The Hero Party’s Moms Are Obsessed With Me

“Ho-we yo, ho-we!”

A young child shouted and scattered paper into the air.

The paper, as weak as the child, should have scattered around the floor, but when the woman with black hair flicked her finger lightly, the paper came to life, fluttering its wings as it flew towards her.

The woman read the text with her eyes darting back and forth.

“Dreiw and Arwen have defeated the king of demons.”

Defeated the king of demons.

Outside, it would be an incredible achievement worthy of a cheer, but the woman with black hair seemed unimpressed, as if it were only natural.

The woman with emerald green hair, who had been leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, frowned and waved her hand, causing a gust of wind to blow.

The paper, held in the hand of the woman with black hair, shook and then flew into the hand of the woman with emerald green hair.

“Dreiw and Arwen. They must be a legendary party.”

The woman with emerald green hair muttered, causing the woman with black hair to shrug her shoulders.

“Isn’t that obvious? After all, our daughter played the biggest role.”

“Nonsense. Anna is just as strong as Arwen.”

The two of them exchanged glances that seemed ready to fight at any moment.

“If it weren’t for our prayers, their strong power wouldn’t have lasted so long.”

The woman with white hair, who had been quietly praying, also joined the argument.

A three-way battle broke out in an instant.

As I tried to defuse the bomb that could explode at any moment, a gentle touch caressed my cheek.

“Darling, you shouldn’t move~”

“…”

“Eli? Could you pass me a tissue, please?”

“Yes, my lady.”

That’s right.

I was lying on the lap of a beautiful lady with blonde hair.

She was stroking my ear and…

The three people who were just growling and ready to fight…

Or more precisely, they were looking at the blonde woman who was stroking my ear.

“I’m envious…”

“I envy you…”

“I’m envious…”

Why did it have to turn out this way?

***

I was working as usual.

In a company that could be described as neither small nor big, teetering on the edge of being classified as mid-sized or medium-sized. Or perhaps, should I say it was oscillating from medium to small? In any case, I was at the company, handling general affairs, just like usual.

I thought being in charge of general affairs meant managing finances, but it turned out to be paperwork.

Not a manager but a clerk.

When the CEO says, “Create something out of nothing,” I pick up the phone and call the construction company, requesting a cost estimate. Once we receive the estimates and make comparative assessments before finalizing, we begin the project of creating something out of nothing.

“Hey, Director, long time no see!”

The site manager approached me with a smirk as I arrived at the construction site.

I briefly exchanged greetings and tried to focus on the movements of the construction workers. However, like students in a rush to get their meals, the team members stood in a line in front of the vending machine.

“What are you up to? Give us your card quickly!”

The leader pointed at me, urging me to hurry up.

“This leader, he’s been doing this to me every time I visit the site.”

I attempted to pass by, pretending to be pitiful, but…

“Hey, Director, it’s a vending machine. If you’re a manager, you must be loaded, right? So open your wallet and treat us!”

How should I deal with this arrogant guy?

With a sigh, I opened my wallet and took out my card, and in that moment, everything went blank before my eyes.

Thud.

My card slipped from my hand, and it fell to the ground.

As I clutched my head with empty hands and staggered, the leader came closer.

Maybe there are no truly bad people, after all?

Even when they talk like that, they still care about me…

“Oh, Director, it’s just a little act. Are you okay?”

Worry my ass. The supervisor bent down, picked up my fallen card from the floor, and went back to the vending machine.

“Damn kids smoking! Get me a No. 33, and pick yours too.”

“Oh! Can I get cigarettes too? Then I’ll take No. 33 as well!”

“Thank you, sir!”

Oh, for God’s sake.

A drink costs between 500 and 900 won, but cigarettes start at 4,500 won.

As if my bank account isn’t emptying fast enough, now I have to deal with cigarettes too.

I tried to retrieve the card to hurry to the cigarette vending machine, but my body wouldn’t listen.

My stumbling body eventually collapsed with a thud on the floor.

“Hey, sir, are you okay?”

A colleague from the back of the beverage vending machine seemed concerned, but more about my choice of beverage than my well-being.

“Sumin! What do you want to drink? They’ll be gone if you wait too long!”

“Uh… yes? Please wait a moment! I’ll have a Vita 500!”

Apparently, Vita 500 is more important than a person’s life.

Everything was swaying.

My consciousness was fading.

Eyelids were growing heavier.

I tried to hold on somehow.

Then my eyes closed.

***

Why did it have to turn out like this?

Name: Taemin

Age: 30

Working as an ordinary assistant in a vague company that seemed somewhere between a medium-sized and a small enterprise.

Got scammed by the construction site supervisor after sucking up to him.

Yeah.

I remember it all vividly.

But the situation in front of me was hard to comprehend.

I tried to look around, but…

Why is my body so heavy like this?

My fingers and toes hardly move, and my arms feel ponderous.

I furrowed my brow, attempting to sit up, but my head feels unusually heavy.

What’s this in my peripheral vision?

It seems like some sort of barrier, like the one you put to prevent a baby from falling off a bed.

As I reached out to grab the strange object, I noticed small, round fleshy lumps.

They resemble the hands of a newborn.

“Ma?”

Ma?

I clearly tried to say, “Huh?” But, ma?

In the midst of this perplexing situation, a semi-transparent window covered my view.

[The effects of (Close and Open) for one hour are gone.]

“Ma-ma-ma?”

[The effects of (Close and Open) for two hours are gone.]

…?

What is this?

I can’t comprehend it.

My body has become so stiff that I could almost cry.

My mind, however, remains intact.

And that strange window blocking my view.

Dizziness briefly overtakes me. Could this be…

“Is this an otherworldly setting?!”

Dying from overwork and falling into this world, a cliché scenario.

It appears I’m caught up in that setting.

I wanted to say something like “Status screen!” or “Skill screen!” in this reality, but it seems that my skill has a penalty for speaking.

Moreover, I can only make baby sounds, so it’s difficult to utter words like skill or status.

I wondered if I could think it to access the status screen, but…

“…”

It can’t be helped.

In the moment when I reluctantly let go of my disappointment and tried to look around, I heard a squeaking sound.

I couldn’t see it, but it must be the sound of a door opening.

Clop, clop. The sound of footsteps getting closer suddenly stopped, and the face of a woman who appeared to be in her mid-20s came into view.

“Is this my mother?”

The woman looked at me, blinking her eyes, and then smiled and reached out to pick me up.

“Did our little diamond sleep well?”

The sensation of my body floating was unfamiliar, but as soon as I was embraced in her arms, I could feel my heart beating excitedly.

A steady heartbeat.

A warm body.

A soft fragrance.

“Kyaah~”

Unintentionally, I let out a joyful voice.

[The effects of (closing and opening the mouth for) 3 hours disappear.]

Damn it…

I received a penalty.

I was born as a child named “Diamond” and a week has passed.

I am not like the main character of other novels, who is either the youngest son of a noble family, a prince, a warrior, or a villainess.

My father is the newly appointed blacksmith in the village, and my mother is a full-time housewife.

We are not lacking anything and have a harmonious home.

Since I acted like a dog in my previous life, I can’t help but admire God’s consideration for allowing me to live comfortably this time.

Because my mother is a full-time housewife, even though only a short week has passed, I was able to hear a lot about this world.

This world has monsters, magic, and even a demon king.

In addition to the human race, there are also beastmen and elves.

It’s truly a fantasy.

If the blood of a hero flowed in my body, I would want to become an adventurer and travel the world.

But the abilities I have are far from combat-related.

[(Closing and opening the mouth for) 3 hours]

I haven’t fully understood the exact effect yet, but there’s a penalty of not being able to use it every time I speak.

To go on an adventure, you need both eloquence and strength to protect yourself, but I don’t have either.

So.

“Let’s grow up while drinking breast milk now~”

Suckling on my mother’s breast milk, I take a nap.

Time passed, and I turned one year old.

I still don’t really know my abilities, but I was able to identify the flaws in these abilities.

While taking a walk with my mother, I rest my head on her lap.

“Mom, I’m hungry.”

[The effect of (close your mouth and open it again) disappears after 6 hours.]

“Really? Our little prince worked hard~”

My mother familiarly lifts her clothes and offers me breast milk.

Naturally, I suckle on her milk, and my dry throat becomes moist again.

“Slurp~ Drink this!”

[The effect of (close your mouth and open it again) disappears after 6 hours.]

It gave me a refreshing feeling, like drinking a can of beer after work, and without realizing it, I imitated a middle-aged man’s reaction.

“Hohoho~ You look just like him~”

Perhaps thinking of imitating my father’s behavior of drinking beer every day, my mother pats my head, seeming to find it cute.

Anyway, the flaw I found in my acquired ability is that the penalty lasts a maximum of 6 hours.

It’s fine to speak more than that.

Even though I don’t know what ability I have, there’s no need to restrain myself from saying that I won’t endure the penalty alone.

And when I sleep and wake up, time passes quickly, and the penalty ends after 6 or 8 hours.

If only I could understand my abilities…

But there’s no way to do that~

Since it’s called (close your mouth and open it), maybe it has an effect on something that is locked or closed? That’s my guess.

But since I’m just a one-year-old baby now.

From my parents’ perspective, they wouldn’t put anything like that around me.

Well. Someday I’ll be able to confirm it~

With such a light-hearted mindset.

Mommy! One more sip of breast milk here!

Today is my fifth birthday.

“Happy birthday, Deam.”

“Thank you, Father.”

“Hehehe! You’re quite something!”

Although it was hard to believe that a five-year-old could be like this, Father chuckled heartily.

Mother held me in her arms with a face full of pity.

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“Oh dear, Deam is growing up so fast, it’s a pity.”

“What’s there to be sorry about? He’s grown up so wonderfully.”

“But he’s only five years old? It’s a time when he should be cute and playful…”

“Hehehe! Just like there are all kinds of people in the world, Deam is just a well-behaved child. So don’t worry too much.”

“But…”

I’m sorry, Mother.

On the outside, I may look like a baby, but in reality, I’m a 30-year-old man from Gyeongsang Province.

I’m a guy who runs around like crazy at work, so being cute is out of the question.

Father held Mother who was holding me in her arms.

When Father and Mother looked at each other with affectionate eyes and gently stroked my hand, creating an atmosphere that seemed like a younger sibling would be born, I opened the gift Father had given me.

Inside the wooden box was a small hammer that seemed to fit perfectly in my hand.

Perhaps Father wanted me to follow in his footsteps and become a blacksmith.

A blacksmith.

It’s a cool profession.

It may not be a combat job where I directly defeat demons or monsters like a hero, but even a hero can’t do anything without a sword.

And it’s the blacksmith who makes that sword.

Undoubtedly, it’s an attractive profession.

[Open your mouth, open everything]

I’m not sure of my abilities, but…

“I won’t starve to death, that’s for sure.”