Dante kept watching Little Ava play with her new toys with a smile on his face. He thought about going up to her and playing with her but ultimately decided against doing that since she seems happy with what she was doing.
This went on for about an hour before Dante heard a familiar noise.
"Waaaa!"
Little Ava was crying again, but this time Dante is sure he knows what she wants!
He reached into the void and pulled out a bottle of warm milk with a triumphant grin on his face.
"Haha! You won't be fooling me this time, Little Ava! I know you haven't eaten today so you must be starving. I told you Daddy was a genius. See, I even learned the language of babies in about a day!"
Dante laughed while walking over to Little Ava to feed her, but then all of a sudden Little Ava stopped crying.
Dante's heart tightened as he realized he might've been slightly off in his calculations.
He looked down and saw that she had shat all over the place. After dropping her load, she stopped crying and went back to playing with her toys while laughing.
Dante still hasn't made those diapers yet, but it's not his fault! Ava's cuteness is just too much for him to handle! How can he possibly waste his precious Ava time making diapers?! Nonsense! It barely takes a thought for him to clean up her mess, so what's the point of making-
That's when Dante noticed what she pooped on…
*Gasp!!*
"I think it might be time to make those diapers…"
He couldn't help but stare at Little Ava with a betrayed expression.
How could she shit on a stuffed version of me?! What did I do to deserve such treatment?! Can't she see my greatness? I guess she still needs a bit of time to understand her Daddy's eminence!
Dante closed his eyes for a few seconds and started reviewing various kinds of diapers in his head. This time he's not going to waste his time doing everything by hand.
After choosing the style and materials he liked for the diapers, it didn't take much longer than a thought for him to start creating a bunch of diapers.
He stored them in the void like always but kept one in his hand. He then looked back at the happy-go-lucky Little Ava with a conflicted expression. What should he do in this situation? He can't keep having her poop on himself, but she's also just a baby. What if it was just a coincidence? Or what if her aim is bad and she meant to hit the Dragon stuffed animal?
"Ah! Why didn't I think of that sooner? That must be the case! Hahaha! I knew my daughter was the best! I suppose I'll have to work on Little Ava's aim in the future so she can throw poop at the Dragons in the future when we go see them! Hahaha!"
Dante's mind was already going off in weird directions, but in reality, Little Ava just needed to poop. And being… you know… A fucking baby… she went ahead and dropped her chocolate log without thinking much.
It could be said that Dante's imagination can truly run wild with extremely narcissistic thoughts even in situations like these. But can you really blame the guy? He's a guy who has absolute confidence and belief in himself that he's the best. That conjecture isn't without reason either.
He forced his soul to transmigrate after he died on Earth while retaining his memories. He didn't need the work of some god or otherworldly presence to help him.
Then after transmigrating in the Immortal Realm, he went from being a mortal from a shitty village to the peak of power in the entire Realm. But even this didn't stop Dante. He reached the peak in every conceivable way and even did the impossible of ascending into Immortality or at this point Godhood because he's essentially an undying and everlasting God of Creation and Destruction at this point.
This was all done by himself! Even when he died back on Earth, he was the one that killed himself. It wasn't someone else! It wasn't nature! It wasn't time! No, it was himself!
He's done everything himself to reach this point! He didn't need some ugly old man to teach him alchemy or blacksmithing or whatever. Nor did he need to join a Sect in order to get the cultivation resources he needed!
No, he learned all of that himself! He got all of that himself! He became an Immortal God by himself! He even created a child by himself!
So if he wasn't the greatest person in existence, then who could possibly call themselves the greatest?!
"Hehe. Don't worry Little Ava, I see that you truly do understand how amazing your Dad is, you just have a problem with your aim. Fret not, for I will work on that with you in the future!"
Dante chuckled and then swept the room clean of any evidence of poop. He refuses to clean that up by hand so he just destroyed it and everything it touched with his mind. He also cleaned Little Ava repeatedly to make sure none of it stuck to her.
He was about to walk over to Little Ava to put a diaper on her, but seeing how happy she was while playing with the toys HE made, Dante stopped himself.
There's no way he could possibly ruin his Daughter's enjoyment by doing such a blasphemous thing!
So with a thought, a diaper magically appeared on Little Ava without her even noticing. She just kept playing around being none the wiser.
Dante, on the other hand, looked like he was about to cry! He had sworn that he wouldn't use his powers on Little Ava, but what is this? It's only the second day and he already used his powers to put a diaper on her. Although he believes it was for her own good since she looks like she's having so much fun. But in reality, he knows that he himself just couldn't bear to stop Little Ava's playtime.
I mean, just look how cute she- Ah! No!
"Little Ava you can't eat that!"
She's still so cute even when she's trying to eat her toys.