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Yusei Meets His Dad

who's my dad???

In the peaceful realm of Heaven, a celestial meeting is held to discuss the arrival of a rare, pure-hearted baby blessed with extraordinary powers. This child, unlike any other, has endured a cruel past, and the task of finding the perfect parents for such a precious soul is of utmost importance. God, the guiding force of Heaven, has already chosen a mother for the child but is uncertain about the father, as the baby shares a mysterious connection with a young girl whose mind remains unreadable to God. The girl chosen to be the baby's mother lives a complicated life, surrounded by a group of diverse men who each play a significant role in her life. Among them are a caring doctor, a charming actor, her best friend who has always stood by her side, a bully whose actions leave a mark on her heart, a mysterious thief, and a man she secretly has a crush on. Each of these men possesses qualities that make them significant to her, but none truly know the depths of the bond she shares with the celestial child. As the celestial beings debate the best course of action, God reveals that the baby will have the power to choose their father, a decision that will determine not only their future but also uncover the truth behind the girl’s uniqueness. Despite the baby’s playful innocence, God is deeply aware of the potential dangers the child faces from those who may wish to exploit its powers. As the baby eagerly awaits the arrival of its mother, they are told that they must first choose their father—a shocking revelation that leaves the child in disbelief. With the fate of the baby’s life in their hands, both the baby and those who guide them must navigate a path filled with uncertainty, trust, and the discovery of profound connections between the baby, the girl, and the men in her life.
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