The Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial - Chapter 254

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Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial! Episode 254

“Where are you going?”

Han Gru sniffled and looked up at The Man.

In his vision, blurred by tears welling up, he could see the familiar face of The Man.

“Sniff!”

It was his father’s face that he had longed to see all this time.

His eyes instantly turned red and his nose tingled. Soon tears fell like pattering rain, making The Child’s face wet.

“I’m going to find Mepi, sniff, but… it’s raining… sniff!”

Han Gru swallowed and wiped his face.

Sheyer bent down with an unknowing expression and met his eyes.

“If you’re talking about Mephisto, I’ll make you another one.”

“Sniff! But if you make a new one, that won’t be Mepi… There’s only one Mepi.”

“The appearance and behavior will be the same.”

“Even so…”

“Why?”

It was a difficult question.

If someone had the same appearance and behavior as his father, why wouldn’t he be the same person as his father?

Han Gru fidgeted and spoke uncertainly.

“Just… because there’s only one heart…”

Han Gru gripped his clothes tightly and hung his head low.

Tears were pouring out so much that he couldn’t lift his face.

Words he couldn’t bring himself to say lingered in his mouth, not knowing how Sheyer would react.

So please give Han Gru back his one and only father…

Looking down at Han Gru who was sniffling with tears and snot, Sheyer replied as if quite intrigued.

“You say similar things to Mephisto.”

“Sniff… Mepi?”

Han Gru’s eyes widened as tears continued to fall.

“That’s right. Long ago.”

Sheyer looked into the distance as if recalling old times, then extended his hand.

“If you say so, let’s go find Mephisto.”

“…?”

Han Gru blinked with a dazed expression.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Han Gru hesitated whether to take Sheyer’s hand or not, then muttered as if blurting it out.

“If Han Gru finds Mepi, I’m going to drive Uncle out of my father.”

He was about to say ‘so you and I are enemies,’ but Sheyer spoke with a truly puzzled expression.

“You? Can you do that?”

“I, I can do it! If I use Knead Knead in Yolaeng…!”

“Ah, like this?”

Sheyer grabbed Veilak by the scruff of his neck and lifted him up.

The ugly hamster’s face, dangling in the air, was bright red with shame.

Han Gru glanced at Veilak and said dejectedly.

“Rather than that… something a bit prettier…”

“…!”

Veilak, who had been put back in the basket, opened his mouth with an expression as if he’d been hit on the head.

‘That kid actually has the aesthetic sense to think I’m ugly?’

While Veilak was shocked by this new revelation, the child obediently took Sheyer’s hand and pulled the bicycle with his other hand.

Then Sheyer grabbed and lifted the bicycle with his other hand.

As the basket was about to tip over, Veilak and Lucifer quickly climbed onto Han Gru’s shoulders.

Sheyer looked at Han Gru’s small hand.

“Is this what you call satisfaction?”

“Mm. My heart gets warm like it’s being cooked through, and it feels like earthworms are tickling inside my chest.”

Sheyer placed his hand on his chest. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

“I see.”

“Then that’s right. Sniff!”

“Indeed. This is also good.”

He spoke like a scholar who had become somewhat excited. He also seemed like a boy going on his first outing.

Then, just like On Jurim had done, he lifted Han Gru up and wiped away his tears.

Strangely, the rain seemed to avoid falling around them.

People also seemed to completely fail to notice them, walking around them in a circle.

Han Gru looked around curiously, then sniffled and said in a stuffy voice.

“Uncle should go to kindergarten. There are lots of things you don’t know.”

“You mean the educational institution you attend?”

“Yeah. If there are things you don’t know, you have to learn. The teacher says it’s not shameful for adults not to know things.”

Sheyer nodded seriously.

“If I should go, then it would be best to go.”

“…!”

Han Gru looked quite shocked.

Sheyer was the first adult to willingly agree to go to kindergarten.

‘…A good person?’

But he took daddy away?

While Han Gru was confused, Sheyer opened his mouth.

“The last child I created was just like you.”

“Last?”

“I’m talking about Mephisto.”

The supreme god and emperor who had awakened in the snowy field created many loyal children.

The children made mountains, split the earth, filled the sky, and brought forth water and fire.

In the meantime, various forms of life were born and perished repeatedly, but they never once stirred any emotion in Sheyer.

To him, everything except the snowy field was like mere clumps of dust that would soon crumble away.

While he thought this way and turned his gaze away, the negative emotions created by these lives materialized in the form of ‘contamination.’

The contamination polluted the land.

And finally, it even threatened his snowy field.

It was undesirable for mere dust to threaten his snowy field.

The reason he created his last child was to rebirth the snowy field to its primordial state.

Sheyer specially infused his own power to create a successor.

He didn’t give him a name. After all, no life would remain to call him by it.

However, the child peered into other worlds, admired them, and gave himself a name.

“Please call me Mephisto. Father.”

Perhaps that moment when he bashfully called him father for the first time was the beginning.

The child, who was more vulnerable to emotional contamination than any other children, one day plunged a blade into his chest.

“A god who cannot understand all things and cannot watch over them is nothing but a calamity.”

The child was crying.

The Emperor did not die, but he was reduced to one who returned to the primordial snowy field to quietly observe.

Even during this, the world he created continued to creak along.

Until Sheyer’s second child built the Tower.

Before he could purify his own world, the Tower ended the world stained with contamination.

Even that, Sheyer watched with indifference.

He had never placed meaning in anything until now.

Sheyer looked at his left hand.

As he synchronized with the consciousness of a mere clump of dust, the wall that had firmly surrounded him crumbled.

The affection that On Jurim began to feel assimilated with him, gradually seeping in like clothes getting wet in drizzle, contaminating him.

Perhaps that was why.

“I simply wished for you not to be dangerous.”

“…But Daddy isn’t dangerous.”

“But you were emotional. In my world, emotions cloud reason, make one choose wrongly, and were dangerous things that threatened my position.”

He spoke as if reminiscing.

Thinking about it now, perhaps he simply wanted to protect his supreme position.

So he just wanted to blow away those mere clumps of dust.

Without properly understanding what thoughts and emotions were contained in each of those dust clumps.

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At that moment, Mephisto hid himself in one corner of the pure white snowy field.

After being captured by Dominic, Mephisto hastily created a dungeon and hid inside.

It would be incredibly difficult to find a white baby bird that had hidden in the snow across the vast snowy field covered in layers of snow.

‘So it’s okay.’

Even while thinking this, he seemed to keep hearing Carmirak’s growling sounds from somewhere.

Mephisto was still too young and weak to face an SSS-rank Blood Clan member.

The baby bird sniffled, drawing in tears and snot.

‘How long can I keep hiding?’

Mephisto’s dejected shoulders drooped down.

What Mephisto feared now wasn’t just Carmirak.

It was because frightening thoughts kept coming to mind.

In a snowy field just like this place, a scene of himself in human form holding a sword kept flashing through his mind like an inserted flashback.

The baby bird squeezed his eyes shut to avoid remembering as much as possible, but in his mind he could already see the sword gripped in small hands.

Someone’s blood dripped down onto the transparent sword blade that seemed made from ice fragments.

He unconsciously recognized the owner of that blood.

‘Father.’

This was the memory of when Mephisto had pointed his sword at Father.

The moment he realized this, thud, a sword fell onto the snowy field.

Feather-white hair scattered like snow in the wind that carried a chilling coldness.

The area around his eyes grew so hot it was unbearable, and The Child was crying sorrowfully.

The memory of when Mephisto had stabbed Father leaked out flickering like flashing lights. The baby bird cradled his chest that felt ready to burst with his wings.

‘Unfilial child.’

That’s what Veilak had said.

He felt like he finally understood his words that had been incomprehensible until now.

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