## Chapter 1749 – Chronicles of a Black-Haired Foreigner – The Life of a Transcendent Being
Honestly, it’s starting to worry me. How long is this kid going to be like this? It’s good that my son has matured, but this isn’t mature at all…!
There’s a limit to how funny things can be!
Even with all that said, I’m worried as a dad! What if Nick stays like this forever? The thought sends a chill down my spine.
This is driving me crazy.
All eyes in the Heavenly Demon Divine Kingdom will be on Nick as he starts working harder in society.
Then Nick, acting all cool, will spout some cliché-ridden lines and strike a suave pose. Of course, that pathetic sight will be exported all the way to Earth by that monster called the internet… In this day and age, the entombment of a dark history doesn’t just end with circulating as an internet meme.
Nationwide.
Worldwide.
No!
It can spread to all dimensions!
“Winnieck, the First Prince of the Heavenly Demon Divine Kingdom! Today, he strikes a suave pose with melancholic eyes while uttering another cringe-worthy line!” If news like that breaks, something will definitely go wrong! I have to stop it immediately!
“So, Father? What brings you here?”
“N-nothing much. I just wanted to see my Nicky-Nick.”
“Oh, Father.”
ㅡClack.
Nick, covering his face with one hand, extended his other hand towards me, palm open.
“Nicky-Nick? I wish you would ‘stop’ with that nickname. It’s not very mature. Well, I understand wanting to give your son a pet name as a father, but please consider my ‘maturity’ now. I’m not just some ‘hopelessly incorrigible child’ forever, you know.”
I can’t figure out why he keeps putting quotation marks around certain words to emphasize them…!
“Y-yes, I understand. Now that Nick is an adult, it’s time to graduate from that nickname.”
“Ah, thank you, Father.”
“But you’ll still let me hug you, right?”
This is what Nick hates the most. Me grabbing him with the Heavenly Demon Hug. He says he hates it, but he’s secretly about to have a fit inside.
If I do that again… how will Nick react?
“Of course, Father. I won’t refuse something like that anymore. Come! Father! Give me your love!”
“Alright!”
ㅡWhoosh!
I immediately spread my limbs wide and strongly embraced Nick, like a Venus flytrap swallowing a fly.
“Nick!”
Come back to your senses!
Please respond to my desperate cry!
The original Nick would have screamed and struggled from the moment I hugged him like this. But Nick didn’t.
“Father. If I ever have a son, I’m going to hug him like this all the time.”
“That’s a good thought, Nick.”
“So, why don’t you reconcile with Grandfather now? Just like I’ve changed my mind, I’m sure you can too.”
I’m wrong.
Can I really bring Nick back to normal? He’s doing this even while he’s in my arms!
“I see.”
“Of course, Father. If you open your heart and talk, there’s nothing you can’t understand.”
“Open your heart and talk, huh… That’s right. Nick, how about you and I go to a hot spring together for the first time in a while?”
“A hot spring. Well, I’m not too busy right now, so that might be good.”
T-this bastard.
“Great! Father! I’ll make time for it!”
He’s even accepting the hot spring now…!
“Alright… make time for it. I’ll set a date for the hot spring.”
“Ah, I will. Anyway, Father? I’ve been exploring my career path today, you see.”
“Oh? Did you find something good?”
“I think I found something that might work.”
“What is it?”
Could it be something related to the restaurant?
“I.”
He did well there, so it wouldn’t be strange for him to choose that path. I hope he’s not going to cause trouble by saying he wants to be some weird culinary artist or something.
“I’m going to be a singer.”
What???
“Wh-what…!”
“I want to be a fantastic magical dancing vocalist.”
What kind of bizarre job is that!!!
* * *
“You damn darkie, what are we going to do!!! Our Nick is going to be a singer, doing some magical? Wizardly cool dancer vocalist bullshit!!!”
Winia started freaking out and shaking me.
“Winia.”
“What!!!”
“Well… it’s just that.”
“What!”
There’s only one thing to say.
“You laughed too, didn’t you?”
“What…?”
“Winia, you laughed at Nick, saying it was funny. So this isn’t just my responsibility…”
“Darkieeeeeee!!!”
ㅡSwoosh!
Winia, stepping on the accelerator and spinning around once, used the centrifugal force to slap me with her explosive breasts!
ㅡThud!
“Ughhhhh!”
What overwhelming breasts! Just one hit sent me flying and crashing into the wall!
“Darkie. Want to experience some breast assault? A breast attack that could cause death by assault?”
“No! Winia, you laughed because it was funny, so why are you only blaming me! It’s shared responsibility, shared responsibility!”
“Shut up!”
No! This is really unfair! You enjoyed it together, and now you’re demanding responsibility only from me!
Of course, it’s true that our Nick has gone beyond being a chuunibyou poser and is seriously declaring that he will walk the path of a magical vocalist, but this is an important task that my wives and I will solve together, not just my fault!
“I really can’t escape my bloodline! Why do I have to see my son doing something like Heavenly Michael Jackson!”
“But Winia, honestly, Heavenly Michael Jackson is something to acknowledge, isn’t it?”
“Who would acknowledge that!”
Honestly, Heavenly Michael Jackson is legendary.
The heat that poured out of that arena at the time. The cheers. All of that still remains in my heart. I even gained a great realization from it. Heavenly Michael Jackson is that precious to me.
Good memories.
I’ll never forget them.
Of course, I won’t do it again now, but it will remain a beautiful memory for a long time.
“Hmm?”
Wait a minute.
Thinking about it that way, I can understand why Nick decided to walk the path of a magical artist. But magical? What the heck is that? I usually put the prefix “superhuman” when I dance.
Superhuman dance. That’s a concept that expresses the limit of physical ability. In other words, if it’s magical dance… is it a dance that expresses the limit of magical ability?
“…Successor.”
“What?”
“Winia. Nick is a successor.”
“Successor to what!”
“The true heir to Heavenly Michael Jackson!”
“Magical my ass! Sisters! Let’s have an emergency meeting!”
ㅡFlash!
Winia immediately sent a communication!
“No! Winia! It might be too early! Nick might really walk the path of a musician!”
“Even if that’s true, I don’t want Nick to make a dream he came up with in that state his path! If he debuts for real while he’s acting like that, we can’t take it back!”
That’s true.
Honestly, I can’t argue with that.
“Alright, Winia. Then let’s do this. First of all, I admit that Nick’s condition has become serious… You do too, right?”
“Darkie. This isn’t just serious. I’ve lived with you for a long time and seen a lot of things, and if we leave him like that, he’ll be more serious than you in your prime psycho days.”
“No. What the heck is prime psycho darkie.”
Stop giving me weird nicknames.
“Anyway! We need to bring Nick back to normal!”
I’m sure of it. Even if Nick becomes normal, he’ll try to walk the path of a musician. This is already an inclination engraved in my genes. I dreamed of being a death metal singer when I was young too. That’s how artistically sensitive my family is.
“So how are we going to bring him back! No matter what we say to Nick now, it won’t work! He’s trying to look at the world with warm eyes while acting all adult, how are we going to persuade him!”
“That’s…!”
It’s too difficult.
“Shock therapy.”
“Huh?”
“Should we try shock therapy?”
“What kind of therapy is that?”
For example… yeah. Showing him some recorded footage. If we give him a little shock with that, wouldn’t he be liberated?
“Showing him the recorded video. If he sees that, he might suddenly fall into a big shock and return to normal.”
“We don’t know that! Even if we show it to him now, he might like it, saying that’s his true self! And if he finds out about the existence of the video when he’s normal later, that’s another problem! He’ll be greatly shocked!”
ㅡClack!
Winia, saying that, grabbed her hair and tore it out!
“Aaaagh! What am I going to do with my son!”
“Calm down!!! Winia!!!”
I immediately stroked Winia’s back and massaged her huge breasts!
“Ugh… there. Massage there more…”
Like a cat with its nape grabbed, she immediately became docile.
“Alright. Winia. Relax. There will be a way. Let’s find it together.”
Honestly, I want to see my son as a singer.
But I need to cure his chuunibyou first. Originally, these things are cured on their own if you leave them alone, but… as Winia said, if Nick debuts before that, it’s irreversible.
* * *
“Kyahahahahaha! No! Seriously, you can’t escape your bloodline! Nick is going to be a singer! A singer! And some weird magical singer at that!”
“I heard he’s a wizardly vocalist?! Hehehehehehe!”
“This one heard he was a dancing sorceress!”
My wives, hearing the story about Nick, grabbed their stomachs and burst into laughter. They were almost crying.
“Aaaagh! Sisters! Stop teasing me! Nick might really debut in that state!”
“Lady Winia…! That’s a big problem!”
“Yeah!”
“The Second Coming of Heavenly Michael Jackson is a big problem!!”
“Be quiettttttt!”
Okay then.
How should I bring Nick back to normal?
