CHAPTER 39: MY DAUGHTER IS OVERPOWERED

Azel carried Lilia up, placing her carefully on his lap.

She was small — far smaller than her voice and magical presence suggested.

Her soft pink hair brushed against his chin as she shifted, and her fingers curiously twirled through his long silver hair.

"Papa, your hair is long," she said, tugging lightly at a strand with childish fascination.

Azel chuckled quietly. Her voice was sweet, musical, like a windchime in spring.

He reached up and patted her head, his palm sinking into the silky softness of her hair.

She giggled at his touch, her legs kicking playfully against his knee.

’Can I get some information about summoning?’ Azel asked inwardly, leaning against the wall as his new "daughter" wriggled comfortably in his arms.

He hadn’t really expected a response — it was the first time he’d posed a direct question to the System but then...

[A summoning card is a bridge between worlds, a thread spun from possibility. It can call forth beings from other realms crafted by the same creators of this one. Beasts, warriors, sorcerers — what appears depends on the fickle tides of chance, and your fortune when the card is drawn.]

Azel blinked at the poetic delivery, momentarily impressed.

"I see..." he murmured absentmindedly.

His fingers idly combed through Lilia’s pink hair as he mulled over how he was supposed to explain this to Gerome and Lorraine.

How exactly did he tell them that a glowing card from another world had given him a daughter?

Who would believe him?

Not even the maddest man on the Streets of Starbloom would believe him.

His thoughts were interrupted by Lilia’s sudden cheer.

"Papa! Look!"

She was perched sideways on his lap now, one hand extended forward.

Azel felt it before he saw it — mana.

Dense, swirling, raw mana that gathered like a small storm in her palm.

His eyes widened as an intense blue flame flickered into existence, brighter and deeper than any spell he’d seen before.

She clearly had a talent for mana.

"Hehe, good girl," Azel murmured, ruffling her hair proudly.

Her delighted giggle rang out like a bell, and as soon as he praised her, the flame dispersed in a shimmer of blue motes.

"System," Azel said quietly, "give me her stats."

[Status Screen]

[Name: Lilia Winters (Registered As Your Daughter)]

[Age: 7]

[Title:]

[Witch’s Descendant]

[The Witch, a magus feared even by gods, bent the world to her whim in the game Fall Into Depravity. Any descendant bearing this title inherits her unmatched affinity for magic, a spark of her impossible will.]

[Chosen By Mana]

[Mana sings to her, wild and reverent. It coils eagerly at her fingertips, awaiting her command, for even the elements recognize her as kin.]

[Daddy’s Girl]

[She adores her Papa with all her heart and would tear heaven and earth apart for his praise.]

[Class: None]

[Bloodline: Everhart]

[Bloodline Skills]

[Mana Chains]

[Chains forged of pure mana, unyielding and absolute, able to bind flesh, spirit, and shadow alike so long as her will remains unbroken.]

[Mana Burst]

[Condenses mana until it burns white-hot, a flame so pure it can melt steel and sear even enchanted barriers.]

[Blink]

[A ripple in space, allowing her to vanish and reappear within 5 meters in an instant.]

[???]

[???]

[More bloodline skills can be unlocked upon selecting a class.]

[Strength: 25 (D)]

[Speed: 30 (D)]

[Endurance: 20 (D)]

[Magic: 20,000 (A){

[Passive Abilities: Mana Sense, High Regeneration]

[Skills]

[Hour of the Genius (Level 1)]

→ [0 Exp]

[A genius is a storm, sudden and undeniable. In a single breath, they see the world not as it is, but as it could be — and in that moment, fate bends.]

[Allows the user to momentarily slow their perception of time, harnessing all mana in a 5-meter radius and weaving it into any spell or creation they can envision.]

[Cooldown: 3 Hours (Reduced by Bloodline).]

Azel stared blankly at the screen for several seconds.

Then he muttered, "Woah... my daughter is overpowered."

He wasn’t exaggerating either.

Compared to the stats he’d had upon arrival in this world, Lilia was a monster.

If he’d possessed even half that raw power back then, he could have flattened those slavers without breaking a sweat.

He eyed her, this small, cheerful child still seated happily in his lap, humming softly to herself.

"Seven years old and already has stats better than most nobles," Azel muttered. "I swear, this world keeps getting crazier."

His thoughts drifted. He remembered hearing about Fall Into Depravity.

He hadn’t played it himself, but the fandom had been obsessed with it.

His gamer friends used to gush about it endlessly, about its infamously dark storylines and incredible magic system.

Honestly, if he hadn’t played Fall of Ares first, he might’ve gone for Depravity... though knowing his luck, that game probably ended in another tragic bloodbath too.

A knock snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Sir Azel?" Lorraine’s voice drifted from outside his room. "I’ve cooked dinner and brought some for you."

Azel smiled faintly. Her voice was warmer than before — still formal, but not as hollow.

She was beginning to trust him.

"Feel free to come in," Azel called.

The door creaked open, and Lorraine stepped in gracefully, balancing a tray of food.

Azel blinked — she’d changed into a black dress that hugged her figure elegantly.

It wasn’t flashy, but on her, it was... distracting.

Lorraine’s smile lit up as she entered, but then it froze mid-step when her gaze fell on Lilia.

"Who is she?"

"My daughter," Azel replied without missing a beat.

Lilia puffed up proudly on his lap. "Yes! I’m Papa’s big girl!" she declared with innocent confidence.

Then, tilting her head at Lorraine, she asked curiously, "Are you my mama?"

Lorraine’s face turned scarlet so fast Azel almost laughed.

She fumbled with the tray, barely managing to set it down before she could drop it.

Lorraine had seen strange things back in the Aegis Empire — spirits, familiars, even living enchantments bound to magus.

But this? This girl radiated magic so dense and overwhelming that it made Lorraine’s knees weak.

The raw power rolling off her was intense.

And yet, she was just a sweet little child calling Azel "Papa."

Lorraine bowed respectfully, not just to Azel but to the girl as well.

"Forgive me," she said softly, lowering her gaze.

"Wait," Azel called as she turned to leave.

She paused, glancing back curiously.

He reached into his pocket and retrieved the Rank 4 Magic Crystal of the Shadow Wraith, holding it out to her.

"Yes, sir?" she asked hesitantly.

Azel smirked faintly. "First of all, you don’t have to call me sir. We’re the same age. Second..."

He placed the glowing crystal into her hands. "Consider this a gift. Take it — it’ll help you grow stronger."