## Chapter 1754 – The Life of a Transcender – A Black-Haired Foreigner
Knock on my door.
Baby, knock knock knock.
“Nick, open the door.”
“Go away…! Hngh! Don’t let anyone find me!”
As I knocked, Nick’s voice burst out.
“Seriously, man?”
The origin of this incident is as follows.
Just last week, Nick was diligently pursuing his music career, but suddenly, he said it was embarrassing and locked himself in his room.
In recent days, Nick had been a very bright kid.
Every music video he made received rave reviews.
Of course, capturing the hearts of the younger generation seemed a bit difficult still, but nevertheless, he was gradually growing.
Yes.
He was definitely growing. Nick constantly researched and evolved to capture the younger generation. He exploded his talent and attempted all sorts of directing.
And so.
The middle-school cringe, the swagger, the self-admiration in his music videos. Those crazy adolescent emotions gradually began to ‘decrease,’ and he was on a roll, receiving praise for his novelty from generations outside the youth and decent reviews from the youth.
“How on earth did it come to this?”
That Nick locked himself in his room…!
“This father’s heart is breaking!”
—Thwack!
So, I broke down Nick’s door and went inside!
“Huk! Dad!”
This kind of forced entry is definitely not a good method! But I can’t leave my baby locked in his room! This is when we need the warmth of family!
“Nick! Why is it that you, the magical dancer and vocalist who shone so brilliantly, are locked up in your room!”
“Don’t call me by that name!”
—Aaaaaaaagh!
Nick, clutching his head, rolled around on the bed, screaming. And that’s not all. He’s thrashing around like a freshly caught fish.
—Thump thump!
Nick’s bed was already wrecked. There wasn’t a decent blanket either. He was trying to calm himself down by constantly freaking out, destroying the bed, and giving every blanket a blanket kick.
“No! I’m not a magical vocalist… Keu-haaaak! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!”
Nick, burying his face in the pillow, started freaking out again.
Ha, this kid, really.
“Hey, hey! Get a grip! What are you doing locked up! Get up, you punk!”
“I can’t get up anymore…!”
“Why can’t you get up! You were making such awesome music videos!”
“No! Don’t mention that!”
—Thwack!
Nick, kneeling, covered his face with one hand and showed me the palm of his other hand as he shouted.
“Dad! I’m too embarrassed to take it anymore…! Ah! Even when I close my eyes, I see it! That cheesy music video I made!”
What are you talking about now!
Cheesy! This kid has already transcended that level and reached the realm of art, what nonsense are you spouting now!
“Cheesy? Don’t talk nonsense, NickNickNick! Your music video must be shining more than anything else! It’s absurd to say it’s cheesy!”
“It’s not shining!”
“Then what is it!”
“It’s a freak show! Keu-haaaaaaaaaak!”
—Whoosh!
Nick jumped up, grabbed the remnants of the blankets scattered on the floor, scattered them in the air, and then delivered jumping blanket kicks, destroying the blankets.
—Boom!
—Boom!
—Boom!
“Destroying! Destroying isn’t enough! I have to keep kicking and kicking! Even if I kick and kick, there are still blankets left! It feels like more blankets are embracing me!”
Fragments of multiplying blankets.
Nick used his power to float them again, making them targets, and constantly flailed around like a ninja on drugs, delivering aerial blanket kicks.
“Ah! A terrible paradox! What on earth have I created! I’m ashamed! So ashamed! Even if I brought all the blankets in the world and covered myself, I’d still be ashamed!”
“Nick…!”
“But I’m destroying those blankets myself right now…! Dad! Look at me! My contradictory self!”
Seeing Nick speaking so vehemently like a pseudo-thinker is burning my fatherly heart! How can anyone maintain their sanity seeing this!
—Fwoosh!
So, I immediately used Heavenly Demon Power to create more blankets.
“Nick! Here are blankets!”
“Ah, Dad! Thank you!”
—Boom!
And so, I tried a therapy of calming the mind by kicking blankets together with Nick.
Even in the midst of that, Nick constantly expressed his feelings.
“At some point, I realized…! My middle-school cringe! My overflowing swagger! My extreme cheesiness!”
But I couldn’t accept that feeling!
“So what nonsense is that! Those were such awesome lyrics and dances! This dad! And the viewers were so moved! But now you, Nick, are belittling it yourself!”
“Yes! That’s right!”
—Flash!
A flash of light.
“Ah! Why is this happening!”
Nick clutched his head!
“Making music videos was definitely a very enjoyable thing! Every day was fun, and I was looking forward to what I would make tomorrow!”
What on earth happened to that kid!
“But!”
—Grasp!
Nick, clutching his chest, said with a desperate expression.
“Everything started to go wrong when I refined my skills and improved my music videos to capture the younger generation!”
“What went wrong!”
“I accepted the criticism that it was cheesy! So, I reduced the swagger and lessened the middle-school cringe in my music videos and lyrics!”
Wait a minute.
The outline is starting to take shape.
So, the reason Nick is coming to his senses like this is…!
“That’s when I realized! What I was creating!”
I see!
So that’s what he realized! Nick put in extreme effort to capture even the younger generation! So, he accepted the criticism and started to reduce the middle-school cringe and swagger in his music videos, and with that!
At some point, he became aware of his own middle-school cringe and began to cure the disease!
How could such a tragedy happen!
He fell into a swamp while trying to refine himself further! Ah! Paradox! This is the ‘contradiction’ that Nick was talking about.
“What I made was a middle-school cringe swagger dark history…!”
Nick, who had been covering his head, said painfully. Yeah… Now I know the truth too.
Ambition.
That desire to go higher.
It ended up grabbing Nick’s ankle. Tragedy. Yeah. There’s no word to describe it other than tragedy.
But.
“You’re wrong.”
That too, is necessary for a man to grow!
“You’re wrong, NickNickNick!!!”
“What’s wrong, Dad!”
I can tell my son he’s wrong!
“Please! If I’m wrong, bring me real proof that I’m wrong! Anything is fine! Make me realize that the embarrassment I’m feeling right now is wrong!!!”
So I say!
“This dad! And your mothers! And countless people! They were enthusiastic about your music videos! There’s no way that could be embarrassing, Wee Nick!”
“That’s…!”
“Yeah! As you said, Nick, it might be cheesy! The swagger too! But wasn’t that a proud cheesiness!”
“Proud…?”
Nick expresses doubt.
Of course, he’s probably going to argue that it’s not something to be proud of but something to be ashamed of.
But I won’t allow it.
“The people you’ve moved are lined up around the Earth, you punk!”
Nick’s music videos were never ‘fake.’ They moved and excited countless people. An overwhelming number of humans. A true star drives both fans and haters crazy.
He drove the fans crazy.
And he drove the haters crazy with his extreme cheesiness and middle-school cringe.
Isn’t that enough?
“Isn’t that enough! Wee Nick!”
“…!”
“Can you blame yourself in front of those people for creating such a ridiculous middle-school cringe music video!!!”
—Thwack!
I grab Nick’s shoulders tightly and shout as if scolding him! Nick! With wide eyes, he’s looking at my face, stammering!
This hopeless guy!
“Answer me!!! My son Wee Nick!!! NickNickNick, you scoundrel, answer me right now! Can you say in front of the people who are enthusiastic about you that you are an embarrassing existence!!!”
“That kind of thing…!”
—Grasp!
Nick.
“There’s no way I can say that!”
He said, grabbing my wrist.
“There’s no way I can say that! Likewise, I can’t show this side of myself to my fans…!”
“Then get up! Get up and endure it!”
“But Dad! Even if I try to get up from here right now!”
What’s the problem!
“I’ve already come to my ‘senses’! I’ve realized that what I was doing was a middle-school cringe swagger parade! I’ve realized that, Dad! Uaaaaaaaagh!”
—Whoosh!
Nick, jumping like a spring, threw himself onto the remnants of the bed.
—Thud!
Nick, lying down like that, kicked the air, rolled around on the bed, and shouted.
“Me! I’m an insect! I’m an inseeect!!! I’ll just become an insect!!!”
“Then become an insect!!! Go into a pupa now and emerge as a butterfly!!!”
“I can’t become a butterfly…! Not with the body that’s already left behind several of those music videos!”
“Just think of that as the scales stuck to the butterfly’s wings, you punk! Even pretty butterflies scatter those scales in all directions while flying! You Butterfly Wee Nick!!!”
“B-Butterfly Wee Nick!”
“Wriggle like a caterpillar, NickNickNick!!!”
Embarrassment too!
Shame too!
It’s just the wriggling of a caterpillar! And the caterpillar will go into a pupa and emerge as a pretty butterfly!
“Wriggle and wriggle again to become a pupa! If you do that, you can become a butterfly! Butterflies never feel ashamed of their caterpillar days! Become an insect, Wee Nick!!!”
“I can’t understand what this man is saying at all!!!”
