My Dad is Too Strong-Chapter 330

Chapter 330
A warm energy coursed through Biseon’s body. Was this what resting in paradise felt like? Thinking about this happy question, Biseon slowly opened his eyes.
An unfamiliar ceiling came into view. A gentle breeze drifted in through the slightly open balcony door. Sunlight flooded in, dazzling his eyes, as if to remind him that it was still midday. He pushed aside the thin blanket covering him and sat up. As he slowly shifted his gaze, he found himself staring into the eyes of an unknown man.
The man smiled and asked, “Are you feeling better?”
“Yes, I do... But who might you be?”
“My name is Lee Do-Jun. I’m the owner of this house.”
He seemed like an ordinary human, so Biseon didn’t dwell too much on him and instead tried to recall how he had ended up here. He remembered receiving a page from the Book of Transfer from Ryzagal and traveling to the dimension connected to Earth, where he had encountered Solomon’s subordinate and fought her. And just when he was on the brink of death... He finally remembered why he had gone through all this trouble in the first place.
“Ah! This is no time for just lying down,” he muttered.
He had to meet Izaas immediately. That was the purpose of his journey to Earth. More than that, he owed Izaas a great debt. Biseon abruptly stood up, only to sway as a wave of dizziness overtook him.
Watching him, Do-Jun scratched his cheek and steadied Biseon before guiding him back into a chair and pouring a cup of water.
“Take a moment to recover. Drink some water,” he said.
“T-thank you...”
Biseon downed the cold water in one go, finally feeling himself relax. He still didn’t understand why he had been lying in this human’s home, but he couldn’t deny that he had received help. The least he could do was express his gratitude.
“Thank you for helping—”
“Yong-Yong took care of you for three days straight,” Do-Jun interjected, recalling the scene from a few days ago.
When he arrived home from work, a frail old man was collapsed on the living room floor, groaning in pain. Yong-Yong and Karsiel had been tending to his wounds. Karsiel had explained that the old man was a dragon named Biseon and that he had suffered serious internal injuries in a battle against one of Solomon’s demons. After checking Biseon’s condition, Do-Jun had helped him expel the demonic energy from his body and let him rest.
“Ah, I see... I don’t know who this Yong-Yong is, but please extend my gratitude to them as well,” Biseon said.
It was rare for a stranger to take care of another for three whole days. Biseon thought that Earth was full of kind-hearted people.
Watching Biseon’s reaction, Do-Jun added, “Oh, Izaas is called Yong-Yong on Earth.”
“Hoho, what an amusing name... wait, did you just say Izaas?” Biseon stiffened at the familiar name.
For a moment, he thought it might be a coincidence, but the circumstances suggested otherwise. What truly puzzled him, however, was Do-Jun’s casual way of referring to Izaas without any honorifics. A Dragon Lord being spoken of so informally was unheard of.
Biseon stroked his beard and cleared his throat. “May I ask... what your relationship with Lord Izaas is?”
“We’re family.”
Biseon was confused. Family? With a human? He could hardly believe it.
“When you say family, do you mean you live together?” he asked probingly.
“Yes. It’s been about two years now.”
“Hah... Lord Izaas living with someone? That is quite hard to believe. He used to live alone in his nest, never letting anyone in. What could have caused such a change in his heart...?”
In the Core, Yong-Yong was regarded as an untouchable, unapproachable ruler. Among dragons, reputations were particularly immutable, and the image of Izaas had always been one of absolute authority.
Do-Jun, not too familiar with Yong-Yong’s past, grew curious. He remarked, “I’ve heard he was quite charismatic.”
“Charismatic would be an understatement. Hoho, now, I cannot hold back from telling you about it. Do you know of the Great War in the Deep Realm?” Biseon asked enthusiastically.
“I’ve heard bits and pieces.”
The Great War was fought among various factions for dominance over the Core.
According to adventurers, the conflict had lasted for a long period. It had begun as an internal war among demons, but soon escalated to engulf nearly all species, spilling too much blood. It had dragged on until Solomon emerged as a leader among the demon faction, shifting the tides of battle, only to be ended when Izaas, who had remained neutral, finally intervened.
“Oho! Then you must know of Lord Izaas’ heroic deeds! To explain properly, I must start from when I was conducting magical research on the eleventh floor of the Core. You see, at that point, we dragons had considered ourselves out of the Great War...”
Biseon launched into an impassioned recounting of Izaas’ legacy, explaining why adventurers in the Core called him Overlord—a figure both feared and revered. He vividly described Izaas’ commanding presence, his unshakable dignity, and how his silent, imposing nature made him utterly dependable.
His admiration for Yong-Yong was palpable.
After a lengthy monologue, Biseon finally paused, took a deep breath, and said, “I still have much more to say, but I’ll stop here for now.”
Do-Jun smiled. “I see. Please tell me more next time.”
“By the way, do you know when Lord Izaas will return?”
“Hard to say. Lately, he’s been out late every weekend playing Kick the Can with the kids.”
“Kick the Can...? What is that?”
***
Though summer had passed, the midday heat still lingered.
A child kicked an empty soda can with a loud clang, sending it rolling across the pavement, following which, the other children cheered excitedly and scattered in all directions.
Seated on a bench, Karsiel lazily fanned herself as she watched the game unfold. Then, she saw Biseon stepping out of the villa. Biseon, too, noticed her and approached.
Karsiel stopped fanning herself and greeted him with a casual tone. “You’re up. Feeling better now?”
Biseon nodded and turned his attention to the children. They were running energetically, trying to evade capture. Among them, a small creature darted around, chasing after the kids with determined steps.
According to Do-Jun, Izaas was supposed to be here somewhere.
Where is he?
Biseon scanned the area, but all he saw were children.
“Karsiel.”
“Yeah?”
“Where is Lord Izaas right now?”
“He’s right over there.” Karsiel pointed toward the playing children, but all Biseon saw was the group of kids. Well... there was one small, pet-like creature among them. Yet, no matter how many times he searched, he couldn’t find Izaas.
“Yong-Yong is ‘it’ again! I haven’t been ‘it’ even once yet!” Byeol exclaimed.
That’s when the familiar name reached his ears. Biseon turned to look at the creature called Yong-Yong, the small being furiously stomping its feet as it tried to catch the children. Getting an ominous feeling, Biseon pressed his fingers against his temples.
“Karsiel,” he said slowly.
“Hm?”
“The man named Lee Do-Jun said that on Earth... Lord Izaas goes by the name Yong-Yong...”
***
Do-Jun stopped by the neighborhood grocery store. He had originally planned to come alone, but somehow, he ended up bringing both Yong-Yong and Biseon along. Yong-Yong peeked out from under the hood of Do-Jun’s hoodie, turning his head from side to side as he curiously took in the sights of the store. Biseon followed a step behind, maintaining a slight distance.
“Premium A-grade Korean beef grilling set, one kilogram, for just 100 thousand won!”
Yong-Yong’s ears perked up, and he looked at Do-Jun, silently begging that they wouldn’t just walk past the butcher’s section ahead. Sensing something, Do-Jun turned his head and met Yong-Yong’s sparkling eyes.
“Now that I think about it, it’s been a while since we had beef,” he said.
Yong-Yong from Biseon’s memories had been a truly formidable being. He was
the
Overlord who reigned over the Deep Realm, striking fear into all—a ruler whose sheer charisma commanded an iron-blooded army.
“
Tee
...”
The cold-blooded lor...
“
Teehee
!”
Biseon pressed his palm against his eyes as Yong-Yong eagerly took the pack of beef Do-Jun handed him, cradling it in his arms as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.
Biseon stood frozen, his mouth slightly agape. Could this be a dream? He pinched his cheek, but the pain felt real.
Fine. Personalities could change. But what truly shook Biseon to his core was something else entirely.
“Master, we’re eating this today, right?”
“Yeah.”
Yong-Yong had just called Do-Jun “Master” and was following him around like a loyal pet. What Biseon was witnessing defied all common sense. And it wasn’t just Yong-Yong. Even Karsiel addressed Do-Jun as Master.
Recalling the great beings of the Deep Realm, Bison wondered if Do-Jun was a Transcendent. Maybe he was a being who had surpassed human limits. Among them, Imfelheim had been powerful enough to rival Ryzagal in Biseon’s memory. Given how much time had passed, it wouldn’t be surprising if an even stronger Transcendent had emerged.
But even so, it should be impossible for him to be stronger than Lord Izaas...
***
In front of the villa.
“Well then, I shall take my leave.”
Biseon retrieved a page from the Book of Transfer and clasped his hands together in a formal gesture toward Do-Jun. If Lord Izaas referred to Do-Jun as Master, then no matter how human he was, speaking informally would be a breach of hierarchy.
Then, lowering himself onto one knee before Yong-Yong, he said, “Lord Izaas. I shall visit again. Until then, I wish you continued well-being.”
“Why don’t you stay for dinner?” Yong-Yong asked.
“Yeah, stay. We bought a lot of meat,” Do-Jun also extended the offer.
Biseon shook his head. Just being allowed to stay for three days was already a great kindness. His original reason for coming to Earth was to confirm that Izaas was alive and well. That goal had been achieved. That was enough.
“I shall accept your kindness in spirit. Lord Izaas, please send my regards to Karsiel as well.”
“At least take some food to go. You could eat it later.”
“There’s no need. But I truly appreciate the thought,” Biseon said firmly.
***
Biseon was now back on the sixth floor of the Core.
“Oh, Biseon. You’re back early?” Ryzagal said, closing the book he was using to study Hangul.
He immediately noticed the troubled look on Biseon’s face. No doubt, he was feeling conflicted after witnessing Izaas in his current state.
Ryzagal said slowly, “Biseon. Even if Lord Izaas has changed, he is still our Lord.”
“Okay...? Why are you stating the obvious?”
“I figured you might be disappointed.”
“A little, I won’t deny it. But his essence has not changed.”
Biseon recalled the moment he had been struck down by Solomon’s subordinate. The way Izaas had walked toward the enemy—that was the Lord from his memories.
“Good. But this isn’t like you. Normally, you’d be raving about Lord Izaas’ greatness by now.”
“Well, I’ve just been thinking about something. Do you happen to know anything about a man named Lee Do-Jun?” Biseon asked, then proceeded to recount what had happened on Earth.
He hoped to gather information about Do-Jun, but alas, Ryzagal’s complete focus was elsewhere.
Grabbing Biseon’s shoulders, he suddenly gasped. “Biseon!”
“W-what?”
“You... you... Did you really say that? Are you serious?”
“Which part are you talking about...?”
Ryzagal nearly jumped out of his seat, his voice shaking with excitement. “The beef!”
“What about it?”
“You said they offered to pack some for you?!”
“They did, but I declined since I didn’t need it... Ryzagal? Ryzagal?”
Ryzagal suddenly clutched his chest, staggering backward.
“Hey! Ryzagal! Hey!”
Panicked, Biseon shook Ryzagal’s shoulders as he collapsed in utter shock.