The Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial
Chapter 111

When she scrolled down the notification, the description of the [Clink-Clank Filial Factory!] continued below.

[Clink-Clank Filial Factory!]

Try launching your very own Filial Factory! The Filial Factory is an eco-friendly production facility powered by [Filial Piety Points]!

Children can construct various structures using different materials and designate them as Filial Factories, which can then be operated using toy workers.

Insert a handcrafted sample into the Filial Factory and register the quantity you wish to produce along with the necessary [Filial Piety Points]. The workers will mass-produce exact copies of the sample.

If the factory size is small, the sample will automatically shrink in size, and the final product will return to its original scale once removed from the factory.

Let’s practice material-based filial piety through mass production!

Material-based filial piety!

Amazing!

Guru was so moved she covered her mouth.

Dat’s what Gwuu weawwy wanted to do!

From the very first moment Jurim brought her home, Guru had wanted to show him a level of material-based filial piety so overwhelming he couldn’t refuse it.

Thump-thump.

Her heart started pounding uncontrollably.

And that wasn’t all.

Besides the factory description, the popup window was also plastered with—

Fun!

Infinite Filial Mass Production System!

Eco-Friendly Filial Love!

—flashy slogans designed to dazzle a child’s eyes.

Guru’s mouth was already hanging open, completely entranced.

With 100,000 points, she could raise her [Mana] stat by about 100.

That would give her the same mana pool as a B-rank Hunter.

But even then, she’d just be Guru with a big mana pool.

But with a Filial Factory?

Guru wouldn’t be a home crafter anymore—she’d be a full-on factory manager!

So really, was there anything to even think about?

She could make 100 syrup bottles at once without using a single drop of mana!

But still!

The more mana, the better.

With 100 [Mana], she wouldn’t end up woozy and wobbly just two minutes into spellcasting.

“Hmmgh.”

Guru crossed her arms, sitting criss-cross applesauce.

[More Mana] or [Filial Factory].

Dat’s da qwestion.

Uuuuugh!

She flopped over Jurim’s body and rolled back and forth across the bed.

Hing-hing-hiiing!

Her soft cheek pressed against Jurim’s phone screen, lighting it up.

8?

Why was there an 8? Her big round eyes rolled to the screen.

When Guru saw the time, she shot up in a panic.

“Wate!!”

Now was not the time to be wasting precious seconds on indecision.

Gwuu gotta go to kindiegawten!

Deciding to save the 100,000 points for later when it really mattered, Guru hastily activated her filial skill [Guru’s Hands Are Healing Hands].

Right away, Jurim’s eyes fluttered open.

Guru shook his shoulder as he blinked himself awake.

“Guildmastuh! Guildmastuh!”

“Hmm... sleep well?”

“Gwuu is wate fow kindiegawten!”

“Ah...!”

Jurim quickly checked the time, not even fully awake yet.

Already 8:30?

Kindergarten started at 9.

He sprang out of bed, scooped Guru under his arm, and carried her to the bathroom.

The start of a hectic morning.

As he squeezed toothpaste onto a brush and washed her face, the housekeeper came in through the front door.

“Oh my, Guildmaster On? When did you get back?!”

He had told the nannies that sharp-witted Yoon Seojun had gone on a family trip, so none of them showed up. Only Yeongran the housekeeper had come to clean.

“Last night. Can you help her into her uniform real quick?”

“Hiiing... Miss Yeongwan, Gwuu is wate fow kindiegawten...”

“Oh dear, poor baby. Come on, let’s get dressed fast with me.”

While Guru was getting dressed, Jurim fetched her shoes and packed her bag.

If they left now, they could just barely make it by 9.

Leaning against the shoe cabinet, Jurim checked the time again, pressing his palm to his eye and raking his hair back.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see the river wind whipping along the banks of the Han River. While they’d been trapped in the [RP-Rank Dungeon] for days, Korea had already slipped fully into winter.

And yet.

I’m still just “Guildmastuh,” huh.

As his groggy brain returned to clarity, the way she’d kept calling him “Guildmastuh” while rushing him suddenly popped into his mind.

But only for a moment—Jurim shook his head.

Let’s take it slow. Real slow.

He murmured that resolve to himself as he picked up his phone.

By then, the housekeeper and Guru had finished getting ready and stepped out of the dressing room.

“Sir, I’ll be off now to drop Guru at kindergarten.”

“Gwuu gonna go now!”

“Wait a second.”

“Hmm?”

Jurim had started to make a call, but quickly stepped over. He wrapped her loosely tied scarf around and around her neck, knotting it properly.

Dressed in white winter clothes and a fluffy scarf, Guru looked round and bundled like a tiny snowman.

From behind the poofy wrap, only her eyes, nose, and mouth peeked out. Her huge eyes blinked up at him.

“Guru, you look like a chubby polar bear today.”

Smiling faintly, Jurim scooped up his little polar bear and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“...!”

Surprised, Guru’s eyes turned into bunny eyes. Jurim gently pinched her cheek.

“Chunky bear, are you gonna call me later after school?”

Vwoom vwoom! She nodded even more enthusiastically than usual.

Jurim chuckled under his breath.

“All right.”

Guru’s eyes rolled like marbles, and then she gave him a peck on the cheek too.

“Heehee!”

She beamed as she waved.

“Buh-byeee!”

Jurim waved back at her.

“Bye-bye.”

Yeongran bowed with a smile and took Guru to kindergarten.

Beep—

The door shut in front of him.

Jurim’s expression hardened for an instant as he lowered his waving hand.

Why now?

Something he shouldn’t be seeing had suddenly appeared before him.

Right now, in front of his eyes, a popup window was floating.

[Floor 99. The Ruler of Permafrost stirs awake.]

The Ruler of Permafrost brushed his right cheek. It was the cheek Guru had kissed.

Then, he closed his eyes again.

“...?”

Jurim absentmindedly rubbed his own right cheek, frowning.

Suddenly awake?

And as if reacting to contact with Guru?

Is it because of the synchronization?

It might’ve been that, through the synchronization with Jurim, the Ruler of Permafrost had received some special feeling Guru gave him.

It could also be the reduced mana leakage thanks to Guru that triggered something.

Jurim ran a hand down his face.

...Hmm.

It wasn’t a bad reaction.

Sharing sensation meant he could now sense what the other party felt too.

Even when he tried to tap back into the Ruler’s awareness on the 99th floor, there was no discomfort. If anything, the sensation was just dull, dry, and silent.

What he had learned so far was that the Ruler of the 99th floor didn’t have any distinguishable emotions.

It was like a being of pure power, not a lifeform with a human ego. More like [N O V E L I G H T] a natural phenomenon.

That was why Jurim’s sense of threat toward the 99th-floor ruler had gradually dulled.

Even so...

He clenched his left fist, then slowly opened it.

I really hope it stops here...

Not knowing what kind of synchronization might take place next was an unsettling prospect. He pushed the unease aside and picked up his phone again.

After going through several automated prompts, a nasally female voice finally came on from the last number he dialed.

Please leave your inquiry and contact information. We typically respond within one month or more. Thank you for your patience.

Beep—

“I’m looking for someone.”

“Mom and Dad. I’m not gonna look for them now. I wanna find them later.”

Last night, right before bed, Guru had said she didn’t want to search for her birth parents just yet.

Not now—later. When she’d become even more amazing.

Until now, she’d been in a rush to find them because of the fear she might have to go back to the orphanage. But now that she didn’t have to cling to her bloodline, a new kind of worry had started to settle in.

What kind of people were they? Would they welcome her?

Jurim had ended the conversation by telling her he’d help whenever she wanted.

But as her father, he wanted to cut off any potential danger in advance.

At the very least, he should find out if her birth parents were dangerous people or not.

“I don’t know their names, age, appearance, or nationality. Last known location was Milal Orphanage. All I can offer is a strand of her hair and a photo. Please reply to this number.”