Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 245

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Chapter 245. One Must Be Careful, for a First Offense Can Lead to a Second and Third (1)
“If it’s a substance that doesn’t exist in this world, you mean that radioactive… whatever it is?”
“You seem quite knowledgeable about it.”
Well, Shirley sings about wanting that substance whenever she’s bored. Something about how atoms split and release gamma rays and produce enormous energy. She talks about it all the time, and even mutters about it in her sleep, so I’ve memorized every word of it.
From what I’ve heard, it’s not even an entirely unrealistic substance—if it were discovered, it would be valuable enough to serve as a future energy source. That’s why Shirley finds it so frustrating that it doesn’t exist.
“…Hmm?”
Wait a moment. Isn’t this exactly what Kisomalos and Grant said before? They also mentioned that the Underworld should exist based on legends, yet it’s absent from the Mortal Realm, which they found strange. Could it be that this radioactive substance naturally existed in the Divine Realm but is simply absent from the Mortal Realm? If that’s the case, why did the Creator exclude this substance when building the world?
“This is something I’ll need to consult with Doctor Marichi about…”
“There’s no guarantee that Leon will choose that particular field of study, is there? His interests might change once he attends university.”
“Ah, as for university—I’m not sending him yet.”
“Why not!”
Because it’s my decision. If you don’t like it, become Emperor yourself. When I arrogantly tilted my chin up and insisted that Marshmallow should just learn more to teach Leon, the soft, round man uttered something that would incur the wrath of heaven and earth.
“Don’t assume your monarchy will last for a thousand years!”
“Guards! Lock Marshmallow in the dungeon!”
That fool keeps spouting such disrespectful nonsense. I should throw him in solitary confinement and let him cool his head.
I quickly dispatched my imperial duties according to the manual Father left behind, then sent a message to Doctor Marichi. Simply explaining the situation and asking for consultation about radioactive substances wouldn’t be enough to get him to come, so I sweetened the deal by mentioning that if things went well, I might officially grant Leon the Marichi surname.
Thanks to becoming a deity, Doctor Marichi could traverse the dreams of Mortal Realm humans whenever he wished by expending divine power. That very night, the moment my head touched the pillow, he appeared in a flash.
Doctor Marichi had grown older, and the more established he became in academia, the busier he grew, leaving him no capacity to raise children. Even a half-descendant would be precious to him.

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“Pisha, that promise is real, right? If you break it, I’m going to find Media and request a curse?”
“If you’re so concerned, why don’t you bring Grant or Listo and have it notarized.”
“No, well, it’s not that I don’t trust you…”
Doctor Marichi cleared his throat awkwardly and now appeared in human form, having become a deity. His previous form—that shimmering Narak Continent shape—had been quite endearing and pleasant too. Watching a spirit grow into a deity in real time like this was truly moving and wonderful.
I didn’t feel this way with Edison. By the way, Edison, who was a spirit of light, had a rather disagreeable human appearance. A typical unscrupulous employer’s face? Physiognomy must be a legitimate science for a reason. Character and virtue were written plainly across his face.
“Actually, I can’t give detailed spoilers because of the spoiler confidentiality clause. But my friend who was researching spoilers…”
“You use the word ‘spoiler’ quite a lot in one sentence.”
“Well, it’s a spoiler, so what can I do about it.”
Doctor Marichi flicked my forehead, telling me to stop complaining and just listen, then cautiously told me about his friend, worried someone might overhear.
“Maria… she’s been banned from entering the Divine Realm.”
“Huh? Does your friend possess complete divine or demonic nature?”
“No! She’s definitely human-born!”
Doctor Marichi defended his friend, saying she was just a scholar who studied diligently, not a legendary figure, and then leaned in close to whisper in my ear, still glancing around nervously.
“The thing is, the spoiler… caused severe environmental pollution?”
“Huh? Environmental pollution?”
“Yes, the half-life was…”
Doctor Marichi seemed about to say more, but suddenly the dream environment darkened and I heard a sharp ‘beep!’ sound. I thought I heard Doctor Marichi scream as well.
“Gasp!”
My heart pounded violently along with the ringing sound, and I jolted awake, pounding my chest. Oh no! Tachycardia! Arrhythmia! Something’s wrong with my heart! This feels awful!
“Ugh, cough! Gasp!”
I was too breathless and disoriented to think straight when Choco appeared from somewhere, jingling a bell. It seemed she was calling the night-shift Emilys.
“Pisha, snap out of it!”
As Choco kneaded my limbs frantically and the attending Emily brought me a cup of water to sip, my racing heart finally began to settle.
“Should I call the physician?”
“No, no. I’m fine now.”
But how did you know something was wrong with me, Choco? As soon as I calmed down, I asked her this, and she responded as though it were obvious, saying something peculiar.
“Isn’t it because Ende has been in that state, and I’ve been staying in the room next to yours the whole time?”
“….”
“….”
Are you some kind of devoted hound? Why do you keep watch over your sleeping master?
I was about to find Choco repulsive, but then I realized that perhaps Father’s cessation of breath had wounded her heart, and I decided to be understanding. And truthfully, I had benefited from her presence.
“Yes, okay, I’m grateful, though it is a bit creepy.”
“That’s not my concern, is it?”
I see. Whether I find her creepy or not is none of Choco’s concern. Besides, from the beginning, you’ve always done as you pleased. The only one you ever pretended to listen to was Father.
“….”
I don’t think I’ll be able to control Choco. I need to resurrect Father quickly.
I made a firm resolve to reclaim Father, and recalled what happened when I woke from the dream. It was common for headaches to intensify or exhaustion to set in when deities visited my dreams, but my heart had never raced so violently that I thought I might die.
Was this a side effect of my communication with the divine suddenly being severed? And the loss of contact with Doctor Marichi—surely that was due to the spoiler prohibition clause? After all, I had kept saying “spoiler, spoiler” in that dream.
“To specifically ban only that person from entry….”
This substance that Shirley wanted might be more significant than I thought. How significant? Significant enough that one of the Absolute Deities despises the deity who was researching it so intensely that they’ve barred them from even setting foot in the Divine Realm?
“Will you be able to sleep alone? If you’d like, should I call Shirley now?”
“No. Shirley’s sleeping well. Don’t wake her.”
My condition is stable now. Choco will continue to stay in the next room, so it’s fine. I reassured Choco and the Emilys, and declared I would go back to sleep. After I wake up, I’ll pummel Kisomalos and ask if we can obtain the substance that falls under the spoiler prohibition clause. The Divine Realm has many items that cannot be found in the Mortal Realm.
After that, I slept soundly without waking again, and upon rising, I received a phone call. Doctor Marichi was making a fuss, saying they couldn’t sense Doctor Marichi’s divine presence at all, so I explained the spoiler prohibition clause well and soothed them by reminding them that I had promised to attach Marichi’s name to Leonhardt.
Achilles will throw a fit if he finds out, but shouldn’t I put out the most urgent fire first? Life has always been this way—patch one hole and another springs a leak, fix that and water seeps from somewhere else.
“Pisha! I’ve procured some fresh cigarettes for you today!”
After safely ending the call, I headed to Father’s room to begin the day’s routine. After Father became bedridden, Choco had insisted on something: “If Chiron can return from the Underworld on his own, it would be best to keep alcohol and cigarettes supplied so he doesn’t wake up irritable.” This was an opinion that everyone who knew Father’s circumstances agreed with, so every morning I replaced the chilled sake and red-packaged cigarettes that were directly shipped from the Factory.
Father especially loved these red-packaged filtered cigarettes, so if he could smoke one the moment he opened his eyes, he would be absolutely delighted.
Knock, knock.
Just to be safe, I knocked first before entering Father’s room. Since he’s been lying down continuously, it’s important to regularly air out the room, and it’s incredibly important to change his position and roll his body whenever possible. If I barely managed to save him only for him to die from bedsores, that would be a disaster.
“…Huh?”
I went to the bed intending to roll around with Choco and Father, but for some reason, Father wasn’t there. What’s this? Did Father actually manage to return from the Underworld on his own?
Choco went to the bed to roll Father around with her, but for some reason, Father wasn’t there. What’s going on? Did Father actually manage to escape from the Underworld on his own?

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