Silver Wolf felt dizzy.
Eh?
How did she end up in this scoundrel’s arms again?
And how did it turn into being fed?
No, wait…
Why has she started using baby talk?
The man’s eyes were filled with anticipation, and she couldn’t refuse…
Just this once, she would respond to him.
A-woo…
She opened her mouth, tears like stardust at the corners of her eyes—perhaps out of shyness, or perhaps just because she was eating a hot meal.
Either way…
One drop fell, and then they just couldn’t stop flowing.
Plop, it landed on the back of Stark’s hand.
Silver Wolf stiffened.
She sniffled, but the man didn’t say anything else, just rubbed Silver Wolf’s head.
Little cub…
Can’t I handle you with this?
For a little girl of this age, Stark had his own methods.
He might not be a good father, but he was definitely a good big brother.
“Is it good?”
“Mhm…”
“Then…
can you call me Daddy?”
“…”
Silver Wolf chose silence, stubbornly turning her head away.
The Wolf Lord would not give in just like that; it was just a meal, after all.
It seems the revolution has yet to succeed, and the comrade still needs to work hard.
Stark sighed regretfully.
“If you don’t call me that, I won’t make it for you next time…”
“QAQ!”
Silver Wolf shivered, her fingers quietly clenching.
Her face quickly turned bright red as she struggled with what to choose.
Of course, she wouldn’t accept Stark so easily.
But then again, the food smelled so good.
One has to bow their head when under someone else’s roof.
The humiliation suffered today would all be reclaimed tomorrow…
Daddy…
No, that’s too disgusting to say out loud.
“Pfft, I’m teasing you.
Call me that when you feel like it.”
“Let’s go, kiddo.
Let’s go down and take a look at the little room your mother left for us.
Downstairs is an Arcade.
The bad news is, it’s very noisy.”
“…”
Silver Wolf lowered her head.
She didn’t care about the noise, but Stark, someone used to “wealth,” probably wouldn’t like it, right?
It was all for her…
But there was no disappointment on Stark’s face as she had imagined.
He lifted Silver Wolf’s chin, his smile bright, just like the sun at eight or nine in the morning.
It was too dazzling.
“Don’t be so gloomy.”
“The good news is, we can play for as long as we want.
Anyway, your stepmother won’t care!”
［Nihilux is extremely dissatisfied with you calling her a stepmother in front of the Wolf Cub, but she is very satisfied with the sweet parent-child daily life you provided and has incorporated it into her comic, “Chronicles of the Punklorde Wolf Lord.”］
［Note: The protagonists of this comic are Silver Wolf and Nihilux; the host is a minor sidekick.］
“…” Visit g.com for the full chapter.
Stark maintained a gentle smile.
Did she pay a copyright fee?
Just stealing it, and even ugly-ifying his image—she truly deserves to be the all-powerful teacher “Blurry QR Code.”
Now that the enemy is strong and he is weak…
He’ll just have to endure it for now and plan slowly.
But this perverted prankster is actually voyeuristically watching him?
Does she have any sense of public morality?
“Stark, what’s wrong?”
Silver Wolf noticed something slightly amiss.
Stark shook his head, signaling that nothing had happened, but a young girl of this age is the most sensitive.
She had a lot on her mind.
She couldn’t help but think: although Stark was smiling happily, who knew if he was actually very sad deep down because the woman he loved most wasn’t with him?
And she even made him sleep in the basement…
How miserable.
She often heard thugs on the street talking about how their wives at home were like tigresses.
Stark…
really had it tough.
“Stark, are we sleeping together?”
“Mhm.”
“Is she disgusted by you…”
After all, even with no common sense, one should know that parents sleep together—at least, that was how it was in Silver Wolf’s imagination.
“…”
Stark’s smile stiffened.
Why was this girl so ill-mannered?
Is that how your parents taught you?
Bringing up sore subjects…
what did she mean by disgusted by him…
Things weren’t like that!
“You’re still young, you don’t understand.
Besides, you need someone to take care of you.
Matters of the heart aren’t as simple as you think.”
“So, is it really because of me?”
“It’s not that, don’t overthink it!”
“Oh, then it’s because of yourself?
Umm…
don’t be discouraged, I’ll help you.”
Silver Wolf sighed with a hint of regret and patted Stark’s hand to comfort him.
Although you’ve lost your lover…
But you still have me.
I can completely replace her as your pillar of support and enjoy your care in her stead, can’t I?
That was mostly what she wanted to express.
The corners of her mouth inexplicably turned up by two pixels.
Just at this moment, the mischievous Aha game cartridge system panel popped up again, though it was only visible to Silver Wolf.
［Congratulations (*^_^*) ］
［You’ve discovered the key point: are your parents’ relationship at odds?
Is it a distortion of human nature, or a loss of morality?
The large-scale serial drama “The Wolf Lord Family” is currently airing.］
［Triggered long-term mission: A Loving Family.］
［Guilty Dad, Tsundere Mom, and you with the cheat code.
A true Wolf Lord should be able to properly handle family relationships.
Please quietly investigate the past between her and him to improve your parents’ relationship.］
［1.
Interlocked fingers (Reward: Level +5)］
［2.
True Co-sleeping (Reward: Mecha Transformer · Planetary Grade)］
［3.
I have a little sister (Reward: Emanator of Elation * 1)］
［PS: This mission cannot be revealed to your parents.］
“…”
There was no time to think about why this game cartridge was so abstract. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Or rather…
Having met an abstract father and stepmother in one day, Silver Wolf had mostly adapted to this rhythm, but her little head still couldn’t accept so much information at once.
It was too unreal.
What on earth is an Emanator of Elation?
Is it the one she thinks it is…
the legendary existence stronger than Lv99?
Does that mean this game cartridge was made by an Aeon?
Is it real or fake!?
Even if she was being scammed, she’d accept it.
It wasn’t a loss anyway.
Her little heart was pounding.
She couldn’t help but look at Stark’s face.
That undeniably handsome face now seemed to have turned into a treasure chest…
Opening it would grant huge rewards!
Silver Wolf suddenly felt her throat go dry.
Dad, dear Dad, when are you going to sleep with Mom?
You have to work hard!
“What’s wrong, Wolfie.”
Stark raised an eyebrow.
He actually saw a hint of eagerness on his daughter’s face.
What is this little girl thinking about in her little head?
Is she mocking him because his “wife” ignores him?
“It’s nothing.
I won’t hinder you from pursuing her.
You need to work hard.”
“I know, I know.
You’re the…
wait, I’m the Dad here.
You don’t need to worry about her affairs.”
Silver Wolf opened her mouth, really wanting to try a little harder, but forgive this young cub—it was very hard for her to imagine how to teach a man to pursue a woman.
No one had ever taught her, either.
She lowered her head regretfully and held Stark’s hand as they came to the Arcade converted from the basement.
A few people were sitting loosely in front of the game machines.
Thinking the beautiful proprietress had come down, they all turned their gazes over, but the result left them deeply disappointed.
［Lv1: Silver Wolf.］
A group of half-grown thugs gathered together and laughed nastily, muttering almost subconsciously.
“Where did this little piece of trash come from…”
Silver Wolf subconsciously shuddered.
Clearly, she already had a game cartridge and was washed clean, so why was she still…
［Detected that the Wolf Lord is angry!］
［An emperor must not have a timid heart.
Go up and take them down!］
［No target, just go for it.］
［Mission: Newbie Tutorial］
［Reward: Lv+1, Basic Combat Skills.］
The hint of cowardice in Silver Wolf’s heart was replaced by the confidence given by the game cartridge.
What was there to be afraid of?
Hadn’t she been bullied enough?
Not even daring to resist a few ordinary people…
How is that possible?
With a fierce weapon in hand, the desire to kill arises naturally.
The path to becoming a Lord is right beneath her feet!
She took a deep breath, almost without hesitation, and stepped forward.
But someone was still one step faster than her.
“You motherf***ers, a bunch of little brats, pieces of trash, raised by mothers but without upbringing, can’t say anything decent, what are you yapping about over there?”
“Get over here!”