[Total sales amount updated.]

[Achievement: 5-Year-Old Billionaire Tycoon unlocked!]

[(Due to the effect of an Unknown Title, 1% of each sale will now be deposited into the Filial Piety Points piggy bank.)]

Guru gaped.

She hadn’t quite understood it the first time, so she carefully reread the status window again.

'Was this achievement triggered from selling so many drones?'

Narrowing her eyes, she tapped her chin thoughtfully.

A portion of sales becomes Filial Piety Points?

That means—

More sales = More Filial Piety Points!

And with Filial Piety Points, she could level up!

Big sales = Tons of Filial Piety Points = Consecutive level-ups!

If things went according to plan...

'Gwuu gonna be da Gweatest of aww!'

Stars lit up in her big round eyes.

She’d become the sales queen and level up with Filial Piety Points!

It was way better than slogging through dungeons.

Adults were hesitant to take Guru into dungeons, and last time she stormed one alone, she nearly got labeled a criminal and ended up wanted.

“Bayii, if Gwuu wevew-up wots and become da gweatest, can she take da 99th fwow away fwom Daddychann?”

“In theory, yes.”

Veilach replied with a look that said, as if you could, practically dripping with scorn.

Mephisto instantly kicked him like a traitorous court eunuch.

Watching the two bicker, Guru snorted.

“Gwuu can do it too.”

All she needed was level-ups...

Wait a sec.

Guru turned to the dodging Veilach, who was fleeing Mephisto’s endless flying kicks.

“How many wevew-ups Gwuu need?”

It was a super important question for her.

“Ugh! At the very least, enough to open the Cradle. Becoming the Sovereign of the Snowfield is just the first step.”

“Beeeeep—!”

“You diswoyaw son of a—!”

Papapapap—!

'Mephi so good at kickin’...'

Guru stared, distracted for a moment by Mephisto’s brilliant hit-and-run combos before asking:

“But what’s ‘Yowang’?”

“It’s the Cradle. The primordial space. It’s where Sheir creates his bloodline and followers. You damn pest! Can you dodge this?!”

“Beep-beepii—!”

Swoosh-swish!

'Havin’ fun, huh...'

Guru, watching them with a glazed expression, nodded and pulled out the snow bunny.

'In Jeju, Snow Bunny opened da Cradwe fow me.'

The small snow bunny, who’d been napping in her bag all along, yawned.

With a little sprout on its head, it washed its face like a cat and hopped over to nuzzle Guru’s cheek.

“Snow Bunny... huh!”

Guru covered her mouth mid-sentence.

It was her very first bloodline... and she hadn’t even named it yet!

“Snow Bunny, Gwuu gonna name ya!”

The snow bunny’s eyes instantly welled up with emotion.

“Kyuu kyuu! Kyuoo!”

It bounced excitedly and wagged its thumb-sized tail like a puppy.

'Shooo cute... Gwuu shouwd’ve done it soonuh!'

“Sorry-sowwy.”

As Guru petted it, she started brainstorming.

“Whut name’d be good?”

The snow bunny glanced shyly at Mephisto and Veilach.

“Kyuoo...”

Seemed like it wanted a name like its big brothers.

Mephisto... Veilach... they both sounded strong.

As expected of her child—same taste!

Alright. She’d give it an ultra-powerful, final-boss-sounding name.

Pulling inspiration from the final villain ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) in Magical Girl Miracle, Guru declared:

“Wucshifew! How’s dat?”

The snow bunny flinched like lightning had struck.

“No wike?”

It shook its head furiously, tears welling up.

“You cryin’?!” 😱

Tears and snot plopped from its eyes and nose.

At the same time, cold wind rushed in—and a pure white snowfield spread beneath their feet.

[You have entered the Cradle of Bloodlines.]

Mephisto and Veilach stopped mid-brawl.

A snowfield had manifested inside the dungeon.

“Cradwe-mode?”

“Beep?!”

“Incredibwe...!”

Guru’s eyes grew round.

It had failed back in Jeju, but now it worked!

“We did it, Few!”

Guru rejoiced, and Lucsipher (the renamed snow bunny) began bouncing around excitedly.

“Few can open da Cradwe fow Gwuu? ‘Cuz Few is Gwuu’s baby?”

“Kyu kyuu.”

Lucsipher nodded seriously.

“Aha!”

Guru clapped—then asked suddenly,

“Wait, is it cuz Gwuu can’t open it and Few hewpin’?”

“Kyuoo.”

Lucsipher nodded again with an innocent gaze.

Ah! So that’s what it was. Guru looked a bit deflated.

But hey—she didn’t know how to use the Cradle anyway!

Sniffling once, she grinned again.

'Whatevew! As wong as someone can open it, dat’s what mattuhs!'

In the meantime, her leveling must’ve also empowered Lucsipher.

When Guru hugged Lucsipher and kissed its cheek, Mephisto’s eyes narrowed like daggers.

Veilach, on the other hand, gaped in surprise.

“This is...”

The snowfield Lucsipher had summoned only spanned about 10cm around Guru.

“It’s... so pathetically tiny...”

“......!”

Guru flinched.

Her cheeks flushed crimson with sudden embarrassment.

“I-I can make a biggew one!”

“Don’t bother. Even if it grows, it’s still pathetic.”

“If Gwuu wevew-ups more...”

“What level are you now? 600?”

“Fou—”

“Don’t tell me... 400?”

“Fowty......”

A long silence followed.

Only the tick-tock of the Filial Piety Factory could be heard.

Then—pft! Like air escaping a balloon, the snowfield vanished.

Apparently even that much had pushed Lucsipher too far; he toppled onto his back, belly up.

“Few!!”

Guru scooped him up, and Veilach watched with a complicated expression.

“......”

Guru rolled her eyes, trying to read the mood.

“......Gwuu can do wots of wevew-ups now tho...”

Veilach, catching Mephisto mid-kick, plopped him on top of Guru’s head.

“Beep!”

“Better to use him.”

“Mephi?”

“Transfer the ‘Monarch’ title from Mephisto and use his skill. He says you’ve done it before.”

“Oh, uh-huh...”

Right—during the RP dungeon, when she’d made Hanghangi her follower, she’d become a monarch.

Back then, she had borrowed Mephisto’s title.

“But you’ll need enough mana to maintain it.”

“How much?”

“As much as you can... until On Jurim gets fully devoured.”

“Okaay...!”

Guru nodded firmly.

Time to start grinding levels.

To save Daddychann, Guru would become the ultimate sales queen!

Clenching her fist, she looked around at the factories.

She already had two massive money-making items.

Railgun Drone and the Criteito Reactor.

They were the ones that made her rich, but...

'Dey cost toooo many Fiwiaw Pointies...'

The higher the item grade, the more Filial Piety Points it consumed exponentially.

So while they were effective money-makers, they weren’t ideal for earning more points.

Plus, when Grandpa helped set up the Filial Factory, he warned her: items that don’t get consumed often should remain scarce.

“You need to preserve the image of an item that’s hard to get, even with money. That’s how you sell few and earn a lot. That’s what people call a luxury brand.”

Guru stroked her chin, recalling Grandpa’s advice.

High-Point items should be luxury-tier. That way she could make fewer but profit more.

With that in mind, Guru was developing a new product that used fewer points but had high consumer turnover—

Syrup.

Easy to make. Cost very little points.

'And adults can use it too!'

Looking at past reviews, adults had trouble using kid-centric toys.

So for many reasons, syrup sales were far more efficient.

'And if Gwuu upgwades syrup, it gets bettuh!'

The cotton candy machine at home wasn’t just for fun.

She was trying to turn syrup—once made only with water—into something else.

It worked!

But the problem was something else: sales routes.

To become the ultimate sales queen, she couldn’t rely on tiny drops shipped to an agency.

She needed mass distribution.

***

A squeaky old tricycle rolled toward the Hyeonak Guildmaster’s office.

Squeak-squeak-squeak—

Jurim, who’d been scrolling through mom café comments, turned at the sound.

“...?”

Gwuu stopped ridin’ after dat crackdown incident, he thought, just as a dopey-looking bear face came into view.

The frown-shaped eyebrows on the bear mask twitched, and from inside came a now-familiar mechanical voice:

— O, Guildmastuh of Hyeonak.

Jurim facepalmed with both hands.

“......”

Was this a dream?

But no matter how much he rubbed his eyes, his daughter was definitely not a hallucination. She was there—in a bear costume, pedaling a tricycle straight into the guildmaster’s office.

— Guildmastuh of Hyeonak. Awake, awe you not?

“No, what... what’s going on? Ahem!”

The absurdity of the situation made even his speech stumble.

— O Guildmastuh, I, Jjapso, have come to seww cotton candy to Hyeonak!

Squeak-squeak—squeeeak—

The tricycle crept closer.

Once at a respectful distance, the bear parked and pulled a pouch from its sling bag.

It was shaped like a half-made bear, with a zipper mouth.

— Open dis, and da cotton candy comes out.

She unzipped it—and bright red cotton candy burst forth like internal organs spilling from a belly.