Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: TS) No Other Beastly Girl Exists
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Me and Dad headed to a PC bang.
Not some fancy, comfortable spot that could pass for a restaurant or gaming parlor—no, this was a real-deal PC bang, the kind laser-focused on PC gaming.
Sure, it had the basics like solid air conditioning and the latest computers with massive monitors...
But back in this era, PC bangs didn't have dedicated smoking booths. They just split the place into smoking and non-smoking zones.
And here's the funny part: the smoke from the smoking area would waft right into the non-smoking side, making the whole "zones" thing pointless.
Unlike the polite, whisper-quiet PC bangs of 2024 where everyone's on their best behavior, kids back then would scream and cheer together while gaming, and that was totally normal.
Of course, it wasn't some lax era where adults let that slide without any tension.
Those snot-nosed kids from back then, now grown up, probably still swap stories like this when they reunite:
"Today's kids are wild 'cause they've never gotten smacked around by the neighborhood big brothers or uncles."
Ironically, the ones saying that are the former "brainless elementary brats" turned jaded adults, picking on the new sprouts they call "Jamminis."
Wait, aren't they total boomers? Yeah, they are.
In the end, people judge the world based on their own life experiences.
Those old-school ways get seen as rigid mindsets by kids, and adults struggle to adapt to change, turning into boomers who reminisce with lines like, "Those were the days~"
Whoops, got a bit sidetracked there. Anyway, Dad and I fired up Thunder Attack together at the PC bang, all buddy-buddy.
"?? Dad, this says it's for adults only. Teens can't play?"
"It's fine, it's fine. All the kids do it these days~"
I borrowed one of Dad's four sub-accounts and logged in, wondering if this was really okay.
Was it truly fine for a father and daughter to sweetly play a brutal game with guns and gore?
...Beats me!
If you don't know, just enjoy it! Dad says it's cool, so who am I, his little girl, to argue?
Mom might freak if she found out and spank our butts red like baboon asses, but if we both keep our mouths shut... happy ending for everyone, right?
"Daughter, just join my public room."
"...Public room? What's that?"
"Open lobby."
Oh, right. Forgot for a sec—it's been ages since I heard the term.
But isn't it basic etiquette to teach a total newbie the ropes first?
You're throwing your life-newbie, game-newbie six-year-old daughter straight into a brutal public lobby?
"You gonna teach me how?"
"WASD to move, click the mouse to shoot."
"??"
Dad's a total nutjob, confirmed.
At 32, dragging his seven-year-old daughter downtown to blast away—pure madman energy... but whatever. No biggie.
'I've played this a ton in my past life.'
Elementary school PC bangs with friends, middle and high school sessions, even entertaining seniors in the army—we played Thunder Attack plenty.
So if I get a feel for it, my old skills should come right back, yeah?
Map: Second Armory. Starting on Red Team.
Red Team wins by breaching Blue's defenses, wiping them out, or planting and detonating a bomb at a key spot. Blue wins by wiping Red or defending for the time limit.
Grabbed the default M16, pistol, knife, and grenade, and bolted forward as the round kicked off.
Before entering the building toward A site, hopped on the nearby drum barrel, adjusted my angle, leaped, and... grenade toss!!
"?? Daughter? What was that?"
"Whoa, it actually worked."
More importantly, why's Dad's nickname like that?
Why turn Mom into an alien?
Hadn't touched the game in forever, so I wasn't sure about the angle, but my body remembered. Guessed it'd arc just right... and boom, first kill.
Some noob Red enemy got blasted by the angle-jump nade tech—aka wallbang or anglebang.
Heh. As if a lowly raccoon like you could scratch a roe deer.
"That raccoon from your past life must've cursed our daughter."
"Dead men tell no tales, Dad."
"True enough."
Rat-a-tat-tat, bang bang bang.
'Man, I might be even better than before.'
Inherited Roe Deer's physicals or not, this life's my first time gaming, so I figured I'd hold back a bit... but damn, I'm crushing it.
Aiming at rushing Blue heads feels natural, and my footwork's flashy to boot... oh yeah, this is fun.
"Dad, how long we playing?"
After hard-carrying a five-round match with 19 kills for a total stomp, I stretched and asked.
The game's so addictive after all this time, I'd love to keep going, but we can't camp downtown all day.
Mom's home worrying, so we gotta head back before nightfall, right?
Two hours? Three? Hmm, might leave me wanting more...
"Till morning."
"?"
"Told Mom we're out tasting civilization together."
Whoa, why phrase it so weird?
Tasting civilization? Makes me sound like a feral beast or caveman.
I shot him an incredulous look, like 'Am I wrong?' and he squeezed his eyes shut, voice dropping low.
"Dad's human too, y'know... Can't game at home 'cause Mom watches me like a hawk. She hates games."
"Ah."
That explains no consoles at home.
We have a PC, but zero games installed.
"Gotta seize moments like this."
"Killing people with my daughter?"
"Hey now. It's a cozy date with my adorable girl."
Oof. Cozy date in a dim PC bang with a seven-year-old, blood and guts flying? Sounds more like a spicy red-hot rendezvous.
Probably no other kid my age in Korea who's done this kinda "date."
And so, until midnight, Dad and I reveled in flashy marksmanship and sneaky knife assassinations in FPS heaven. Even got props like "You game like hell" from the enemy before stumbling out into Dodong's pitch-black streets.
"Dad, what now?"
"Bedtime."
"Where?"
"Dunno."
"?"
Didn't expect a "dunno" here.
Then again, maybe I should've. Spending the day with Dad showed me—he's kinda thoughtless.
Went to PC bang on a whim to game, got late and sleepy so we left... but no plan for crashing.
"Alright! Yuna! Everything from now on's top secret from Mom, got it?"
"Can I tell her about the PC bang?"
"...Everything today stays secret?"
Yeah, that's more like it, Dad.
If Mom hears about father-daughter duo popping heads and decapitating with knives, we might both get booted from the house.
Anyway, followed Dad's smug grin as he led us through Dodong's maze of streets to the parked car, then raced through Ulleungdo's dark roads.
Barren stretches lit only by headlights—no streetlights, just endless black. After over 30 minutes, we reached Sadong, between Dodong and Tonggumi.
A bit remote, but a short drive gets you to the passenger terminal or the tri-junction for Tonggumi or Dodong. Turned into a narrow side path.
Not paved—gravel road, car rattling like crazy. Bumping along to the beat, then Dad said we arrived. Hopped out... oh? Huh?
"Dad's secret base!!"
"??"
'What the hell.'
Why's there a two-story house in the middle of the woods?
Blinked my eyes a few times.
Smaller than our house, but compared to Dodong or Tonggumi homes, it's sleek and huge—like a villa? Anyway, eyed Dad, who beamed proudly, chest puffed out.
Secret base a bit oversized, Dad?
"Heh heh. Daughter, didja know Dad owns all the land around here?"
"Does Mom know?"
"Nah, not yet. Built it as a surprise villa for our anniversary getaway this year. C'mon, let's head in."
"Ooooh."
Ah, phew. So that's it.
I half-panicked thinking it was Dad's secret bachelor pad for cheating.
I knew he was nuts, but not the creepy kind.
Fun, likable nuts—that's the good stuff.
'That's why the secrecy.'
Build a sweet villa on the sly, then anniversary surprise: ta-da~ Shock the fam.
Not bad.
Yeah, perfect. Mom'll love it.
For a sec I worried about secret affairs in his hideout, but Mom looks like a college girl in her twenties.
Who else catches the eye?
To cheat, he'd need someone hotter than her... hmm, risky thought.
Entered the classy wooden villa, showered together to scrub off the PC bang cig stink, pulled out blankets, and snuggled in bed, sawing logs side by side.