My Dad Is Too Strong

Moderate clumps of clouds float in the sky.

On the breezy blue field, Dojun looked around slowly.

Under a huge tree full of recordings.

A soft-looking white-winged girl was asleep.

The fourth floor of the center.

Dojun had just moved from the third floor to the fourth floor.

No, is this the fourth floor? I was a little suspicious because not only adventurers but also a common monster were not seen.

Throbbing.

Dojun walked to the child without a moment's hesitation.

He must have fallen asleep deeply, and even though he had a hunch, there was no response.

Scratching his head, thinking about what to do, he sat next to his child and leaned against the tree.

Cecilia was taking a nap in today as well.

Sometimes, she had an adventurer who moved between floors in the center.

Already for over a year, I have been spending boring days without meeting a single adventurer.

"Turn it off."

Pull yourself tight to stretch.

Now, how do we spend our time today?

But then I heard a voice from the side.

"Wake up."

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!?""

Surprised Cecilia.

The voice dropped urgently from where it came from.

I was so embarrassed that I slipped my foot in the process of course.

Dojun saw such Cecilia and sighed.

"Da, who are you!"

A gray hoodie.

a young man in black cotton trousers

Cecilia pulled herself together.

Come to think of it, there was only an adventurer who would come here.

Perhaps the young man ahead of his eyes is also an adventurer.

"Why, why didn't you wake me up!"

Waiting for an adventurer was so boring.

When taking a nap, adventurers were bound to wake up in any way.

For example, there were some crazy guys who touched their cheeks, stroked their wings, or attacked with their life. It was the first adventurer to wait until he woke up.

Dojun laughed as if he found it very funny.

"How can I wake you when you're sleeping so hard?"

Cecilia gazed at Dojun and inflated her cheeks.

You must have been peeping at the sleeping girl!

Her little(?) rebellion. Do-joon uttered what he had to say as if he was not interested.

"Where is this place?"

"... ...not telling me."

I got mean for no reason.

"Is it the fourth floor of the center?"

"I don't know. You, cocky!"

a grave face

In contrast to his surprise, Dojun looked so relaxed.

Cecilia didn't like it.

a smirk

Do-jun smiled.

How do you handle children of this type?

I knew too well.

gain in profit

I opened the zipper of the bag that I was wearing on my back.

Then, Yong-yong, who was inside, held out his head.

He jumped, landed on the floor, opened his mouth wide and yawned.

Cecilia's eyes grow bigger when she sees Yong-yong.

"$%^#$#$"

Because I was so surprised.

Cecilia muttering without proper speech.

A 'overload' that hasn't been seen for thousands of years has appeared!

Either way, once Dojun took something out of his bag.

It was a square lunchbox.

a rattling sound

When you open the lid,

I saw eight pieces of sandwich made of edible size.

well mixed with ham, egg, cheese, lettuce and sweet apple sauce

It was a special sandwich made by Seol Yoon-hee.

"Come on. Eat."

"......."

Cecilia looked alternately at the sandwich, Yong-yong, and Do-jun's face.

Master! Give me that, too!

Clap clap!

Yong-yong jumped and struggled to catch the sandwich.

Cecilia moves her eyes up and down along Yongyong.

Soon after he got the sandwich, Yong-yong opened his mouth wide and swallowed it in one bite.

"It's delicious. You should try it too."

"......."

Cecilia was handed a sandwich.

What is this man's identity?

He waits until he wakes up from sleep, is he not with Overload, and, much less, is he willing to deliver food he's never seen before?

"......Um."

Cecilia, who was worried.

I took a bite of the sandwich.

A well.

And

Maybe he was hungry.

Or maybe it's because it's delicious.

In an instant, I had a sandwich taken away.

"If you tell me where this is, I'll give you one more."

Dojun grinned.

***

"This isn't the fourth floor, it's called a buffer zone."

A well.

It's already been 4 times.

Cecilia mumbling the sandwich opened her mouth.

"Perfect zone?"

"Woong. Sometimes you meet me when you move the floor from the center."

"I see. It's my first time seeing you down to the fourth floor."

"There's an adventurer I've never seen before, going down to my heart."

In that sense.

I thought I might be more fortunate than I thought.

Dojun nodded and closed the lid of the empty lunchbox.

"Great memory."

Yong-yong must be full.

He laid down in the field, pounding his front paws on the bulging belly.

"If you eat and lie down straight, you can be a cow."

Surprise!

Yong-yong sprang to his feet at Do-jun's words.

Yong-yong didn't want to be a cow. Sorani at Dragon Road, that's a great downgrade!

But it's strange when you think about it. If there was such a case, wouldn't it have appeared on the news?

Yong-yong, who was looking at Do-jun's face laughing at himself, realized that he was fooled again.

I decided to write it down in the nest management log when I go back home today.

"So, what are you doing here?"

Dojun's question.

Cecilia coughed and coughed.

He began to speak clearly with a serious look on his face.

"I'm Cecilia. I'm helping adventurers. For your information, the buffer zone is mine!"

"That's great.

"Woong. Right?"

"How if you could help?"

"Give me an Artifact, give me a skill, or give me some information."

So that adventurers can survive on the next floor.

But it wasn't for everyone. Offering is also very limited.

Among adventurers, she was going through her own screening process.

To prevent another from being born.

"You're a good adventurer, so I'll give you a special service. Artifact, skill, information. Tell me what you want. Artifacts are Grade II or higher, skills are.... I can give it to you if you have extra registration compartments left. It's gonna be a lot of help to survive!"

Most adventurers chose artifacts or skills.

Of course, there were adventurers who chose information, but it was very few.

Good artifacts and skills worked to increase the survival rate in the heart of the immediate survival.

"Information "

There was nothing to worry about.

Artifacts or skills would be useful.

The one that came down to the center in the first place.

It was to get information about the heart.

***

"The core is absorbing all the planets in the universe. It's called erosion. A completely eroded planet will be incorporated into the center, and its inhabitants will begin moving to the center. Well, the Earth is the last planet."

However, Cecilia knew.

That the hijacker's hourglass is currently stationary.

The reason couldn't be clarified, but one thing for sure.

"If you take the throne, you will be king of all levels."

"King of all dimensions?"

"Woong. Once we've been transferred to Earth, the entire planet has moved to the center. Then, if you become the king of the center, you can become the king of all levels."

Dojun nodded as if he understood.

"I'm still fighting for the throne...…."

Swoosh.

Cecilia looked at Yong-yong.

a king of the past who once ruled the whole world

One who did not take the throne, but was the master of the real world of mind.

"What are you looking at?"

".........."

"Master, she keeps staring at me.

"Number one, glare at me! When did I ever!"

Why do you keep staring at me then?

"Well, that's... ...."

Dojun sighed and separated the two.

Getting caught up in a children's fight is quite exhausting.

"But an adventurer. Are you the owner of Overload?"

About Yong-yong calling Do-joon the master.

Cecilia was having a great curiosity, and by this time she decided to confirm.

Dojun noticed that "overload" refers to Yong-yong.

"I adopted him six months ago."

"......adopted, overloaded?"

How would the residents of Simgye react if they knew about this?

No, doubts have not subsided about how Overload was adopted before that.

Overload was strong. It was really strong, too. Even in the world where only the strongest in the center were gathered, its presence was so unrivaled that the current overload was like a pet.

Dojun checked his wristwatch.

The second hand of the clock worked normally even in the center.

It was possible to grasp the time of the earth in seconds.

The current time is 6:20 p.m.

It was time to go home.

Dojun took something out of his bag.

Yong-yong was asleep in his bag before he knew it.

He must have been tired from bickering with Cecilia.

"Then I'm going to leave."

"Woong. I hope to see you again."

I meant it.

"Yes."

Dojun nodded.

Next time I came, I thought I should bring more snacks.

***

After visiting the center, Dojun handed Seol an empty lunch box.

The lunch box was larger than the usual size, and the size of the sandwich was enough to fill me up with just two corresponding sandwiches, but eight sandwiches were completely empty.

It was the best moment for a cook.

Jagged!

Spicy sauce soup made of red pepper paste and various ingredients boils in a pot.

Seol Yun-hee hummed and prepared for dinner.

Today, I bought two chickens because they were cheap and fresh at the chicken was fresh.

I was making Braised Spicy Chicken for the first time in a while.

Here's the ladle.

Usually, it was Cassiel who helped Seol Yun-hee prepare dinner.

Whether he was happy that the dinner was Braised Spicy Chicken, Yong-yong was supporting Seol Yoon-hee to cook instead of Cassiel.

Tok Tok

Yong-yong's dry handkerchief.

I wiped the sweat dripping behind Seol's neck.

"It's very hot, isn't it?"

"It's all right. Our Yong-yong must be very hungry. Oh, that's right. How was the sandwich earlier?"

"It's the best."

The fragrant smell of Braised Spicy Chicken stimulated Yong-yong's sense of smell.

..........

Suddenly, it reminds me of Cecilia eating a sandwich deliciously.

I heard that he was living alone in a buffer zone.

It wasn't much on my mind, but it was a poor chap.

"Excuse me. Yoon-hee."

"Yes. Go ahead."

Next time, wrap me some braised spicy chicken with a lunch box.

"This one?"

Yong-yong nodded vigorously.

"Good things taste better when shared."

I don't know what it is.

Seol Yun-hee smiled, thinking, "Did you have a friend?"

"When can I make it for you?"

"Master."

Dojun lowered the newspaper he was reading and looked down at Yong-yong, who came to him with a calendar in his mouth.

Yongyong asked, putting the calendar down in front of Dojun.

"When will it be available next?"

Dojun smiles.

I circled one of the numbers on the calendar.