Chapter 8

Their hands touched something "soft and smooth", without hesitation they kept on hitting the "soft and smooth" surface until their hands went through it.

It felt like there was an empty space out of something "soft and smooth", they worked their way out of the "soft and smooth". But there was no need for them to pry open the place they were kept in, because the next second the "soft and smooth" that kept them trapped, opened on its own.

It was very bright out here, their eyes took some time to adjust. When their eyesight finally cleared up they saw a man in front of them, in black robes. Like a light switch turned on they knew instantly this man was their father.

"Ah!" Father!

The vibrant petals surrounding them caught their eyes. They saw that the "soft and smooth" was actually a lotus flower. They were inside a lotus flower. Did that mean they was a lotus flower spirit this time? But they clearly have two hands and feet. No roots or bulbs.

Water surface reflects their naked baby body. They should check out if they were a she or he this time, or maybe they'll remain as they. Something in them told them that being they was a let down, and they won't be able to feel all the pleasures in the world. Their eyes travelled down their body…

"Ah?" They was a she now?

That meant she could bribe people easily, being a "he" was cool, but being a she meant the world won't be as harsh as when she was a "he". No high expectations of fulfilling her duty as a male and sire a child. It's a very fortunate situation.

Her focus returned to her new father, the man was staring at her.

"Ah! Ah?" Hello father! Why are you looking at me like that?

The man kept staring at her.

"Ah! Ah!" Hellooo! Father, I am your daughter!

She wanted to giggle. What an old Star Wars trope. Except this time it was Luke that said "I am your son". Her father remained still as a statue. Oh, was there no Star Wars?

"Ah!" Father!

"Ah?" Father?

"Ahhh!" Fatherrrr!

There seemed to be something wrong with this new father of hers. No matter how hard she called out, the man just stood by and watched her like a statue. She wanted a refund, how could the "system" make her put up with another iceberg for a father.

Her brain came to a halt, she needed to perform a test on whether this father of hers was indeed inflicted with the iceberg-personality sickness or not. Having an iceberg for a father was very cool! He was an "iceberg". Get it? Iceberg was ice cold.

The best way to find that out was by performing an eardrum torture.

Ahem!

Her mouth began to wrinkled, the corners of her eyes itched, and a bellowing cries escaped her mouth.

Oh-ho! I have a very loud voice. Should I be an opera singer this time around?

If her father has the iceberg-personality disorder he'll leave her be, and if he didn't have the iceberg-personality he'll pick her up. Hopefully her father was not an iceberg. Having an iceberg for a father could lead to a lot of frustration.

Come now father pick me up!

The man was standing still, this was bad, but there was an obvious reaction, maybe if she cried louder he'll pick her up. Yes, let's go with that idea! Thus she cried louder.

Her father finally picked her up as she had hoped for, though what's with his way of holding her. The man was holding her as far away from his body as he could, at least hold her correctly please? This way of holding made her very uncomfortable.

Seemed like the man had heard her pleas and adjusted his hold, it took several tries for the man to finally hold her in a correct, comfortable way.

She patted her chest proudly in her mind, this new father was quite reliable, she's starting to like him already.

Though why was her father staring at her this way? She had stopped crying, there was no need for the man to stare at her. Also, when could she get her clothes? she was butt naked, it was rather embarrassing.

Father, your next quest to be the number one father was to find this baby some clothes!

When the man made his way out of the cave she wanted to cry again. She was naked! Her butt was not covered, it's extremely embarrassing! But if she cried too much she'd surely anger her new father, that must not happen. For the time being she was grateful enough that her father did not throw her away.

Her father quickly met with a man in red robes, this man has a pretty face and called her father brother. So this was her uncle! Not bad, her uncle has a pretty face and a good fashion sense, she'll be calling him pretty uncle. The red robes her pretty uncle was wearing looked very modern, with the collar reminding her of a suit's collar. Compared to her father's own robes.

What's modern again? She was coming up with a lot of strange words.

But pretty uncle seemed to be a little dumb, he was asking father obvious question, like whether or not she was her father's baby. Of course she was her father's—

"Do I strike you as the type to have a family?"

A metaphorical thunder fell from the sky and shocked her. According to these words of her father's… she might not be his baby! Even worse, even if she was his daughter, he wouldn't mind throwing her away. Her new father won't actually throw her away because she's not his baby right? The man did pick her up from the lotus.

There was no way she'd give up on her new father! It was extremely rare to have a beautiful father like this one. She won't — refuse to give up!