Bighorn Bull is in charge of leading, and I, Beria, am in charge of raising it.

I was transported to the world of Belial.
Not the silver giant who roared to rule the universe after turning evil, but a silver warrior who hadn't yet been crushed by fate.
Looking around me at the group of toddlers barely reaching my knees, and that Father of Ultra with his "Old Belial, I believe you" expression, I suddenly had an urge to touch the Plasma Spark Tower. What should I do? Who is the real Father of Ultra, the one between us?!
Turns out, Father of Ultra, that seemingly honest Big Horned Bull, is completely incapable of taking care of children! I simply couldn't stand it anymore!
Original, Zoffy, Seven, Jack, Ace, Taro... all six cubs, bring them all to me!
But instead of getting angry, he patted me on the shoulder with a cheerful smile, looking even happier: "Good brother, I knew you were reliable! From now on, I'll take care of the children, and you take care of the parents!"
...I don't believe you for a second, you old rascal!
I held the baby Taro, who was rubbing against my face, with a blank expression, while inwardly cursing Big Horn Bull a thousand times.
But to prevent the little guy from being spoiled, I started teaching Jack how to use the javelin, secretly giving Ace some snacks, and awkwardly and clumsily coaxing Seven to sleep when he was throwing a tantrum.
And when I saw those futures, which were originally headed for tragedy, being rewritten little by little—
When I discovered that Zero, who was supposed to be my arch-rival, preferred to cling to me and act cute rather than his own father, Seven...
This old man suddenly felt...
This doesn't seem so unacceptable?