A thousand years ago, in the era of Type-Moon, Lin Luo had already learned from Cirno that Reimu had given birth to a daughter for him, and though Cirno was vague about the details, it did not negate the truth of the matter. Later on, his interactions with Yakumo Yukari yielded not a single word on the subject, and Youmu also played coy, only mentioning that Reimu had a daughter.

As for the daughter's age or appearance, they would not say no matter how much he asked... Of course, at this point, whether they told him or not hardly mattered anymore.

With this infantile version of Reimu’s face and the name Hakurei Meimu, Lin Luo could confirm everything. Hakurei Meimu, without a doubt, was Hakurei Reimu's daughter, and the profound, blood-deep sense of closeness left him with no doubt that she was also his daughter.

But! But...

but... "Ding!

Identity verification complete. Current subject, Hakurei Meimu, is a host of the Space Heart...

System analysis indicates the current host shares the same genes as the Contractor... Based on system inference, the current host is the Contractor's biological daughter.

Signing the contract makes one a 'Demon Father'; refusing the contract makes one a scumbag. Contractor, please conduct yourself accordingly." "..." Lin Luo was utterly speechless.

This rare, emotional reunion between father and daughter had turned into this situation? Moreover, why was the Contract Book, which had been perfectly normal since its update, suddenly becoming so personified?

It had even learned to snark... Author, what in the world are you trying to pull?!

Even Lin Luo, who wouldn't bat an eye if Mount Tai collapsed before him, was dumbfounded at that moment, his expression shifting through a myriad of changes upon hearing the ice-cold voice in his mind. "Uncle, why is your face turning green?

Are you sick?" Meimu asked, noticing Lin Luo frozen in place. Lin Luo lowered his head, looking at his daughter—the one he had unfortunately knocked flying, who had then burst into tears, and now had managed to smile through her tears—and he choked on his words...

How was he supposed to face such an unbelievable turn of events? Lin Luo took several deep, heavy breaths internally, shoving aside whatever nonsense had just occurred.

He then crouched down, forcing the kindest smile he could manage onto his face, and said, "Um, your name is Meimu, right? Is your mother Hakurei Reimu?" "Mhm," Meimu nodded obediently.

A typical child meeting a stranger might be hesitant, but she exhibited no such barrier; she could converse normally with anyone. "And do you know who your father is?" Lin Luo asked tentatively.

Meimu shook her head decisively. "I don't know.

Mommy said my dad died." Lin Luo nearly spat blood. She had cursed him to death?

This... this truly was Reimu's shameless style.

"And do you believe your father is dead?" Lin Luo temporarily suppressed his urge to throttle Reimu and asked again. If Meimu also believed that, things might get tricky.

Meimu shook her head again. "No, he isn't.

Mama Zixia told me that whenever Mom talks about Dad, you just have to listen to the opposite, so Dad isn't dead." Ah, in other words, Reimu was a tsundere. Lin Luo felt immensely relieved, patting Meimu’s shoulder with a smile.

"Yep, Mama Zixia is right. Grown women love to say the opposite of what they mean, especially your mother." "Does Uncle know my mommy?" Meimu asked, tilting her head.

"Of course, I know her. We can talk about that later..." Lin Luo nodded, smiling as he asked, "Since you know your father isn't dead, do you miss him?" "Nope," Meimu answered without hesitation.

"Uh!" The smile on Lin Luo’s face instantly froze, leaving him utterly petrified and heavily impacted. "Because none of us have a father," before Lin Luo could recover from the blow, Meimu spoke again.

This statement, which should have been deeply sad, was delivered in such a calm tone that it betrayed no trace of sorrow or abnormality. And indeed, that was the reality.

In Gensokyo, outside of the Human Village, there were only females, and aside from sisters, there were generally no other close relatives. As the child of a Shrine Maiden, Hakurei Meimu inherited her mother's traits and enjoyed associating with youkai, leading to a worldview vastly different from ordinary humans.

In a normal human society, lacking a father would undoubtedly lead to ridicule or mockery from peers, potentially even bullying, because having no father was "against common sense" and shameful. But in Gensokyo, lacking a father was normal, and no one mocked Meimu for it.

Over time, Meimu developed this unique outlook on life. Lin Luo wondered whether to feel relieved or sad.

Relieved that his absence hadn't burdened her, sad that his presence or absence seemed to make little difference. However...

the immediate priority was to make her recognize the necessity of a father's existence! So, Lin Luo coughed twice and said seriously, "Meimu, in your mind, what kind of person is your father...

No, what kind of person do you wish your father was?" "Huh, this question?" Meimu tilted her head, thinking for a moment, then replied, "I wish my dad was a strong person, someone who could defeat any youkai, and he should also be a bit handsome, cool, and dashing... Oh, and preferably a little chuunibyou." "Huh?" Lin Luo was taken aback.

He could understand the preceding requirements and easily fulfill them, but what was this "a little chuunibyou" business? "Um...

could you elaborate on that?" "Mhm!" Meimu seemed interested too, nodding vigorously, and immediately started speaking with excitement, "I want my dad to be a hero, someone who can easily take down any youkai. After defeating them, he should act like this..." As she spoke, Meimu placed one hand on her hip and extended the other forward, slowly wagging her index finger and declaring with an air of exaggerated wisdom, "I am special, chosen by the world.

It's far too early for mere youkai like you to challenge me. Remember this: my name is...

ah, right, what is my dad's name?" Midway through her performance, Meimu suddenly turned her head and asked Lin Luo. "..." Lin Luo was momentarily speechless.

He already had a bad feeling churning in his gut, but he still spoke, "If I recall correctly, it should be Lin Luo." "Oh," Meimu nodded, then resumed her previous pose and continued, "...Remember this, my name is Lin Luo, and I am the protagonist of this world. If you wish to challenge me, go train for another three hundred years...

Yeah, I love a dad like that." After finishing, Meimu turned back, her face filled with yearning. Hey, hey, just how chuunibyou is this?

Lin Luo no longer knew how to react. Could he really pull off such an affected pose?

"Meimu," Lin Luo couldn't help but ask, "Why do you want your father to be chuunibyou?" "Because it's super cool," Meimu exclaimed excitedly, cupping her hands. Well, I won't deny that some chuunibyou acts can be slightly cool, but isn't the image you described a bit too much?

Lin Luo grumbled internally. Meimu let go of her hands and continued, "And he should have a special way of dressing too." "Uh!" Lin Luo instantly stiffened.

"Dressing requirements too?" Meimu nodded firmly. "Of course!

If he dresses too casually, he'll look like just another passerby—the kind of extra character in a manga who only appears for less than three seconds before exiting the scene. I don't want such a plain character to be my father." Little Meimu looked proud, and as she spoke, an unusual light flickered in her eyes.

"My dad had better be wearing a trench coat, holding a red rose in his mouth, making a dazzling entrance every time he appears, with cherry blossoms drifting in the background while he speaks... Ah, a dad like that is the coolest." "..." Watching her get lost in her own fantasy, Lin Luo was utterly struck dumb.

Just visualizing it made his stomach churn. That wasn't just chuunibyou; it was bordering on 'cringey-cool'!

Meimu, is this kind of interest really okay? Reimu, how exactly did you raise your daughter?

To cultivate such an oddity!... Alright, maybe this isn't entirely your fault.

Lin Luo couldn't help but complain inwardly, but a moment later, he retracted his complaint against Reimu. After all, from a normal perspective, Reimu raising Meimu alone through hardship was already quite an achievement.

He, on the other hand, had been gone for two years without caring for his wife and child—he was the one who deserved to be cursed. If this case went before Judge Bao, he'd probably be on par with Cheng Shimei and deserve the dog-head guillotine.

But then again, could he actually live up to his daughter's expectations? To become a cringey-cool figure?

Lin Luo stared blankly at Meimu. Meimu, thinking he hadn't understood her description, blinked.

A brilliant idea struck her, and she immediately pulled out paper and a pen from her pocket, kneeling on the ground to sketch rapidly. Half a minute later, she handed the paper to Lin Luo with a smile.

"I'm done drawing! Uncle, look, this is the dad in my heart." Lin Luo looked up and saw a drawing of a handsome man with sharp features.

He was wearing a black cloak, unbuttoned to expose his chest muscles. His hands were shoved into his trouser pockets, and he had a red rose clenched between his lips, his upturned mouth showing a wicked grin.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, emitting intense electric sparks, and in the background, countless cherry blossoms drifted down... Lin Luo couldn't bear to look halfway through.

Not only was the man in the drawing cringey-cool, but more importantly... based on his years immersed in ACG culture, he recognized it instantly: Meimu’s drawing style was entirely that of a shōjo manga.

What is shōjo manga? Simply put, it’s handsome men falling in love with handsome men.

What the heck! This is fujoshi territory!

Meimu, you've gone astray and stepped onto the Path of Corruption! That twisted road is not one to walk down!

Lin Luo was instantly in tears. "Is my drawing not good?" Seeing him turn away, unable to look, Meimu pouted, her face showing clear grievance, thinking her art was terrible.

Lin Luo immediately felt the weight of his sins, shaking his head repeatedly while forcing a smile. "No, your drawing is excellent." His words weren't entirely insincere.

Setting aside the orientation issue, objectively speaking, Meimu's drawing skill was truly impressive, comparable to that of top-tier manga artists. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Lin Luo wouldn't have believed she drew this in half a minute.

She's a genius, worthy of being my daughter! Lin Luo felt a touch of pride.

In the grand scheme of things, her tastes were completely aligned with his... Even if the specifics were slightly skewed, it was fine; he could correct those later.

"Hehe." Hearing Lin Luo's praise, Meimu laughed happily. "I'll just ask casually, where did you learn this skill?" Lin Luo couldn't help but ask.

He found it hard to imagine how a little girl who learned to run errands by age two had time to study drawing? "The library," Meimu replied.

"I often go to Patchouli-neechan's library to read books, and her manga, too. Sometimes I even help ink the drafts...

I'll let you in on a secret, I'm already Patchouli-neechan's most capable assistant now. She said once I turn three, I can publish a manga all by myself, and I also contribute to Aya's news outlet." For some reason, Lin Luo suddenly felt an urge to cry...

His daughter was truly a genius, so capable at such a young age. If this got out, how many young men and women in their twenties still living off their parents would be driven to commit seppuku out of shame!

"Huh?!" Suddenly, Lin Luo thought of something. What did Meimu just mention?

Patchouli and the paparazzi Aya? One was a notorious snoop known for her photography skills that "ordinary people would never understand," and the other, though bearing the title of a scholar, secretly spent all her time holed up at home drawing doujinshi.

Had Meimu been following those two around? This is outrageous!

Even if she followed Marisa around, it would have been infinitely better than following those two! "Meimu, can I ask you a few more questions?" "Mhm." "Did you learn your drawing skills from Patchouli?" "Yes." "Then where did you learn about chuunibyou knowledge?" "Patchouli." Okay, this is Murasa's fault.

"Then who told you that being chuunibyou is cool and handsome?" "Patchouli." Murasa, you made a mistake again. "Then, who made you fall in love with this kind of man?" Lin Luo pointed at the drawing in her hand.

"Patchouli." Murasa, why is it always you? "Then, if this kind of man became your father..." "Patchouli." Lin Luo had reached his conclusion: the one who led Meimu onto the Path of Corruption was Patchouli, the one who made her obsessed with chuunibyou was Patchouli, and the root of all evil making her wish for a cringey-cool father was still Patchouli...

In short, it was all Murasa's fault! Murasa, just you wait, I won't let you off!

Lin Luo silently vowed in his heart, then looked at Meimu and asked seriously, "One last question, Meimu. In your heart, is chuunibyou a compliment or an insult?" "It's definitely a compliment, I love chuunibyou," Meimu stated firmly.

"Alright, I understand." Lin Luo nodded, stood up, took a deep breath, and wore an expression of resigned acceptance... Although he was not chuunibyou nor cringey-cool, to meet his daughter's expectations, there was no other way now.

Even the Buddha said, "If I do not enter hell, who will?" "Meimu, look quickly, there's a UFO over there!" Lin Luo exclaimed, pointing behind her. "Where?" Meimu reflexively turned around, but behind her was nothing but darkness, only flowers and trees.

She turned back again. "I didn't see a UFO, where is it...

Ah!" When Meimu looked back to the spot where Lin Luo had been standing, she was instantly dumbfounded, her face etched with shock. The previously dark space had transformed into a dazzling, vibrant pink, with countless beautiful cherry blossoms mingling with mist, fluttering in the air.

And set against this exquisite backdrop stood a man. His hands were tucked into his pockets, his body slightly leaning forward.

The black trench coat on his upper body was split open, revealing nearly his entire torso to the air as a gentle breeze blew, exuding a sexy yet domineering aura. The man squinted slightly, a vivid red rose held between his lips.

His messy black hair billowed in the wind, his mouth curved into a slight upward arc, and his whole being radiated an evil charm. Simultaneously, lights—whose source was unknown—suddenly shone down upon him, making him appear even more striking...

Such presence could only be summed up in four words. Dazzling Entrance!

This man was, of course, Lin Luo. To win his daughter's affection, to meet her expectations, he had cast aside the "dignity" of a normal person, forcing himself to transform into a cringey-cool figure!

Under Meimu's stunned gaze, Lin Luo slightly turned his head, removed the rose from his mouth, tossed it forward, and snapped his fingers elegantly. "Yo, my daughter.

I am your father." The rose exploded above Meimu, scattering petals over her. Meimu stared blankly, as if completely captivated by the scene, her consciousness stolen.

After a long while, she finally snapped out of her shock, looked up at Lin Luo, and said with complete reverence, "Uncle? You are actually my father?" "Indeed," Lin Luo raised his right hand high and snapped his fingers again.

The shower of flowers formed a tornado, swirling around the two of them. "But that was just my disguise.

This is my true form now, my daughter. Please address me as 'Father-sama,' and come with me to become the protagonist of the world!" "Wow, so cool!" Meimu clasped her hands, stars shining in her eyes.

With her excited shout, she immediately launched herself forward. "This is amazing, Father...

No, Father-sama, you are exactly like I imagined!" Holding Meimu's small body, Lin Luo wept, though he wasn't happy at all despite the compliment! "Father-sama, let's hurry home," Meimu said after snuggling in his arms for a moment.

"Uh, home?" "Yes, let's go see Mommy together." "Um... can I disguise myself first?

Just like before?" "No!" Meimu refused decisively. "My Father-sama is not ordinary!

The Father-sama I have now is the best, and Mommy will definitely like him." "I think, well..." "Father-sama, can you be even more dazzling when we meet Mommy later?" "..." Tragedy! Lin Luo wanted to cry but couldn't.

To be continued... Farewell, Mr.

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