Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 250

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Chapter 250. Why, of All Things, Was It Pomegranate Seeds? (3)
“Pisha, the lunch box might spoil on the way, so taste it first and throw it out if it’s gone bad. Don’t eat it just because it seems wasteful and end up with an upset stomach.”
“You didn’t forget to pack the dried rations, right? Don’t just eat chocolate because it tastes better. Those calorie bars have all the daily nutrients you need.”
“You all have your water bottles, right? I’m pretty sure you’ll lose yours, so I prepared a separate one for you to wear on the side.”
Are you my mother? Croa, Shirley, and Nanakda were clinging to me, pestering me relentlessly, so I covered my ears and shouted at them to stop nagging me.
“Ugh, I can handle it myself! I’m not a child!”
“Someone the size of your palm isn’t exactly an adult.”
“Pisha, adults don’t wear their hair in buns.”
“Do you know the difference between an adult and a grown-up?”
Shut up! I don’t know! I dragged my travel bag away from the nags and ran toward where the warp stone and the massive coordinate calculator were located. When I got there, another group of nags was waiting for me.
“Pisha, are you really sure you’ll be okay alone? Can’t I just pretend to accidentally travel with you?”
“Listen to Choco. I think that would be better too.”
“Pisha, stand right there! I’ve compiled all the reinforcement spells and brought you a list!”
I’m just going to the Underworld for a bit—why is everyone so worried? It’s just a place where dead people stay, and it doesn’t seem like there’s any war happening there. Honestly, isn’t the Battlefield more dangerous?
“Laplace specifically said I had to come alone. If I break that promise and Laplace changes his mind and kicks me out of the Underworld, what then?”
“Well, that’s true, but…”
I tried to reassure Choco as much as I could and accepted the reinforcement spells Aunt was casting on me. I didn’t think I particularly needed physical enhancement magic since I was already sturdy, but the spells Aunt was casting… each one seemed oddly focused on a specific area.
“Frontal lobe activation! Memory enhancement! Cognitive enhancement!”
Does Aunt think I’m an idiot? I was about to get angry, but then I realized she was doing this out of concern for me, so I held back and asked Shirley how much longer the calculation would take.
“I could calculate it faster.”
“Still, just to be safe, I think it would be better to go at exactly 1 p.m.”
The calculation device sets the coordinates according to the time you input, right? When I gently reassured Shirley that I wasn’t doubting her abilities, she said that if that was the reason, there was nothing she could do about it, and told me to be ready for any possible falls since we’d be moving in thirty seconds.
“Ah, Princess. No, wait—Your Majesty the Emperor.”
“Huh?”
Nanakda suddenly remembered something and spoke up, so I turned around thinking he had something to say, but the man just grinned mischievously and snapped a listening device in front of me.
“The one you installed in the Golden Temple. I’ve already taken care of it all.”
“Argh! No wonder I wasn’t getting any reports!”
I was about to curse Nanakda out of frustration, but my body suddenly felt light, and I sensed the warp stone activating. My vision darkened in an instant, and I found myself plummeting endlessly downward.
“Kyaaaah! Ahhh! Aaaahhh!”
At least drop me somewhere I can land on solid ground! What am I supposed to do if you throw me into empty air like this! I probably won’t die from falling, but what about my travel bag! My lunch box!
“There now.”
I was screaming and clutching the travel bag with my lunch box when I heard someone’s voice, and my falling speed slowed. The person who caught me so effortlessly as I fell spoke to me in an incredibly beautiful voice, asking if I was hurt anywhere.
His voice alone was already handsome, but when I saw his face, his skin was so pale that his dark circles stood out a bit, yet he was stunningly beautiful in an almost holy way, with mysterious hair that shimmered like pink flames dancing in the wind.
“Kyaaaah! This is the kind of face that drives the niche fanbase crazy—I bet he has about fifty thousand obsessive fans!”
“…I’ve never heard anyone say things like that before. Well, except from Mother.”
Phew, it’s been so long since I’ve seen such an overtly gloomy-beautiful man that I can’t calm down. Actually, now that I think about it, Nanakda and Croa seemed to have that gloomy vibe when I first met them too, but as time went on, they developed a brighter energy, didn’t they? Choco just has a dark personality, but she looks fine otherwise. Shirley had that bright energy from the moment I met her. Father is brightness itself. So this type of character is rare. Dark-circle gloomy-beautiful man, how precious!
“Are you… the master of the Underworld?”
“Haha, that’s right. I’m just someone with no abilities or fame whatsoever who got stuck in the position of Underworld master through connections alone. I’m not a deity or anything. Just a person. Haha, I feel terrible toward everyone involved. This isn’t where I should be. Why do I even live?”
“Um, isn’t your self-hatred a bit too severe…?”
It was strange that the master of the Underworld was just a person, but regardless, he must have the appropriate abilities to rule the Underworld, and he did save me. I don’t sense any divine power, but he’s using some mysterious force to catch me from such a height and protect me from air pressure and temperature changes.
“Ugh…”
Now that I thought about it, this power felt similar to Kirke’s. Was this person a mage too?
“I think connections are an ability too!”
“You’ve never lived in my position!”
“No, I’m trying to comfort you—why are you getting angry?!”
When I raised my voice, the man let out a startled “Eek!” and threw me. He had the whole gloomy-handsome thing going for him, but his personality was incredibly irritating.
“You don’t understand because you’re not in my situation. My grandmother is a Creator Deity, my mother is the Demon King, my father is the King of the Underworld, and my sister is a Savior who saved the world and founded a religion—do you know what it feels like to just be Jacob, the Savior’s younger brother?”
“No.”
“Exactly. No one could possibly understand this misery.”
The ruler of the Underworld, who seemed to be named Jacob, chewed on his solitude with melancholic eyes. Given his personality, even if someone claimed to understand him, he’d probably reject them anyway. How had such a character even formed? Did he grow up unloved? Or was it the opposite—too much love?
“You came looking for someone named Chiron, right? He prefers to exist in the past rather than the present, so it’ll take a while to reach him.”
“Oh.”
The older someone was, the deeper into the Underworld they resided? Come to think of it, since new arrivals required new spaces to be created, it made more sense to expand inward rather than outward.
I dragged my travel bag along the unpaved road, complaining the whole way. The Carrier had only ever been pulled on paved roads, so I hadn’t realized that dragging it on bare earth meant it caught on rocks and bumped over uneven terrain, making my hands ache.
“You seem like a mage—can’t you teleport or summon a vehicle? Kirke does it.”
“My abilities are insufficient…”
“…”
“Someone like me shouldn’t have taken on the role of Underworld ruler…”
Could we please stop bringing that up? Honestly, he was so talkative and complaining—as if they’d give him the position if he wasn’t capable. Whatever topic I threw at Jacob, he seemed ready to spiral into self-loathing, so I decided to keep my mouth firmly shut.
After walking with my lips sealed and my legs aching, a massive river appeared just as Orpheus had described. So the Narak Underworld was closer to the Central Region style than the Southern Region style?
“Wow, there really is a river, just like I heard!”
“Ah, Grandmother mentioned that a descendant of Kisomalos was coming, so she rearranged things a bit toward the Central-Eastern style.”
“I see.”
“And the existence of a river in the afterlife is also familiar to the Southern deities.”
I see. The river, the legend about not eating food from the afterlife—even though the regions differ, there are always overlapping elements. How fascinating.
“Then there should be a ferryman too? I brought the ferry fare.”
“Oh, let me see.”
There didn’t appear to be anyone resembling a ferryman nearby, but it should be fine to take it out of my bag for now, right? Besides, it seemed unlikely that troublemakers would gather in front of the Underworld’s ruler.
“First, I’m not familiar with the currency here.”
I pulled out a gold ingot with a flourish. This thing was surprisingly heavy. It had made my bag noticeably heavier when I packed it.
“Hahahaha, do you have more?”
“Yes! Just in case gold doesn’t work.”
This time I pulled out an electric divine stone with another flourish. Jacob, the ruler of the Underworld, grabbed his stomach and started laughing.
“Ha, hahahaha!”
“…Why are you laughing?”
“Oh, it’s just—you’re exactly as I heard. Hahahaha.”
As you heard? Laplace didn’t seem like the type to talk about me. Was it Father? Did Father badmouth me again?!
“It was Father, wasn’t it! Father called me stupid again!”
“No?”
“Then who told you?”
“It’s Hisperon.”
Wait, that’s right! Unless he’s become a deity or spirit, Hisperon must still be in the Underworld, right?! Could I possibly meet him briefly on the way? Can I see Hisperon?
“Is it possible to visit Hisperon?!”
“If you go to see Hisperon, you must abandon Chiron.”
“Ugh.”
Of course things wouldn’t unfold so smoothly. The Underworld wouldn’t be the Underworld if I could meet someone just because I wanted to. If it were that easy, they wouldn’t have built it underground in the first place.

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