[ Re-translated on September / 11 /2025 ]
Chapter 1: Skydiving
"Damn it! Other people who transmigrate either get a smooth soul-transfer or drop straight into some girl's bedroom. Why the hell do I get the extreme skydiving package from ten thousand meters up? If you can't even pick a proper landing spot, then just don't send me at all!"
Terra Continent, somewhere along the Iberian coastline.
A lone figure suddenly shot up from beneath the waves, staggering a few steps before collapsing onto the sandy beach like a fish out of water.
He spat out two mouthfuls of seawater, then lay back limply on the sand like a salted fish. The boy, named Steven, started venting his frustrations at the heavens.
As a veteran transmigrator, this wasn't even his first time being sent to a different world. But compared to the minecraft world he'd been thrown into before, this time's experience was downright unacceptable.
If not for the fact that he'd already been hardened into a Real Life version of Minecrafter, he probably would've died the instant he hit the surface.
A freefall from over ten thousand meters, no parachute, no protection—hitting water like that was no different from slamming into concrete.
And to make matters worse, he didn't even land cleanly in the water. Nope. He just had to crash headfirst into someone—specifically, a girl dashing across the waves at inhuman speed.
Yeah. That very same unfortunate "victim" was now drifting ashore beside him.
He swore on the heavens: when he was falling, he had checked—there was no one in that patch of ocean! So how the hell did this girl just suddenly rocket up out of the depths like a damn swordfish? If anything, this was a cosmic-level accident, not entirely his fault.
"…Still, to survive getting smashed like that without turning into paste… her body's gotta be at least Captain America-tier, right?"
Glancing at the tall girl he had dragged ashore, Steven couldn't help but feel a bit worried.
Had he landed in some world where Super Saiyans roamed around by the dozen? He had just escaped from one hellish world; the last thing he wanted was to be thrown into another nightmare.
At the very least, one thing was clear: this was definitely not his old world. Proof? The sky here had two moons hanging high and bright.
Who knew what kind of bizarre world this was?
…Well, whatever. May as well admire the girl while he recovered.
Turning his gaze to the girl lying beside him, Steven realized he hadn't had the chance to properly look at her before. The moment he'd slammed into her, things had gotten chaotic, and then the current dragged them both under—no time to take in details.
Now, finally, he could.
The first thing he noticed was the strange triangular hat perched on her head—something you'd normally see on Western hunters. Yet beneath it was a face that fit the ideal beauty standards of the East.
Her long white hair, damp and clinging from seawater, framed a complexion so pale it was almost unreal. Far from ruining her looks, it only added a unique charm. And peeking out from behind those silken strands—an unmistakable pair of pointed, elven ears.
"…Not human, huh."
Steven stared at those delicate ears, fighting the sudden, irresistible urge to reach out and squeeze them, just to see what they felt like.
Still, what comforted him more than anything was this:
After who knew how many years, he was finally looking at a face that actually resembled a normal human's.
Because honestly—who the hell had faces made into a cube?! Even a square jaw had its limits!
Steven finally couldn't resist the impulse bubbling up inside him.
He reached out toward the unconscious girl—not to touch the lofty peaks hidden beneath her strange black cloak and formal attire, but instead, without hesitation, pinched her soft little cheeks.
Like kneading dough, he stretched and squished that delicate, flawless face into all kinds of silly shapes. Sure, he knew this was… well, a little out of line. But after so many years without seeing what a proper human face was supposed to look like, he simply couldn't hold back the urge in his heart.
"Ahhh… feels so good when it's not blocky."
Just rubbing her face gave him the kind of emotion that made him want to cry.
No one could possibly understand what it was like—living for centuries in a world made entirely of cubes and pixels. Except him, the poor unlucky bastard who had gotten tossed into Minecraft.
Watermelons were cubes, houses were cubes, even the damn sun was a cube. And Steven himself? Yup. Cube.
Forget a girl with this kind of flawless face—if someone with an ugly bastard face had shown up, Steven probably would've been just as eager to squish it right now.
But then—
While he was still happily kneading away, a piercing gaze suddenly stabbed into him like a blade. He froze, and when he glanced down, he found himself staring straight into a pair of blood-red eyes.
Ruby-red didn't even begin to describe their brilliance. Those eyes burned with fury, with killing intent so sharp it practically screamed: you're already dead.
"Uh…"
"Y-You're… awake?"
Getting caught red-handed while squishing someone's face in their sleep—yeah, Steven had no idea how to explain himself. So he just kept awkwardly holding her cheeks, forcing out the stiffest smile of his life.
He even forgot to move his hands away.
"..."
The white-haired girl didn't speak. She just kept glaring at him, cold and merciless, like she was already picturing his corpse.
Steven's first instinct was to reach into his inventory, summon his trusty Netherite Sword, and brace for a fight—
—but then her sharp, unyielding eyes suddenly flickered with confusion.
It spread quickly, washing over her gaze until all the hostility and clarity faded away. Like someone desperately trying to remember something they couldn't, she shook her head violently. Her triangular hunter's hat fell off with the motion, and along with it, the last trace of light disappeared from her eyes.
Her once-razor gaze softened. Instead of pulling away from his hands, she leaned her cheek back into his stiff palm. With an innocence almost childlike, she looked up at him, lips parting ever so slightly.
And then she said a single word that froze Steven in place.
"…Dad?"
Steven went rigid as though a petrification spell had hit him. He just stood there, stunned, while the tall girl nuzzled her face against his hand like a kitten, all too happy to cling to him.
…
Wait.
When he'd crashed earlier… hadn't his head slammed right into hers?
Don't tell him—
Did he actually bonk her brain into stupidity?
So this was it, huh? He transmigrates… only to immediately get railroaded into becoming someone's dad?!
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Note: Character Illustration is in this Google Drive:
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1iuyfwNVFHzIi9H4rWNT_lAm7jTSiah_M