[ Re-translated on September / 11 /2025 ]
Chapter 2: The Local Gang Really Has No Manners
Steven had imagined plenty of scenarios for when the girl woke up, but this… yeah, this was nowhere on the list.
From every possible angle, this was just way too weird.
"No, no, no—snap out of it, okay? I just transmigrated, I'm not unlocking the 'Congratulations, You're a Dad!' achievement on day one!"
He stood frozen for a good while before he finally came back to his senses. Grabbing the girl's delicate little face again, he shook it with the desperate hope that maybe he could jiggle her brain back into working order.
If a computer freezes, the first instinct is to give it a smack or shake. Brains should be the same… right?
Her beautiful features scrunched up like mochi under his hands, but she only stared blankly at him. And then—she smiled. A silly, innocent smile, like she thought this was some sort of father-daughter game.
"…I'm doomed."
Covering his face, Steven slumped in defeat. He would've much preferred if she'd woken up furious, ready to fight him to the death. At least then, he'd have confidence he could win.
But now? Now he had no idea how to deal with this pure, childlike gaze that treated him like her new papa.
Leaving her behind wasn't an option either. She was in this state because of him—because he'd crashed into her head-first. Abandoning her would've been scummy on a whole new level.
But accepting it? Just going along with having a random daughter dropped on him? Nope. Hard pass.
"Why can't I just be a heartless bastard for once…"
Rubbing his forehead in frustration, Steven realized he was completely out of ideas.
At this point, the only option left was to see if his own methods could fix her.
"Activate Entity Information Display Mod."
The moment he silently gave the command, a tiny hammer icon appeared in his vision, tapping away as if installing software.
This wasn't his first rodeo as a transmigrator. Steven was no ordinary high schooler anymore. Otherwise, he wouldn't have survived a ten-thousand-meter freefall headbutt with zero damage.
After all, he'd spent who knew how many years grinding in the Minecraft world. He was well aware of his identity as a seasoned Minecrafter.
Sure, he'd gotten so bored in the end that he switched off all his mods just to play plain vanilla survival like some kind of retirement hobby. But this was a brand-new world—no way he could keep being lazy now.
Acting weak to hide your strength was fun and all, but not if people actually mistook you for a pig and butchered you.
Ding!
With a crisp installation chime, a line of glowing green text appeared above the girl's head:
[Abyssal Hunter: Gladiia, Severe Head Injury, Currently Amnesiac]
So she really was amnesiac, not just faking it. Steven even got her name as a bonus. Not that it helped much.
He didn't recognize the name, but at least it confirmed one thing: his cheat system still worked in this world.
"Alright, next: Install Minimap Mod."
"Install Language Localization Mod."
"Install Better Status Display Mod."
"Install JEI Item Manager Mod."
One by one, he swiftly equipped himself with the most essential mods. His vision filled with all kinds of familiar UI windows, like he'd just put on an old, comfy pair of shoes.
"And now for the most important part…"
"/gamemode 1."
Steven typed in a string of commands into his interface. But before he could finish entering them, a strange notification chime rang in his ears.
[Ding! Insufficient (WAP) World Acknowledgement Point. Forcing Creative Mode will result in *** being expelled from this world.]
"…The hell? World Acknowledgement Point?"
He blinked, then noticed a new, ominous buff suddenly hanging in his status bar.
[Rejection of World Will I: Duration ∞]
(Your power has drawn the displeasure of this world's will.)
"…."
Steven was speechless. Sure, as a transmigrator, he obviously didn't belong here. But who gets marked by the world's will the moment they arrive?
Talk about unfriendly local gangs—no manners at all!
It's not like he came here to blow up the place. He just wanted to join the world, not destroy it. So why was he being treated like some kind of virus?
He glanced up at the twin moons hanging in the sky and sighed quietly. Sure enough, it was the same everywhere: transmigrators were always treated like stray dogs nobody wanted.
Just like back when he got tossed into that blocky world. Only there, the world will tormented him by endlessly adding new mods specifically to counter him. Here, it seemed much more direct.
At least this buff didn't have any negative effects yet. It felt more like a warning than an actual punishment.
Still, when he examined his status carefully, he found the culprit: a new stat labeled World Acknowledgement Point.
[Remaining WAP (World Acknowledgement Point): 15]
(Enabling mods consumes points. If points fall below zero, you will be rejected by the world.)
"…Oh, I get it."
Steven scratched his head. As a man of culture—who had binge-read countless web novels before transmigrating—he quickly figured out what this meant.
Basically, it was a limiter. A currency system for using his cheats. If he wanted to use hacks, he had to earn the world's approval first. Functionally, it wasn't that different from the usual "gain points to trade for cheats" system.
The only difference was that these hacks were already his. He could activate them anytime. Worst-case scenario, he'd just get caught and booted from the server afterward.
And that—getting kicked out right after finally arriving here—was absolutely unacceptable.
"The real question is… how do I get more points? Quests? Grinding EXP? Robbing people?"
Steven frowned, chin in hand, and opened his minimap.
[Terra Continent — Iberian Coast x:23231 z:-41754 y:21]
Coordinates and location, neatly displayed. And the name Terra—yeah, that rang a bell.
Terraria. Another sandbox legend, right up there with Minecraft. No self-respecting gamer-otaku like him wouldn't know it.
But hang on. If this really was Terraria, shouldn't it all be pixelated too? Why did it look so… crisp and real?
He glanced at the white-haired girl beside him, who was watching him with wide, innocent eyes, then shook his head.
The visuals here were definitely not pixel-art mode.
"…Dad?"
The girl, Gladiia, clearly had no idea what was going through Steven's mind. When she saw him spacing out again, she reached out, grabbed his hand, and pressed it gently against her forehead and cheek. Tilting her head pitifully, she looked up at him with puppy eyes.
"…We'll fix your brain later. Be good, go play with some sand for now, alright?"
Her timing completely derailed his thoughts. Helplessly, Steven ruffled her silky white hair before trying to shoo her off to the side.
[Ding! Interaction with story character detected. World Acknowledgement Point +1.]
"…Huh?"
Steven froze mid-headpat.
Wait. Wait wait wait.
You mean I can earn points just by petting people's heads?
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Note: Character Illustration is in this Google Drive:
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1iuyfwNVFHzIi9H4rWNT_lAm7jTSiah_M