We're Not Gods,Just Normal Family Trying to Live a Normal Life

Somewhere in the Infinite Realms, deep within the Broth Abyss, an ancient order stirred.

The Great Soup Elders gathered, their ladles trembling.

The Grand Chowder Sage slammed his bowl onto the table. "The Dairy Fools have fallen! Now is our time!"

The Ramen Immortal nodded. "For too long, cheese has overshadowed us. But now, the Supreme Family has erased the Dairy Factions!"

The Gazpacho Lord shivered. "W-We must be careful! If we act too boldly—"

A loud slurp interrupted him.

All eyes turned to the Forbidden One.

The Eternal Hotpot Master slowly lowered his spoon.

"Proceed," he said.

Back on Earth

Son-Wu San was flipping through TV channels, bored.

Xian Xue was watching a cooking show.

Li-Yan Mei was sipping tea.

Xian Long was stirring a bowl of instant noodles.

And then—

BOOM.

A portal burst open in their kitchen.

Steam and spices filled the air.

A robed figure stepped through.

His beard was made of noodles. His aura smelled of miso and bone broth. His eyes burned with the intensity of a thousand boiling cauldrons.

He raised his ladle, pointing it dramatically at the family.

"SUPREME FAMILY!"

They blinked.

"…Yes?"

The Soup Grandmaster took a deep breath.

"I AM HERE TO CHALLENGE YOU—"

Xian Long loudly slurped his noodles.

The Soup Grandmaster froze.

Everyone stared.

Xian Long blinked. "Huh? Sorry, were you saying something?"

The Soup Grandmaster dropped his ladle.

A single tear slid down his cheek.

"Such… perfect slurping technique…"

BOOM.

Entire soup factions collapsed.

The Spoon Sect's sacred artifacts cracked.

The Holy Broth Reservoir trembled.

The Soup Cultivators who had spent thousands of years perfecting the art of slurping suddenly questioned their existence.

"Impossible…" the Ramen Immortal whispered. "How… how can a mere child be so skilled?!"

Xian Long wiped his mouth. "I just… ate normally?"

The Great Soup Elders screamed in despair.

Meanwhile, in the Infinite Realms…

A Soup Planet exploded.

The Holy Ladle of Time shattered.

The Forbidden Stockpot released a deep, sorrowful sigh.

The entire Soup Cultivation World realized—

Their struggle was pointless.

No matter how much they trained…

No matter how many years they perfected their techniques…

They would never surpass a casual noodle slurp from Xian Long.

Back in the Kitchen

Li-Yan Mei sighed. "Why do these things always happen when we're eating?"

Son-Wu San shrugged. "I think we've just accepted it at this point."

Xian Xue frowned. "Wait… does this mean we can't have soup anymore?"

The Soup Grandmaster trembled.

"If… if you wish for soup, we shall dedicate our entire lives to providing it for you!"

Xian Long brightened. "Wait, really?"

The Soup Cultivators bowed.

"It would be an honor."

And just like that—

The entire Soup World became their personal kitchen.

Final Scene

Deep in the Shadows of the Multiverse, another faction trembled.

The Holy Bread Cultivators.

The Eternal Pastry Lord clutched his chest.

"No… the Dairy and Soup factions have fallen…"

"If the Supreme Family ever looks our way…"

The Croissant Overlord gulped.

"…We're doomed."

And thus, the Baking Cultivators braced for impact.