The Protagonist’s Daddy Long Legs – Chapter 2

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Wjin
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The world of Heavenly Bright Moon followed a martial arts style.

Yes.

Martial arts ‘style’.

Not quite martial arts.

That’s why I was certain that I had entered the unique world of Heavenly Bright Moon as soon as I saw the scenery.

The architecture of the buildings definitely exuded an Eastern ambiance.

The courtyard-style inn visible through the window, and the houses visible through another window.

The roofs adorned with tiles and stylish decorations were strikingly different from those of the Western-based ones.

However, the people were different.

Firstly, the color of people’s hair was far from the typical Eastern palette. Of course, it wasn’t like there was no black hair.

However, with shades of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet, it wasn’t just rainbow socialism; seeing the colors of people’s hair, you could tell this wasn’t simply limited to Eastern aesthetics.

Moreover, their attire, their curvaceous figures that contrasted with their youthful Eastern faces.

It was a mix of East and West, a blend of clothing, physique, and appearances so chaotic that it was hard to tell where their roots lay.

Of course, it wasn’t a problem.

If it’s hot, it’s justified.

“Hmm…”

I turned my gaze from the second-floor window to a woman on the street, her long sword at her side, her wide hips swaying seductively with each step.

Just look at the clothes she was wearing.

That short skirt!

And garter belt!

That body-hugging top!

Those clothes, weren’t they the outfit called “Proof of Rage” in Heavenly Bright Moon? You could only get them by clearing a certain difficult dungeon…

Then, the woman slightly turned her head. Did she notice me staring from the second-floor window?

As her black eyes seemed to meet mine, I quickly blinked.

A crescent moon formed on her slightly red, plump lips. She gently smiled, blew a kiss with a hand covered in a black glove, and disappeared back into the crowd, her hips swaying alluringly.

Hmm…

She was dressed in a way that would make fundamentalists cough up blood.

But there’s no rule against garter belts in martial arts!

As long as it’s hot, who cares!

Anyway,

It was almost certain that this was the world of Heavenly Bright Moon.

I got up from my seat and left the room, climbing the stairs leading upwards.

It was a four-story building. Half of the first floor was a store, the other half and the second floor were decorated as an inn and a restaurant, and the third and fourth floors had rooms for guests to rest.

As I went upstairs, the innkeeper, probably a waiter judging by his looks, a rather young man, greeted me with a surprised bow.

“Innkeeper, were you calling?”

Innkeeper, huh.

I glanced at myself in a mirror in the hallway. Reflected back was a bulky, muscular man with a thick beard and a somewhat rugged appearance.

“Yes.”

I gave a light nod, and he bowed again before going downstairs. Passing him, I went up, and further up.

Reaching the top floor, I stepped onto the roof and looked out.

Maybe it was because I was high up?

The view of the village came into sight.

And.

I turned my gaze towards the mountain with its beautiful scenery.

The Thousand Day Plum Blossoms.

Because of these strange plum blossoms that bloomed regardless of the season, the mountain looked like a red star.

On that red star, a sect had long been established.

The Hongseong sect, a women’s sect led by the Sword Saint Na Yerin, stood proudly.

“This is before the prologue.”

The fact that the Hongseong sect was intact and this village still stood was proof of that.

I returned to my room and sat down, staring at the mirror.

Just one of the countless extras that existed in this village.

The village that took care of Sayoon, the sole survivor after the Hongseong sect was attacked and burned down by the Iron Blood Clan in the prologue.

The village that, in the middle of Chapter 1, would be massacred, becoming the catalyst for her to enter the world of martial arts.

According to the original scenario, these people were destined to die soon.

Looking at the man reflected in the mirror, I smiled.

An unfamiliar face.

But I knew his name.

The owner of the only store and inn in Seomhwa Village, whose name only appeared in Sayoon’s prologue and Chapter 1.

The extra, ‘Yu Wol’, who only had his name mentioned briefly in the game without ever showing his face.

If I had received his role.

Then there was only one thing I had to do.

“Seomhwa Village? Ah, don’t even get me started. There’s no better place to live in the world.”

“Do bandits come by? Or maybe evil monsters?”

“Monsters don’t dare approach because of Mount Yeongsan’s protection, and with the Sword Saint residing here, bandits and thugs wouldn’t dare show their faces.”

“I hear from the occasional merchant that the outside world is chaotic, but what can you do? We’re grateful to live without any major problems, aren’t we?”

The weight of the Sword Saint was by no means light. One of the top ten strongest individuals in the world.

Even the massive, pillar-like greatsword she wielded, despite its overwhelming size and weight, was as light as a silk cloth in the hands of the Sword Saint.

None had stood before her greatsword and survived, and all who witnessed her beautiful, dance-like swordsmanship sang her praises.

That was Sword Saint Na Yerin.

“Of course, she dies in the prologue.”

Yes. That powerful Sword Saint Na Yerin dies in the prologue.

She consumes poison, and in a state of blindness, fights dozens of Iron Blood Clan masters using only her senses.

After sustaining considerable injuries in the process, she loses her life at the hands of the Iron Blood Water Lord, one of the five lords of the Iron Blood Clan.

Of course, even in that process, she severely injures the Iron Blood Water Lord, forcing him to retreat, and manages to save Sayoon, the youngest and only surviving disciple of the Hongseong sect.

The reason the Hongseong sect is destroyed is because Na Yerin dies.

Even if the buildings of the Hongseong sect are destroyed and Mount Hongseong burns,

As long as she and a few of her disciples survive, the Hongseong sect can always rise again.

And Sayoon, who lost her master and sect after learning only half of the Hongseong Divine Art, would not despair or suffer from her incomplete martial arts skills.

Most of the characters in Heavenly Bright Moon had a master, senior, or junior who could teach them.

If she had been properly taught, with her potential, which allowed her to catch up to others despite learning half-baked martial arts by herself while fighting strong opponents…

Surely she could become overwhelmingly strong, surpassing them all?

Alright, good. Then what I had to do was decided.

Somehow, I had to find a way to save Na Yerin.

However, this method wasn’t without risks.

There’s a saying, the butterfly effect. I knew that the changes I make would inevitably have a significant impact on the future story.

However.

If the main story was meant to be resolved through her suffering.

“Then it’s better if it doesn’t exist at all.”

From now on, I’m changing the genre from human documentary to heartwarming.

It was something I, carrying the hopes and dreams of 50 million Sayoon fans on my back, had to do.

Although it was located near Mount Hongseong, the sacred mountain, Seomhwa Village was a small, unremarkable village. Most of the people who came to Seomhwa Village were Taoist priests or shamans visiting Mount Yeongsan for pilgrimage, and martial artists visiting the Hongseong sect.

But even though it was a small village, it had a government office and was a place where people lived.

As I entered the market street, the smell of life grew stronger. I wondered what they could possibly be selling and buying in this small village. Even though the sun was setting, there were still quite a few people in the market trying to get their hands on cheap goods at bargain prices.

As I walked lost in thought, my eyes fell upon a stall with colorful candies.

“Hmm…”

Unlike other disciples of the Hongseong sect, Sayoon was an orphan before Na Yerin took her in as her disciple.

As a result, unlike the other disciples, she received no financial support from her family and had little money to spend on herself.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if she had other sponsors, but she didn’t even have that, so she couldn’t even buy cheap candies like these.

Of course, she might have been able to get a few from other disciples when they were eating, but she would have felt self-conscious.

Hmm…

“What to do…”

Of course, if Na Yerin lived and taught her properly, Sayoon would become strong enough by mastering the Hongseong Divine Art.

But as long as I was here, I wanted to be a little greedier.

What I, and all of us, wanted to see was for her to be happy.

Despite her sharp tongue and prickly demeanor that matched her somewhat rough appearance, I wanted Sayoon, who was actually a sweet girl at heart, to experience happiness in her own way.

Using the knowledge I had, I could make sure Sayoon learned and experienced everything she could without lacking anything.

The problem was how to approach her.

The Hongseong sect was strictly a no-men-allowed zone.

No man could cross the entrance of the Hongseong sect.

Even letters, food, or necessities used by the sect were only delivered to the entrance, and the disciples had to carry them in themselves.

So, to approach her, I would have to wait for the occasional times she came down to the market.

I crossed my arms and pondered my options.

“Hoo hoo… Hey, mister, want to be secret friends? I’ll let you touch my boobs and I’ll even give you money.”

“What’s a secret friend?”

“It’s like this, we talk to each other, and we can go eat delicious things (candy) without the others knowing…. Wouldn’t it be fun? We could even have thrilling experiences (clearing hidden dungeons) that other disciples can only dream of….”

No way.

This was absolutely not it.

If anyone saw us, they’d report us to the authorities immediately.

Right now, Sayoon was probably not even 15 years old, and I was in my early to mid-thirties at best… It would be a dangerous relationship no matter how you looked at it.

I quickly revised the plan I had just come up with.

It was too risky to approach her directly.

In that case, there was only one thing to do.

I walked through the market. As the setting sun painted the sky with a brilliant red glow, the stalls of the merchants closing up shop for the day were disappearing one by one.

I stopped at one of these stalls.

It was a stall selling miscellaneous goods.

Bamboo hats, tobacco, flints, accessories, dried meat, and more.

Random items with no clear origin or category, much like this world, were scattered about haphazardly, and the man sitting there didn’t seem particularly interested in selling anything.

In other words, this man wasn’t here to sell things.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have ignored me as I browsed his wares.

“This, this, this, and this.”

I picked a bamboo hat, tobacco, flint, and a small wooden bracelet.

The man, who had been staring at me blankly, held out his hand.

“One silver coin.”

I took the hat and put it on, then lit the paper-rolled tobacco. As the grayish-white smoke rose, I put the wooden bracelet in my pocket and said,

“Meet me at the inn by midnight.”

There was no answer. But I knew he would come.

After all.

He was part of Heavenly Bright Moon’s game system.

A member of the Courier’s Guild, who delivered letters and items all over the continent, whom all characters would meet in the prologue.

I returned to the inn and waited in my room, smoking my tobacco. As the sun set, the moon rose, and as the moon began its ascent to the peak of the dark sky, I sat at my desk.

And calmly began to write.

Making everything from scratch was a problem.

And barging into a no-men-allowed zone was also a problem.

I took my brush and wrote everything down in one go. After making sure the ink on the paper was completely dry, I put it in an envelope. Then, I put it in a small box along with a silver coin and sealed it.

All that was left was to wait.

How long had I waited, sitting in my chair and puffing on my tobacco?

“Delivery from the Courier’s Guild.”

As the moon, which had been climbing the sky, reached its peak, a figure clad in black and wearing a hood stood at the window.

He was slightly taller than me, with broad shoulders. I couldn’t see his face because of the hood, but his build alone radiated a sense of determination and confidence in his abilities.

His exposed eyes held a sharp glint.

As expected of a member of the Courier’s Guild, known for completing their missions no matter what.

I handed him the box.

“Express delivery, and keep the sender’s identity confidential.”

He replied in the same serious tone as before,

“That will be one silver coin, sir.”

I silently handed him the silver coin, and he nodded.

Sender unknown.

And the recipient was the sect right next door.

One might wonder why I would use the Courier’s Guild when I could just walk over and deliver it myself, but he seemed like the kind of person who valued the principles and beliefs of the Courier’s Guild as I knew them.

He didn’t ask, he didn’t pry.

As if his only duty was to deliver this letter, he swiftly turned and leaped from the four-story building, sprinting away.

As expected of the Courier’s Guild.

I watched him go through the haze of smoke from my tobacco, a smile spreading across my face.

I couldn’t contain my joy.

I couldn’t suppress my excitement.

I couldn’t hold back my passion.

And so, on behalf of everyone, I declared to this world,

“You’re not a trash character anymore.”

Because I,

We, will make sure of it.

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