## Chapter 1738 – Chronicles of a Black-Haired Foreigner – The Life of a Transcender
I sprawled out on my son’s cozy bed, forcing Nick to pore over “Monthly Cheonma.”
Seriously, why is this kid’s bed so comfortable? Is it because I’m his dad? My eldest son’s bed is the most comfortable in the world! No wonder I always end up lounging here.
“How much longer do I have to read this…? How much more of his own magazine does this man expect me to read! I guarantee there isn’t another dad like him in the world!”
Nick, engrossed in “Monthly Cheonma,” threw another one of his usual tantrums. He really is a chatterbox.
But I know the truth. He’s actually enjoying it. He’s just embarrassed. The little rascal. Making his dad feel so proud.
How adorable.
“Hey, you brat. If you’re a son, you should know all about your dad’s achievements. Read it all, properly.”
“Your great achievements are overshadowed by the single fact that you torment your son! Is there really any need to see that!”
“Of course. I’m absolutely certain, without a moment’s hesitation. You need to see it.”
“Kaaaaaah…!”
Even the way he tears at his hair is just like me, making me proud. Yeah. This might be how my wives see me. How can a son be so lovable?
“Think of it as a biography of a great man, isn’t that awesome?”
The greatest of all great men in this world is none other than Cheonma, Kim Kat.
“No! Dad! But why do you always barge into my room and lie on my bed!”
“I came to hang out?”
“That’s why I’m asking, why hang out in your son’s room! Go hang out with your friends!”
Hang out with friends, huh. Come to think of it, I don’t have many friends. But that’s not fair. It’s not like I had many chances to make friends in this world, unlike back on Earth.
“Copson?”
Most adventurers are human trash, how am I supposed to make friends? From the start, Copson was an extraordinary saint. I was lucky that there weren’t many people like Copson in this world.
“That guy has to work, you brat.”
“You work too, Dad!”
“I’m working just by existing.”
The most important thing I do is protect this world. In other words, I’m on standby 24/7. If there’s something wrong with that dimension, I have to jump out immediately, so every moment is work.
“Hey. But if you think about it, why are you always at home, Nicknickni? You should go out and hang out with your friends too.”
“I have internet friends.”
“Hehehe, this little rascal.”
“Becoming friends with humans. Dad. That’s difficult. I don’t even know if I can get along with humans in the first place.”
Now that I think about it.
My children grew up learning all sorts of things at the educational institutions inside Cheonma Divine Palace since they were young. All that was in their class were their siblings. After school, they spent time with their family.
You could say they grew up in a completely different environment from ordinary students. But it was always a free atmosphere.
Anyway, because they grew up like that, they naturally became distant from the humans outside.
“Hmm, now that I think about it, my kids barely have any friends?”
They sometimes go out shopping with each other, but I’ve never heard of them hanging out with human friends.
Is this a problem?
I pondered for a moment. Friends. Friends, huh… But when I think about it, neither I nor their mothers are the type to have friends. No. In the first place, it seems difficult for the concept of friends to even exist in this world.
“It’s difficult to become friends with humans in the first place… Well, it’s okay online.”
It’s a bit strange for a demigod to force themselves to get along with humans.
“So it’s okay? I was just thinking, when I lived on Earth, I had some friends, you know?”
I don’t even remember them anymore, and they’re not that important. No. It’s been a while since I forgot about them. I forgot about them during my adventurer days.
But Copson is really important.
“But here, there’s almost no one except for a few people.”
“Dad’s like that, so I guess I’m like that too.”
“Is that so?”
Still, I think it would be good to have at least one soulmate like Copson. I should talk to my wives about this.
“Anyway, Nick. Let’s finish reading ‘Monthly Cheonma’.”
“I want to run away from home right now!”
Run away from home?!
“R-R-Run away from home!!!”
“Ugh!”
“This kid has no filter in front of his dad!!”
“No, Dad! It’s not like that!”
I imagined Nick running away from home for a moment…! That alone made my hands and feet tremble! I can’t accept my child running away from home!
“Are you going to say bad things? Huh?”
“No, I didn’t mean to, I’m telling you…”
“Nick. Running away from home is a very serious thing.”
I immediately sat down and explained seriously.
Running away from home.
It can be said to be a very serious family problem.
“Nick… If you run away from home, you know? This dad will regret it. And become obsessed. And become devastated.”
“Don’t say such terrible things…!”
“What’s so terrible? Hey, you brat. What do you take this dad for? When their child runs away from home, all parents’ hearts burn black.”
There’s no dad who wouldn’t regret it if their beloved child ran away from home. And of course, they’d blame themselves for why they ran away, what they did wrong, and become obsessed and devastated.
It’s such a natural thing.
“In that case, I’ll run away from home right now! Don’t come looking for me, Dad!”
“Nick. This dad is someone who never does anything he’ll regret. And if he sees his son trying to run away from home right in front of his eyes.”
ㅡPaaat!
“He’s someone with such great action skills that he’ll immediately throw himself to stop him.”
I immediately spread my arms and legs wide and flew towards Nick.
“Give me a hug.”
“Is it going to be like this againnnnn!!!”
“Let’s read the rest with Dad on my back.”
“Uwaaaaaaaack!”
“Hehehe.”
Cute little rascal.
* * *
“CheonmaDeathBeam123.”
I typed in my ID and logged in.
“Good.”
I immediately went to Shuka’s uploaded novel.
Shuka, with the help of Kadia, created a fake ID last time and finally started serializing her internet novel with that identity, and it’s currently being serialized to great acclaim.
I have to leave a comment on that novel right now. Of course, I have to give it a recommendation, sponsor it, and even write a comment. I’ve even written a review.
It might seem like the Cheonma is doing something that makes him look foolish, but this is actually something I’m doing because I like it. My daughter is writing something, so of course I have to go and see it, right?
“So fun.”
The genre is gothic horror dungeon fantasy.
It’s a strange and scary adventure story about a man who wakes up in an ancient underground tomb.
Amidst the chaos, he moves with a torch and fights to the death with a skeleton he encounters, takes the rusty sword he wins, and a full-fledged adventure begins.
The background itself is a dark and vast ancient underground tomb, so sinister imagination is amplified. It’s so vast that there’s even a ruined ancient city inside the tomb.
Anyway, the protagonist defeats undead like mobs, but also hides and runs away from transcendent and terrifying beings that roam the tomb.
The inner psychological description of the protagonist feeling fear and running away every time he encounters such things is a masterpiece. It’s really fun.
So I read Shuka’s novel.
Today, the protagonist was chased by a pack of ghouls and fell underground when the floor collapsed, and while trying to find a way to escape, he discovered a suspicious coffin. After hesitating, he investigates the coffin with fear and obtains a bracelet that appears to be ancient.
I love it.
“Kya, this reminds me of when I went through the Necropolis?”
It seems she wrote the story based on what I told her.
“So!!!!! Fun!!!! Author!!!!! So!!!! Scary!!!!!”
I left an exaggerated comment and pressed the recommendation button.
And I immediately flew to Shuka’s room.
“Shuka!!! Dad left a comment again today!!!”
“Good job, Dad. I’ll praise you.”
“Quickly. Praise me quickly.”
When I urged her for praise, Shuka spread her arms. I immediately flew into her arms. Shuka is like a small Risha, so she’s so lovely.
“Dad did a good job. Head pat, head pat.”
“Aaaah, I live for this.”
“But how was today’s?”
“What’s the bracelet’s effect?”
“That’s a spoiler.”
“Hehehe, that’s right.”
Spoilers are forbidden.
“But Shuka. It seems more popular than I thought? These days, everyone besides me is writing comments?”
“I guess the rumors spread. It seems like other people besides those who like this genre have gathered.”
Then that’s good.
“Was it the right answer to put in a bit of an adventurous feel after listening to Dad’s old stories? If this continues, I’ll be able to succeed even more. More readers will gather in the future.”
“Hehehe, yeah. If it goes well, I’ll buy you chicken.”
“I’ll do that. Anyway, let’s talk about the novel, Dad.”
“Okay. Let’s take a look at the comment section first.”
When I sat in front of Shuka’s computer, Shuka sat on top of me.
I immediately looked at the comment section with Shuka.
But.
[SeductiveBlackWitch: What kind of artifact did you obtain!]
“What’s this.”
“Huh?”
A way of speaking that you would never see in the comment section. Even that way of speaking that we are so familiar with. And most importantly… A nickname that reminds me of something.
“Shuka. Did you tell Mom you were writing it too?”
“Ah, no! I didn’t tell her! Oh my god! What’s going on!”
In an instant, Shuka’s body temperature began to rise rapidly.
“I was still embarrassed to tell Mom, but how did she know…!”
I can tell without looking. The fact that Shuka’s face turned red. It seems like Risha found out without me telling her. But looking at the comments, it’s the first one posted today.
“What should I do! Dad! I’m so embarrassed!”
I stroked Shuka’s hair and said.
“Let’s call that Seductive Black Witch, no. Risha, for now?”
