his tribe. He had once been king, but he was no longer, so he valued the time he spent with his cubs more. Therefore, Osiris chose to stay here and stay with his cubs.

He redrawn the bubbles for the fry, making them larger than before, large enough for the fry to spin around inside and then move forward while stepping on the bubbles.

It's like a hamster wheel.

Watching the cubs crawl around inside is much more interesting than doing anything else.

Even though blowing bubbles for the cubs is troublesome, and there are risks involved in the cubs living in the deep sea, Osiris still can't bring himself to teach them to swim.

Perhaps it's because Osiris has lived for so long, thousands of years now, that he raises this newly hatched little fish in the same way as grandparents dote on their grandchildren, blindly spoiling and pampering it.

This also resulted in the cubs growing horizontally and not having their tails growing vertically during this period.

Moreover, the cub's teeth started to hurt.

When Osiris feeds his cubs, he spoils them more than he cares about their health. The cubs were already in danger from being fed so much chocolate by Gobert, and now that they're with their father, sometimes when they're picky eaters, Osiris will use his human body to get the humans to throw them some snacks.

The cubs naturally have a sweet tooth, and if they keep eating like this for so long, their teeth won't be able to take it.

The child's cheek was swollen from gum inflammation, looking like a puppy stung by a bee. He whimpered and complained to his father with a puffy face.

Osiris was heartbroken. He rushed back to the merfolk, ignoring the thoughts of the merfolk who were frantically searching for their child, and immediately called the doctor to examine the child.

However, doctors in every region have their own strengths and weaknesses. After all, in the deep sea, mermaid doctors have never encountered a case of tooth decay from eating sugar in eight hundred years, so they are somewhat helpless.

Seeing this, Osiris had no choice but to take his cubs back to the shore to find humans.

One of the research institute members voiced the thoughts of all of them:

"So, have we become a daycare center now?"

Shi Wuyai was very pragmatic: "So what if it's a daycare? We've seen more mermaids than most people have in several lifetimes. What's wrong with taking care of the kids?"

"Get them a dentist right away!"

The cub realized things were in big trouble when he saw the dentist smiling at him.

He's just a tiny fish, how can he possibly be seeing a dentist?!

The cub broke down, burying itself in its father's arms with a death-defying resolve, and no matter how Osiris pulled, it couldn't get up.

Finally, the brave merman king sighed and could only roughly pull the cub up. Who would have thought that the cub, driven to desperation, would bite him in the chest.