Genius Baby, Sweet Mummy - Chapter 217 Ive got it done

A master assassin transmigrates into an interstellar era.

No up and down, no marriage, and no breaking the law Tanaka family just lives modestly and sticks to the rules of society.

The ordinary Tanaka family, who loves cats and is loved by cats.

The unfortunate Tanaka family, that has a sweet ending somehow.

That very Tanaka family got attacked by a sudden major earthquake. When they thought that they died in an instant, the whole family reincarnated to another world.

Is this an Otome game?
Or somewhere else?
Am I a villainous daughter?
Or a capture target?

I don’t know anyone. I don’t understand anything.

That monster is absurdly strong.

However, I can’t use magic and I have no skill.

The last ray of hope is insects?

If I mention the things that I can do: sewing and looking after insects.

A story about the Tanaka family living peacefully and modestly again for the time being in another world.

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ]My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre.As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade, a masterpiece of folded steel, dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however, they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon.Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic.Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated:“[Project God Executioner has been activated.]”“[Accept?]” the voice asked.With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise, not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.