［Silver Wolf Favorability + 1.］
［Current: 1.
(Neutral)］
［Aha finds your clumsy acting quite amusing and has tipped you 1000 credits.
Current system account balance: 1000 credits.］
“…”
It seemed she didn’t believe a word of it, so why did the favorability increase?
Was it just because of his looks?
Stark sighed regretfully.
Fortunately, the system didn’t require Silver Wolf to acknowledge him as her father; the only difficulty lay in how to raise her favorability.
Regardless, it was time to end this awkward conversation.
He took off his coat, wrapped it around the little Wolf Cub, and squinted, gazing “affectionately” at the remarkably calm brat…
She didn’t say a word; she was difficult to deal with.
How could he win over this kid?
Yet, beneath her hood, Silver Wolf’s face flushed slightly, and her petite body squirmed in struggle.
How long was he going to hold her?
She had never looked into anyone’s eyes like this before, and wouldn’t anyone feel embarrassed being held and stared at like this?
Could this guy be some kind of perverted lolicon…?
［Silver Wolf Favorability + 1.］
［Current: 2.］
“What exactly do you want?
I…
I’m sick, I’m not clean, I don’t taste good…”
Her voice remained very, very soft—she was a bit socially anxious.
Or perhaps, it wasn’t Silver Wolf’s problem.
If someone were maliciously beating or scolding her, she could at least resist, but this man just held her close, not minding that she was dirty or smelly.
What kind of strange fetish was this!
Stark realized the key point: why was her favorability increasing even while she said resistant things?
So she was a tsundere.
Was she testing him?
After all, she was still in her guarded cub stage.
He smiled genuinely, petting Silver Wolf’s dirty little face and wiping it with his own clean, damp clothes.
Who could resist the temptation of raising a Bronie?
“No, Silver Wolf, you really are a sweet, soft little cupcake.
Please leave your life in my hands from now on.”
“…”
No, what exactly was this man saying…
He really was a pervert!
Silver Wolf wore an expression of near collapse.
Even though Punklorde was full of weirdos, Stark was the most outrageous person she had ever met in her life.
Yet, his eyes were as clear as a fool’s.
He lacked the colored glasses typical of Punklorde people.
Was she really going to be taken away by this man?
Was she going to spend the rest of her life living with him?
If he insisted.
As a level 0, she had no room to resist…
Also, Silver Wolf—was that her name?
It was pretty cool, but it sounded more like a code name commonly used by Punklorde people, didn’t it?
“Enough, stop rubbing…
If you really are my father, can you listen to me?”
“Mm, go ahead, Wolfie.”
Silver Wolf blushed instantly.
This newborn Wolf Cub had never been called ‘treasure’ or ‘baby’ by anyone.
It was so strange; she couldn’t explain it, but the feeling was all wrong.
Her face was burning, and her heart was pounding.
“My name is Silver Wolf?”
“Mm…”
“Then what about you?”
“Stark.”
Huh?
Silver Wolf tilted her head cutely, wearing a confused expression.
He was definitely a liar; they didn’t even share a surname.
But why would a liar expose himself?
“Why aren’t you called Yinsheng?”
“That makes sense.
Why aren’t I called Yinsheng?
Wait, no, why are you being so rebellious?
From today on, your name is Yun Wolf, got it?”
Stark held Silver Wolf’s little hand and breathed warm air onto it.
After cleaning her up, her little face was truly addictive to look at.
“…”
Silver Wolf was silent, clearly dissatisfied with this name.
It didn’t sound as pleasant as Silver Wolf, and it sounded like the name of a very stubborn little boy.
Moreover, she always felt that Stark wasn’t very reliable.
For some reason, he also felt like someone who was easy to talk to…
“It’s decided then, Wolfie.”
“No…”
She tilted her head and snorted softly in protest, yet she still felt happy about the name, as if it were destined to be her title.
In reality, she was secretly observing Stark’s expression from the corner of her eye.
Human cubs were always like this, testing the bottom line of adults, but for Silver Wolf, this was the rule of survival.
Those who couldn’t read the room and observe danger.
Would be swallowed up by this decaying Punklorde much faster.
But what kind of expression could Stark possibly show?
He had a mischievous grin on his face.
His Wolfie was so cute—that little snort had snorted its way right into his heart.
He really wanted to hold her in his arms…
He coaxed her patiently.
“Agree to call me Dad, and Dad will give you something good.”
“Hmph, stop calling yourself Dad…
You don’t look like you’re that age.”
“I just look young.
Of course, if you want to call me Big Brother normally, that’s no problem, I’m fine with that.”
Not even pretending anymore, huh?
How clumsy!
Silver Wolf observed Stark’s expression, and her tense heart quietly relaxed, especially when she looked at his silver hair and their matching eyes.
She couldn’t help but think…
Perhaps, they really were family?
There was no orphan who didn’t long for a warm home.
Even the future Wolf Lord, at this, her youngest moment, was still fantasizing about it…
“Oh, Stark, so what do you want to give me?”
“Want to know?
How about you call me that?”
Facing his mystification.
Silver Wolf didn’t give him any face; she turned her head away again, testing him.
The corners of her mouth curled into a smile—it was the first time someone had begged her for something.
“I don’t want to know anymore…”
“Sigh, why is this temper so rebellious from such a young age?
Fine, fine, I give up.
After all, it belonged to you in the first place, but Wolfie, I went through hell and high water to find this thing for you, traveling across two worlds—there’s only one in the entire galaxy.”
Stark smiled and took out the colorful game cartridge blessed by Aha, handing it to Silver Wolf.
That’s right…
Once it was in his hands, it became entirely his merit.
Thanks to Aha for the strong support and selfless contribution.
“This is a game cartridge that can upgrade you to become the number one person below the Aeons.
Punklorde is very unfair, right?
Use it to do whatever you want to do.”
“Anything…
is fine.”
As his words fell, Silver Wolf’s fingertips touched the game cartridge, and a colorful pop-up window sprang out.
［Would you like to play a game?］
［Yes/No］
Silver Wolf seemed stunned by this scene.
Could that level, which had always troubled her and shackled everyone, really be broken just like this?
She looked at Stark, and Stark nodded at her.
“What does your nodding mean…
what is written on it?”
“???”
“You can’t read it?”
“Should I be able to read it?”