Taking Care of the Future Film Emperor

I only downloaded that child-raising app to relax, but instead I ended up with a virtual kid whose drunk dad kept turning him into a punching bag. Every time I logged in, my poor baby was covered in bruises, and I sat there yelling at my phone, "Give me a weapon so I can yeet this trash father into the sun!" Cute game? More like a rage simulator.

One morning, half-asleep, I opened my bathroom door and almost fainted. My little in-game boy was right there in real life, shivering in a pile of straw with those huge watery eyes. Game pixels turned into a real kid. And me? Congratulations, I was suddenly a mom on a warpath. Whoever dared to hurt him next better run, because this mama had fists, snacks, and zero patience.