How To Train Your Galaxy

The gods and goddesses of the Isekai Universe are NOT kind and benevolent paragons. They’re celestial assholes with divine clearance. Their hobby? Invading planets, kidnapping populations, and forcing them into custom-built fantasy worlds like cosmic landlords designing theme parks. The rent is your soul. The contract is eternal. The decor is non-negotiable. Sugar’s homeworld suffered the same fate—stormed by the heavenly army, its citizens abducted en masse. Among the missing was Sugar’s mother, the only adult in her family. Now, Sugar’s been on the run across galaxies with the rest of her family: • Her insufferably dramatic older brother• Her over-affectionate, emotionally flammable father• And their family AI, a digital know-it-all with the mouth of a cosmic trucker. Together, they’ve hopped from galaxy to galaxy and crash-landed on planet after planet, each radically different in civilization, culture, and vibe—because every world is handcrafted to match the personal tastes of its ruling deity: A goddess who likes elves? Boom—high fantasy utopia.A god who likes machines? Surprise—industrial cyberpunk dystopia.A cultivation-addict deity? Congrats—you’re now in a wuxia grindset with mandatory flying swords and tragic childhood backstory. Finding Sugar’s mother has been like looking for a single noodle in a cosmic bowl of spaghetti, while angelic bounty hunters—cold, efficient, HR-approved killing machines—have closed in behind them, completely missing the irony of being “lawful good.” Through it all, Sugar has remained relentlessly cheerful, because she believes she can beat anything in the universe…As long as she survives puberty first. Puberty for a teenage girl is bad.Puberty for a teenage dragon girl?An identity crisis with a scaly growth spurt, plasma fire, and emotional-damage multipliers. Oh right—Sugar and her family are dragons.That’s why her home planet was at the top of the celestial shopping list. I’ve told you that, right?