While speaking, she subconsciously stomped her feet.
Stark, standing at the doorway, was dumbfounded.
He had been very polite, hadn’t he?
Are children so gender-conscious nowadays?
Sigh…
She wasn’t this shy when he hugged her just a moment ago.
Huh, strange.
Why did the system reward him with Basic Machina Knowledge (Auto-Mastery)?
Is Wolf Cub so diligent?
She’s even busy completing tasks while taking a bath.
She is teachable.
The corners of his mouth curled up as he pondered whether he could go to the nearby scrap heap to scavenge some waste materials discarded by the upper levels to assemble some gadgets.
He could sell them to improve their living conditions.
After all, since he chose to be Silver Wolf’s father, the system seemed to default to him being a stay-at-home dad.
Apart from Favorability, it hadn’t actively issued him any tasks.
Stark lay on the sofa, lost in thought, feeling the melancholy of having just transmigrated.
Transmigration wasn’t fun at all; he was in an unfamiliar place.
He had originally been a tough young man suffering from a terminal illness.
Before he died, his five or six-year-old sister had cried her eyes out by his hospital bed, begging him not to die…
His parents asked him for his final wish.
He smiled and said, “I need to top up another 648.
Don’t forget the Ranger dream, man!”
Father: “Be serious.”
“Alright, remember at the funeral, wish everyone good morning, good afternoon, and good evening.”
As soon as the words fell, he kicked the bucket.
And then he ended up here in Punklorde, with a body he had crafted himself, and he even met Wolf Cub…
“Stark?
I’m done washing.”
A familiar voice, tinged with a hint of trembling nervousness, rang out.
The corners of his mouth, which had been straight, curled up involuntarily.
He turned his head and spoke before even seeing her.
“Wolfie~”
“Hiss, as expected of my daughter, a natural beauty.”
Silver Wolf stood quietly at the bathroom door, one hand leaning against the wall.
Her hair was soaking wet, and beads of water dripped down in strings, dampening her shoulders.
She was blushing, feeling a bit shy.
Stark hadn’t even turned his head or looked at her, yet he started complimenting her.
It was completely insincere, but it was really strange.
Why did the corners of her mouth want to curl up…
It was as if two voices suddenly emerged in her mind.
Wolf Lord: “Don’t be so easily bought off by a single sentence.
You are the future Wolf Lord.”
Little Wolf: “But so what if you’re the Wolf Lord?
He is Dad, and he also gave us the game cartridge.
Admit it, you want to hear him compliment you.”
“Shut up, both of you!!”
Wolf Cub was in the midst of an internal battle and didn’t speak.
Stark assumed the little girl was shy.
Since his daughter wouldn’t take the initiative, he had to be the one to do it.
He walked over.
A fast-food restaurant uniform.
A casual white shirt and shorts.
The loose shirt instantly covered her petite, thin frame, slipping slightly off her fair shoulder.
She tilted her head, her face flushed, looking very endearing.
What a top-tier little cupcake!
Who wouldn’t want to give her a kiss?
Unfortunately, Stark was afraid that if he kissed her now, the child would lose at least 10 Favorability.
“Why aren’t you drying your hair?
Come here, I’ll help you.”
“Where is she…”
Silver Wolf was asking about Nihilux; her words remained sparse.
“She has things to take care of.”
“Aren’t you with her?”
“What are you muttering about?
Come here!”
Stark could lift Silver Wolf up with one hand.
He sat her on the sofa between his legs and wiped her hair with a towel.
As for resistance, this girl seemed unable to resist such “Dad-titude” behavior…
She kept her body tense, her head lowered, fingers fidgeting.
She was very obedient.
However, as the hair dryer turned on, warm air blew from behind, and her furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
Silver Wolf also leaned into Stark’s embrace.
“Feels good, right?
My technique is top-notch.”
“…”
Silver Wolf didn’t speak, only pondering whether he had dried many other girls’ hair.
After all, when Nihilux asked earlier, she had asked whose child it was; it seemed there were indeed many.
But did that matter?
Drying her hair really felt very comfortable.
It was warm, and she was getting a bit sleepy.
She wanted to just curl up in Stark’s arms and have a lovely nap.
No…
This man really knew how to deceive.
She almost fell into a trap without realizing it.
She wouldn’t give in so easily!
No one knew what Wolf Cub was struggling with…
Stark just enjoyed the process.
The little thing was so cute.
He also pondered their next itinerary; as for tasks, it depended on what Aha wanted to do.
Sweep the Arcade?
Dominate Scrap Mountain?
Or, just like what Silver Wolf would have done, eliminate all class gaps and hack directly into the Hacker Guild’s database.
Make everyone in Punklorde equal!
But these were things for the future.
In the original timeline, Wolf Cub was someone who didn’t care much about herself, instead always treating herself as a gamer.
When she started playing games, she wouldn’t even eat.
Stark believed it was necessary to correct this.
He had to teach this girl, who seemed to know nothing, how to live like a normal person.
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Her hair was already dry and fluffy, carrying a slight fragrance.
Stark casually took a hair clip and tied Silver Wolf’s hair into twin tails, but her hair wasn’t long enough, leaving only two wisps…
“Done drying.
Remember to dry it next time, or you’ll catch a cold.”
“Mm…”
Silver Wolf really wanted to say that she was long used to being caught in the rain and wouldn’t die so easily, but in the end, she didn’t talk back.
On the table sat steaming fried rice…
The grains were golden, and there was plenty of meat.
The aroma made her stomach rumble uncontrollably.
When had a scavenging orphan ever eaten hot food?
She wished she could pounce on it immediately.
But Stark hadn’t spoken, and how could a little stray cat just taken in dare to eat?
She was so clumsy she didn’t even know how to meow to act cute.
She just stared at it longingly…
Rumble—
“Why aren’t you eating?
Do you not know how to use a spoon?”
“I do…”
Silver Wolf puffed out her cheeks slightly, saying she wasn’t a fool!
She hadn’t eaten pork, but she had certainly seen pigs run!
She hated Stark!
Stark narrowed his eyes slightly, roughly understanding Wolf Cub’s concerns.
It was just like a child living under someone else’s roof; she was reserved in everything she did.
Uncomfortable…
When he was in school, he had once been fostered at his aunt’s house.
At times like this, he had to use some tactics on a vigilant little kitten.
“Do you not like egg fried rice?”
“Sorry, the house only has these ingredients.
Tell me what you like to eat, and I’ll go buy some groceries.
Sigh, I can’t finish it alone, so I’ll just have to throw this away.”
“No, it’s not that I don’t like it.” “You are not allowed to throw it away!!”
Silver Wolf panicked.
The smell was making her drool; for someone who couldn’t get enough to eat, what did “like” or “dislike” matter?
She would even lick the bowl clean!
In the past, she always ate leftovers that others threw away…
Now.
Thinking about being able to eat it, she was almost moved to tears.
Stark, however, smiled.
He glanced to the side, chin resting on his hand as if in deep thought.
A moment later, he had a realization.
“Oh, I see.
You want me to feed you, right?”
“Sorry…
Dad misunderstood you.
I’m really sorry for not catching on to my Silver Wolf’s little tsundere act!”
“Whatever you weren’t given in the past, I will make up for in the future.”
“Come on, I won’t misunderstand this time!”
He hugged Silver Wolf tighter, rubbing his chin against her soft cheeks.
He picked up the bowl and spoon and, without giving Silver Wolf any time to react, fed her.
“Open your mouth, ah~”
“Mmph…”