Ch.411406 – The Filial Daughter of Fire Attribute

Karma and justice, as they say.

The karma of 17-year-old Cheon Byong-ho, who lived with a “world, come at me” mindset, was transferred to 57-year-old Cheon Kyu-jin forty years later.

BANG BANG BANG BANG-!

“Open the door, Cheon Saet-byeol! I’m giving you five seconds, hurry up.”

“No! If I open it, you’ll hit me!”

His 20s spent burning the candle at both ends, his 30s completely lost, his 40s obsessively devoted to work.

And the word that summarized Cheon Kyu-jin in his 50s was ‘desolation.’

Fellow professors, graduate students—everyone just maintained superficial conversations from their socially designated positions, with no genuine human connections.

When he returned home and opened the front door,

Cheon Kyu-jin couldn’t hate the dark shadows cast on the floor more.

No matter how high he turned up the heater, it could never replace human warmth.

“You made me lose an entire page because of you. Do you have any idea how long it takes to redraw that circuit from scratch?”

“Why blame me? You should have saved your work properly!”

Day after day, mechanically consuming nutrients and repeating the commute—this hamster-wheel life had worn him out.

He deeply related to the saying that he was living because he couldn’t die.

But after meeting NoName, Cheon Kyu-jin’s life changed 180 degrees.

He now had a child who greeted him brightly when he came home.

Meaningless daily routines gained significance because of her.

After Cheon Saet-byeol joined as a family member, the house began to feel alive.

“Open it!”

“No!”

It’s hard to believe this house used to be as quiet as a graveyard.

The sharp noise created by the girls was ringing in his ears right now.

He prided himself on having two bundles of happiness beyond what he deserved, yet somehow Cheon Kyu-jin felt a throbbing headache.

CRACK-!

Saet-byeol’s doorknob broke, and NoName’s body was thrown backward.

NoName, who had landed on her bottom, narrowed her eyes fiercely like a tiger.

Professor Cheon, who had been watching the quarrel from the living room, finally squeezed his eyes shut.

The firmly closed door creaked open.

Through the gap, Saet-byeol poked her head out with a dumbfounded expression.

“How did you break through a magic-treated door? This isn’t fair…!”

“You stay right there.”

“Ahaha… KYAAAAH! Save me, Cheon Saet-byeol! Father!”

NoName ran at full speed through the not-so-spacious house.

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP-

Though no one lived in the apartment below, the vibration was strong enough to bring complaints from neighbors on both sides and above.

Doors without locks were useless against NoName.

The sound of falling objects, breaking glass, and squealing formed a trio of chaos.

Unable to tolerate any more mayhem, Professor Cheon summoned his daughters with a solemn voice.

“Cheon Saet-byeol, NoName. Stop fighting and come here.”

Eventually, NoName came out dragging Saet-byeol by the neck.

Cheon Kyu-jin’s headache worsened.

“NoName, what’s that on your face…?”

Professor Cheon asked about the doodles on NoName’s face.

Three black lines were drawn on each cheek, resembling cat whiskers.

On her forehead, the Korean characters for “Demon Lord” were written in a very neat handwriting.

“While I was sleeping from exhaustion, Cheon Saet-byeol drew on my face.”

NoName puffed her cheeks in complaint.

“So Dad, please don’t let her into my room anymore.”

“You could have easily erased that with magic, sis. Was it really necessary to chase me down and destroy my doorknob?”

“You unplugged my computer and made me lose a whole page of my thesis.”

“I told you that wasn’t intentional. I just wanted to use the hair straightener in your room. And I already apologized!”

“If apologies could solve everything, why do we have laws and fists?”

“Both of you, stop!”

“Hic.”

“…”

This wasn’t the first time this had happened.

As the two girls spent more time together, their bickering had doubled in frequency.

NoName and Saet-byeol knelt down and raised their hands high, as if by habit.

“Ow ow…”

Meanwhile, Professor Cheon was picking up the doorknob debris scattered across the living room floor.

He put down what ‘used to be a doorknob’ and stood in front of the girls.

Then he suddenly made a deep bow.

“Dad!”

“Father!”

“I’m truly sorry. Do I really need to beg this formally for you two to stop fighting?”

“We’re sorry…”

After the commotion settled, Professor Cheon stepped in to mediate.

“Saet-byeol. Why are you so desperate to bother NoName lately? You know she finds it annoying.”

“I just want to spend more time with her… I’m sorry. I won’t play pranks anymore.”

“And NoName. No matter how angry you get, is it right to resort to violence first? Didn’t I always tell you to resolve things with words?”

“You did.”

“Then what’s this about?”

“I have no excuse. I’m sorry.”

The childcare labor that came in his late 50s added more wrinkles to Professor Cheon’s forehead.

But that didn’t mean he missed his previous life at all.

Still, Professor Cheon sometimes—just sometimes—wished for peaceful and quiet moments.

The father of the two girls clasped his hands behind his back and walked dejectedly toward his study.

* * *

[Cast: Clean]

Since I revealed my past life, Saet-byeol has become more uninhibited with her pranks.

I nestled comfortably in Saet-byeol’s arms and started writing my thesis on the laptop.

It was an appropriate compromise, along with her promise not to play any more pranks on me today.

In return, Saet-byeol only played with my hair or occasionally fiddled with my ears, not crossing any further lines.

Fiddle fiddle-

“Sis, I think Father is really angry.”

“Yeah.”

“Shouldn’t we do something for him? I have a good idea—”

“Let me finish this first.”

“Wow, sis, you’re such a fire-attribute filial daughter. Amazing you can focus on your thesis at a time like this.”

Who caused this mess in the first place?

I was about to smack Saet-byeol’s annoying thigh, but remembering Dad’s admonition, I stopped just in time.

Tap-

My lost hand ended up just lightly touching the thigh flesh protruding from her dolphin shorts.

“Huh?”

“By the way, Saet-byeol. I’m curious about something.”

“Yeah?”

“Aren’t you afraid of me?”

Since recalling my past life wasn’t particularly pleasant,

I hadn’t explained in detail what kind of life I had lived.

I just mentioned major events like being persecuted by the imperial family, being falsely accused of treason, exile, disasters, and wars—all while half-asleep.

Today she seemed fixated on the “Demon Lord” theme and was teasing me enthusiastically.

No answer came.

‘I guess deep down she does find me intimidating… That would be natural.’

Maybe she was trying to get along with me by playing pranks.

I looked up to check her expression.

“Pffft…!”

“Huh?”

Cheon Saet-byeol was puffing her cheeks to their limit, desperately trying to hold back laughter.

“HAHAHAHAHA! Ow, my stomach hurts from laughing! Hahaha! Sis, you’re really trying to kill me with laughter!”

“You’re spitting… Wait, this is actually offensive?”

“Think about your log-shaped figure, sis. I guarantee no one would be scared of you.”

“What do you mean no one? Everyone at school must be pointing fingers at me after seeing that video.”

“Well, yes, but public opinion isn’t as bad as you think. Don’t worry too much!”

Saet-byeol smiled brightly.

Maybe now that the mood had lightened, I should bring it up.

I carefully interlocked both my hands with Saet-byeol’s and said:

“I killed people.”

The smile instantly vanished from Saet-byeol’s face.

“In my past life, I killed people. Not just one, but many. Most of them probably had families to return to. Parents, wives, children…”

“I don’t care. If we’re talking about peo— I’ve killed people too.”

“Those were NPCs in a game world. Real people don’t turn into light or dust when stabbed.”

“So what if it’s many people.”

“It’s not just ‘many.'”

“Is it a hundred?”

“More than a hundred.”

“A thousand?”

“Probably… more than that.”

We were both silent for a while.

Saet-byeol suddenly squeezed our interlocked hands tightly.

She asked with a face that looked like she might burst into tears at any moment:

“Was there even one person among them who didn’t try to kill you…?”

For some reason, her painfully uttered sentence was filled with sorrow.

I shook my head.

“Not a single one. Yeah. That’s right…”

“Sniff. See! I told you my sis NoName isn’t that kind of person! Stop scaring me like that. Hic…!”

“Are you crying? Why?”

I genuinely didn’t know why, so I asked.

“I don’t know! You keep bringing up serious stuff and ruining the mood!”

This emotionally sensitive cat kept sniffling and wiping her flowing tears on my sleeve.

What a strange child.

Still, thanks to her, a warm sense of relief filled my heart.

I closed the laptop and excitedly waved both hands like an excited child.

“Now let’s discuss how to cheer up our dad.”

* * *

In stark contrast to my bold declaration, I had very little confidence in Cheon Saet-byeol’s plan.

“I don’t know how to dance. Can I back out now?”

“Tsk! You can dance the Sylphid or whatever just fine, but you’re saying you can’t do this? Shut up and follow me.”

Cheon Saet-byeol had somehow procured polka-dot baggy pants.

The ridiculous outfit was already embarrassing enough, but she also wanted me to wear bizarre glasses.

“Here sis, choose between nuclear-insider 2D pixel sunglasses and nuclear-insider alien glasses.”

Both are too weird. Why do “nuclear insiders” buy these things? No, why do they even sell them?

I couldn’t understand either the consumers or the suppliers.

“2D pixel—”

“Okay, you’re wearing the green alien glasses! Wow, they suit your rebellious look perfectly! Pull the pants waist all the way up. Got your money gun? Let’s go!”

[Vtube Playlist: Funkytown]

We entered the study playing a song released before Dad was even born.

According to Saet-byeol, this song was popular worldwide even in the 2020s.

Dad was startled by our appearance.

This was humiliation of the highest order.

“Remember to shoot the money gun when the second verse starts after the instrumental break, okay?”

“He can hear you…!”

“Who cares, hehe.”

Professor Cheon pulled his chair forward and even put on his glasses.

“Wow, kids, what’s this?”

He seemed to have a general idea of what we were about to do.

Every time I felt his gaze, waves of embarrassment washed over me.

I shook my neck and prepared to dance to the disco funk beat.

[Bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam~]

The dance consisted entirely of shaking hands and moving hips from side to side.

Even the simplest sword form of the Imperial Palace Swordsmanship would be more difficult than this.

By the time the first verse passed, my face was about to explode from embarrassment.

[Bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam~]

After what seemed like an endless instrumental break, the second verse returned.

As promised with Saet-byeol, we sprayed bundles of 50,000 won and 100,000 won bills on both sides of Professor Cheon.

“Woohoo! Money, money! Father, we love you so much!”

“Dad, love… you.”

“Sis, Father can’t hear you well!”

“Dad, I love you!”

Why are words of love so embarrassing?

That’s something I couldn’t understand even after multiple lifetimes.

When the song ended, Dad stroked our heads with a broad smile.

“I love you both very much too. And NoName, I’m sorry for scolding you earlier.”

“No, it’s fine. I was clearly in the wrong.”

“No, I was more wrong. Drawing on our NoName’s face while she was sound asleep.”

“Yes… What? That was Cheon Saet-byeol…”

I turned my head toward Saet-byeol.

She vigorously shook her head, denying that she did it.

For reference, Cheon Saet-byeol has terrible handwriting.

‘Could it be that neat and tidy handwriting was…?’

Professor Cheon’s final words drove the point home:

“But since Dad already apologized to NoName early on, will you forgive me?”

[I’m truly sorry. Do I really need to beg this formally for you two to stop fighting?]

As the two scenes overlapped, I felt intensely betrayed.

When he bowed to us, he was sincerely apologizing to me.

Then is this event also something he planned with Cheon Saet-byeol?

The two humans giggled and pointed to a camera they had secretly hidden in the bookshelf.

“Our sis NoName says her dream is to be a Demon Lord! A Demon Lord!”

“It’s good to dream big. Dad will always support you, NoName.”

Cheon Saet-byeol shouting mockingly, and Dad with his lips curled up in a smile.

Not Dad. I’ve demoted him back to Professor Cheon.

“Professor Cheon Kyu-jin, thank you for raising me all this time.”

I fled to the bathroom without looking back.

“NoName! No, NoName!”

Still… I should tell him I love him more often from now on.

Because the echo of the word “love” still lingered gently on the tip of my lips.