The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 114
In the village on the island, a grand and luxurious mansion was reduced to ashes by a raging fire. The master of the house and two newly arrived guests were also consumed by the flames. Another guest had vanished without a trace, and some speculated that the young visitor had set the fire.
While they were still discussing hunting down the culprit, an unremarkable bird dropped something the size of a duck egg from high above. With a deafening explosion, before anyone could react, everything turned to dust, and the mountains and rivers were flattened.
The wooden puppet bird didn’t have time to escape and perished along with the rest.
"Daughter, is this what you called a ‘big mushroom’?"
"Yep, isn’t it pretty?" Chang'an's eyes sparkled, her joy overflowing.
"But why?" Though he always supported his daughter, he worried she might bear too much karmic debt for this.
The fire earlier had been his doing—that wouldn’t be blamed on her—but the explosion was her handiwork. He should have asked more questions; he could have handled it himself.
Chang'an tilted her head and smiled. "Don’t worry, Dad, it’s fine. It’s a shame I couldn’t take you to see that place. If you had, you’d understand why."
Even if it meant descending into hell, never to be reborn, she would still do it.
"Dad, this place had to be destroyed. Otherwise, it would have destroyed us instead."
"Alright," Old Gu Six said no more, then added, "Next time something like this happens, let me handle it."
As the explosions here subsided, a chain of blasts erupted elsewhere, followed by the eruption of nineteen massive volcanoes. Fiery lava spewed forth, swallowing mountains and rivers, surging unimpeded toward the sea.
"Ah! Brother Beluga, swim faster!"
The belugas picked up speed, the wind whipping Chang'an’s hair straight up.
Old Gu Six gazed into the distance and noticed something odd—the lava, once it reached the sea, didn’t spread out. Instead, it seemed to hit an invisible barrier.
Moreover, the entire island was slowly sinking.
"Daughter, we don’t need to run anymore. Look."
Chang'an followed his pointing finger. Huh? Was the impact really that powerful?
It was truly sinking.
Chang'an happily bounced twice, then lost her balance and landed on her backside.
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"Brother Beluga, Brother Beluga, no need to run now!"
It suddenly struck her—weren’t belugas supposed to be slow? Why were these belugas swimming like they had motors attached?
Ah well, no use overthinking it. Too much thinking leads to baldness.
Their boat came to a stop as Chang'an stared wide-eyed at the island gradually disappearing beneath the waves.
By the time it was fully submerged, only an endless expanse of ocean remained, with no trace of the island left.
One small island had vanished from this world’s map.
One down, onward to the next.
That next place couldn’t be sunk, though. If it were just petty thieves, it wouldn’t matter, but Big Fatty was there too.
Weren’t they always accused of stealing others’ civilization?
Fine, then they’d go play ancestors to them instead.
"Old Man, Old Man!"
...
"Old Man?"
...
"Old Man, your Old Gu Six is about to kick the bucket!"
[What’s going on? Weren’t you just blowing up an island?]
"Oh, never mind, he’s alive again. Since you’re here, help us navigate to another island—the one that even steals pickles."
[...Does your dad know you’re this ‘filial’?]
"Of course! He loves it."
[Yeah right, you little brat.]
"Just give us the directions already, no dawdling."
[What are you planning to do there? Just so you know, I don’t have any more explosive eggs for you to play with.]
"Do I look that violent? I just want to travel, experience different local customs."
[...Turn 70 degrees to the right and head east.]
"Got it!"
Chang'an helped Old Gu Six adjust their course, grinning foolishly. "Dad, I’ll take you to see some mountain pigs."
"What kind of pigs are mountain pigs?" Old Gu Six felt like he was learning a lot from his daughter.
"Mountain pigs? They’re like wild boars—both can’t appreciate fine grain." Absolutely true, no flaws in that logic.
Old Gu Six realized his daughter was insulting someone. Who had provoked her this time?
With the belugas helping them along, their journey had been smooth lately, with no more detours.
But the weather at sea was unpredictable. One moment, the sun blazed overhead; the next, it was pouring—no, bucketing—no, wait, a downpour.
This time, their boat had cover, so they wouldn’t end up drenched like drowned chicks.
Amid the heavy rain, they spotted a small fishing boat speeding past, its crew desperately clinging to a net on deck.
Why did this scene feel familiar?
Old Gu Six rubbed his nose. How long ago had that been? Why even remember it?
The fishing boat zipped past them with a whoosh, its passengers screaming.
She wanted to ask—was holding on illegal?
If they didn’t let go, it wouldn’t be them netting fish, but the fish netting them.
They sailed leisurely for nearly a month before reaching Pickle Island, renting a rundown house in a shabby little village nearby.
Luckily, Chang'an could speak Korean, or this would’ve been tricky.
In her past life, her grandmother had a friend who married into a family in Yanbian, and they visited often. Over time, Chang'an had picked up the language.
The village children seemed to adore Old Gu Six, often coming over to play with him.
But he couldn’t understand them—or speak their language.
Chang'an told the kids, "He’s my dad. He’s mute. You can play with him, but don’t bully him."
Then she told Old Gu Six, "These kids want to play with you. They say you’re tall, strong, and handsome. Just go along with it."
Chang'an pondered how to show off.
This village was too small and insignificant. They needed a more populated, influential place.
The best way to show off? Enlist the Old Man for a guest appearance.
After three days in the village, when someone headed to town, Chang'an sweet-talked the locals into giving them two sets of traditional clothing.
Father and daughter changed outfits and followed the villagers to town.
They walked the whole way, with Chang'an repeatedly summoning the Old Man—but getting no response.
Guess she’d have to improvise. Supernatural theatrics worked best with dramatic weather—maybe arrange some divine punishment, then follow up with a grand deception.
As she plotted the perfect moment for a thunderbolt, the Old Man finally responded.
[What do you want now?]
"Need you for a cameo."
[Don’t you think that’s a bit much?]
"Not at all. You’re perfect for it. Besides, you’re already elusive—playing a deity shouldn’t be hard, right?"
[I am originally… Fine, it’s not difficult. But shouldn’t we tone it down? This world belongs to others. If we wreak havoc on their turf, I doubt you two will live to a ripe old age.]
"Relax, after this, we’re done."
[Alright, but this is the last time, got it?]
"I promise."
For now, anyway. Who knew about the future?
[The southern region is suffering floods right now—perfect material for our act.]
"What are we waiting for? It's time to show them who their ancestors really are."
Suddenly, the entire island was engulfed in darkness, while a beam of light descended from the heavens in the south, illuminating the entire sky.
