Daddy is too Strong-Chapter 256

Saturday morning, Do-Jun prepared for a trip to the Core. He usually traveled light when heading there. As someone who had ascended to an unparalleled state of being, he neither felt thirst nor hunger even without consuming food or water. All he needed was his SpacePad for jotting down strategies, and he was ready.

Yoon-Hee was well aware of this, yet she couldn’t shake the unease in her heart.

Having woken up late, she cautiously approached him and asked, “F-Father, could you just give me half an hour?”

She gently tugged on the hem of his jacket just as he was about to leave for the Core.

Was there something she wanted to say?

When he asked for the reason, she responded, “I want to pack you some food... I can’t bear the thought of you working so hard while I sit comfortably at home. I’d feel like a failure as a homemaker...”

Honestly, it didn’t matter much to Do-Jun, but given her concern, it seemed right to wait and let her do what would put her mind at ease. Since he hadn’t yet read the morning paper, he decided he might as well pass the time doing that.

***

The kitchen was busy as Yoon-Hee prepared kimbap for Do-Jun to eat in the Core.

Do-Jun lowered his newspaper for a moment, glancing toward the kitchen. There were all sorts of kimbap, and she was rolling every variety one could find at a kimbap franchise. As the thirty minutes were almost up, she checked the clock and started packing the kimbap, one roll at a time, into lunch boxes.

Yoon-Hee had prepared over ten rolls of kimbap, filling five lunchboxes in total.

“This should be enough,” she said with relief.

Do-Jun scratched his head as he looked at the mountain of kimbap. This is way too much.

Nevertheless, he packed the lunchboxes into his bag.

***

A “walk” often refers to a leisurely activity done to relax or enjoy the surrounding scenery. For some, it might be in a park; for others, it could be the hill behind their house or a schoolyard. Ultimately, a good walking path should be a place where one can wander freely without a care in the world.

Rumble!

“How dare you wake me!”

A flaming skeletal soldier clad in armor emerged from its tomb. It was the Death Knight.

Though it was a trial on the tenth floor of the Core, its difficulty was similar to the challenges of the Deep Realm. It was a trial so dangerous that, for many, attempting it was like risking their lives, making it one of the hardest trials on the tenth floor of the Core. However, to Do-Jun, it was nothing more than one of the many rocks scattered along his walking path.

He extended his qi senses to assess the Death Knight’s level and determine whether Behemoth, considering their current growth and strategy, could handle it by the time they reached the tenth floor.

In mere moments, Do-Jun calculated numerous possibilities but concluded that Behemoth wouldn’t be able to overcome this trial. In such cases, Do-Jun preferred to remove the impossible obstacles himself.

He drew the Heavenly Demon Sword.

Since he hadn’t infused energy into it, only the hilt remained, with no visible blade. Do-Jun briefly considered using the Heavenly Demon Cultivation Art, but shook his head and stowed the sword away. Instead, thousands of threads of sword qi burst from his hand, raining down like a storm.

This was a technique Do-Jun had created himself, inspired by the Blossoming Rain technique of Sichuan’s Tang Clan. While the Tang Clan’s version scattered hidden weapons, Do-Jun’s method produced tens of thousands of sword qi from his internal energy, resulting in a deluge of blade-like strikes.

The Tang Clan would have fainted on the spot if they had witnessed this.

[You have defeated the Death Knight!]

[An unbelievable feat!]

The Death Knight was shattered—no, turned into dust, with occasional bone fragments burning brightly. After collecting the Hidden Piece reward, Do-Jun casually pulled out his SpacePad and carried on with his leisurely walk.

***

Meanwhile, in the Deep Realm, Wei Zhongqi’s days were extremely busy. After his duel with Guang Le, he spent a few days recovering at Cho Yang-Un’s house. However, the news of his return quickly spread among the eager residents of the Deep Realm, who had missed Earth’s food during his absence.

“Boss! One fried rice, please! I’ve brought plenty of mastery stones, hehe.”

“Hey, wait for your turn! I saw you cutting in line—what are you doing?!”

“Get out of the way! I ground for two months just to eat this!”

The scene was absolute chaos, with his front yard packed like a festival.

I should’ve stayed away a few more days. Wei Zhongqi genuinely regretted returning.

Then, he caught sight of a lurking shadow. Behind a large tree in his yard, a man was peeking out. His ability to hide his presence was so exceptional that no one else noticed him, but Wei Zhongqi was certain it was Imfelheim.

What’s he up to?

When they briefly locked eyes, Imfelheim quickly looked away as if nothing had happened, disappearing moments later.

By the time Wei Zhongqi finally finished with his customers after four exhausting hours, the kimbap was completely sold out.

***

Wei Zhongqi was practicing the first form of the Nine Heavens Demon Sword Art. Ever since his fight with Guang Le, when he realized the limits of his skills, he had dedicated every free moment to honing his swordsmanship.

The sword followed the movements of his hand precisely, and the tassel on the hilt fluttered in rhythm.

The Nine Heavens Demon Sword Art consisted of nine forms. The first and most fundamental form was Thunderbolt Flash.

This technique, which emphasized the speed and precision of the blade, required an extraordinary level of control over one’s strength. However, the deeper Wei Zhongqi delved into the details of the form, the more he felt trapped, as if he were endlessly hitting a wall he could not overcome.

He let out a short breath and paused his training.

What bothered him wasn’t just his lack of progress, but also Imfelheim. Imfelheim had been lurking behind a tree, sneaking peeks at him like a nervous dog from the start.

“In the world I come from, spying on someone’s training is considered incredibly rude,” Wei Zhongqi said loudly enough for Imfelheim to hear.

Imfelheim, who thought he was perfectly concealed, flinched and stepped out from behind the tree, realizing he had been caught.

“S-sorry about that.”

He cleared his throat awkwardly, then approached the porch and sat down. He reached for a pair of glasses lying nearby and examined them. They were a relic-grade artifact called Gambler’s Insight.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Oh, that? Murmu gave it to me as payment for the kimbap he ate.”

“H-hmm, I see. W-well, I don’t know what’s so delicious about kimbap that someone would trade such a valuable artifact for it,” Imfelheim muttered, trying to deceive even himself.

The Gambler’s Insight was an artifact that displayed the user’s chances of winning in a duel as a percentage. Given that everyone only had one life, this artifact was something most adventurers would covet.

“Was the kimbap not tasty?” Wei Zhongqi asked.

“N-not really. I’d rather chew on Gineon instead.”

Gineon was an edible herb that grew in the Deep Realm.

Wei Zhongqi simply stared at him without saying a word.

Flustered by the silence, Imfelheim added, “Ahem. That said, I think I need to try kimbap one more time. You know, just to make sure I wasn’t mistaken about the taste.”

“That might be difficult.” Wei Zhongqi shot him down.

With a visible twitch, Imfelheim stammered, “W-why? If it’s a matter of mastery stones, I’ll get them! How many do you need?”

“It’s not about the stones. I’m out of ingredients. Even if you offered me a million stones, I couldn’t make it. I just don’t have the resources.”

Imfelheim clenched his fist tightly. Those pig bastards... they ate all of it?

He wanted nothing more than to slap everyone who ate the ingredients. But if it were ever discovered that he did so out of desperation for kimbap, it would only damage his pride, so he could only bite his lips in frustration and click his tongue.

“You really wanted some, huh?” Wei Zhongqi asked with a slight grin on his face.

“Not at all.”

Wei Zhongqi narrowed his eyes.

Imfelheim looked like he was on the verge of tears. He was clearly disappointed.

“Wei Zhongqi, by the way... Can I borrow this?” he asked, putting on the Gambler’s Insight.

“Sure. It’s valuable, so be careful and bring it back in one piece.”

***

Imfelheim visited the tenth floor of the Core. This was the site of a trial he had previously failed—a battle against a Death Knight. However, he wasn’t planning to charge in recklessly. Instead, he intended to calculate his chances of victory using the Gambler’s Insight before challenging the trial.

But when he arrived, the Death Knight was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was only a heap of burning bone powder where the trial had once been.

“What the...?”

Did someone kill it already...? He wondered but quickly dismissed the thought. The Death Knight was far too powerful for any adventurer on the tenth floor to defeat.

Just then, Imfelheim saw a man sitting on a spread-out cloth nearby, eating something. Normally, he would have dismissed him as just another adventurer, but when he realized what he was eating, his body froze in shock.

“That’s... That’s!”

The man was holding kimbap. Not just one roll, but ten whole rolls of kimbap!

Imfelheim gulped and immediately leaped toward the man. “Uh, hi there!”

The man—of course, it was Do-Jun—looked up at Imfelheim, who had suddenly approached him.

“Hello,” he greeted him back with a smile.

“T-that... what you’re eating...”

“Kimbap.”

“Y-yeah, kimbap.” Imfelheim wiped away the drool trickling from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. “Y-you see, I really... I just love kimbap. So, what I’m trying to say is...”

“Would you like some? There’s too much for me to eat alone.”

Do-Jun’s offer made Imfelheim’s face light up with joy. “R-really?”

“Yes. Here, use these chopst—use this wet wipe to clean your hands so you can eat with them.”

As he handed Imfelheim a wet wipe, Do-Jun noticed the paper wrapped around Imfelheim’s wrist, which had some Hangul written on it. Thinking that Imfelheim might also be a student in Kiriel’s class, Do-Jun couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

“Okay.” Imfelheim wiped his hands clean with the wet wipe and picked up a piece of pork cutlet kimbap.

The moment he put it in his mouth, his eyes widened. “This... this is delicious. It’s so good. It’s way better than Wei Zhongqi’s kimbap! You know what, you can’t even compare his to this!”

Do-Jun chuckled softly. Of course, it was. This kimbap had been made by Yoon-Hee herself. Her cooking skills, at least for homemade dishes, were unmatched.

***

There was a saying: “I could die happy.” Imfelheim’s current situation matched that sentiment perfectly. Wearing a truly blissful smile, he even shed a small tear.

“Thank you so much, adventurer,” he said to Do-Jun.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“I want to repay you somehow. You wouldn’t know this, but I’m actually the most powerful being in the Deep Realm.”

“Ah, I see.”

“My name is Imfelheim. You’ve probably heard of me, right?”

Do-Jun nodded, but truthfully, he didn’t care much. Still, it was polite to at least go along when someone was talking.

“Want me to help you with your adventures?” Imfelheim asked.

“No, that’s okay. I can manage just fine on my own.”

Imfelheim rummaged through his belongings, searching for something to give. Eventually, he pulled out Gambler’s Insight from his pocket.

“I’ll lend you this. It’s a really handy artifact, you know? When you wear it and look at your opponent, it shows your chances of victory. Like this—watch.”

He put on the glasses and looked at Do-Jun.

“When I look at you, I’m sure it’ll show a hundred percent win rate. But if you’re up against someone else... Huh?”

The display showed no chance of victory. Not even fifty percent, ten, or one. It showed zero percent.

“What the...?” Imfelheim took off the glasses and put them back on, but the result was the same. “Sorry, this one must be a dud. Let me give you something else instead. And this one isn’t just a loan—consider it a gift.”

Imfelheim handed over several artifacts, all relics of the Deep Realm.

***

“Hey! Wei Zhongqi!” Imfelheim came storming in, fuming, for some reason.

Wei Zhongqi stopped his training and let out a deep sigh. “What’s the matter now?”

“This! I think that Murmu bastard scammed you.”

“Scammed?”

“It’s totally defective.”

“In what way?”

Imfelheim explained, “I was just on the tenth floor. There was this adventurer eating kimbap, and since he offered to share, I had a bit of.... A-anyway, I figured I should give him something for the kimbap, right? So I decided to lend him Gambler’s Insight. But when I put it on and looked at him, the win percentage showed zero! Zero! Does that even make sense to you? It’s clearly defective.”

Wei Zhongqi thought to himself, Seems perfectly accurate to me.