The greatest pain a person can experience is, first, burns, and second, cuts.
From the third place onward, the ranking varies, but most people tend to prioritize the pain of childbirth, and after that, it differs depending on the statistics.
However, when a man is hit in the testicles, the pain definitely ranks within the top 10. If we limit it to just n, it would definitely be in the top three.
Even though they are exposed outside, testicles are still organs. If an organ is directly struck, the pain is beyond words.
Sotis, there may be people who are fine after getting hit in the testicles, but those people aren’t trained—they are just accustod to pain.
Anyway, if an ordinary person gets hit properly, they will be incapable of moving for about five minutes, and in severe cases, they might end up as the famous figure in that viral clip.
Even just flicking with a finger can send a horrible pain surging, so what would happen if a stronger shock ca?
It’s not just awful pain; the stars would start spinning in front of your eyes. What’s worse, this pain doesn’t co instantly; it slowly creeps up on you.
That ans you shouldn’t rely on luck, like fainting. In other words, you need to feel the waves of pain that gradually build up.
“Are, are you okay now?”
“… …”
I couldn’t even respond to Arwen’s concerned question. Right now, I was in a state where I couldn’t even scream.
Cold sweat stread down, and saliva dripped from my open mouth onto the floor.
I tried to wrap my arms around my stomach to alleviate the pain, but it didn’t help at all.
If I had to compare, it felt like soone had stabbed a knife into my belly and was twisting it around.
“Appa?”
A cute child’s voice clearly pierced my ears. The one responsible for experiencing this pain.
I quickly processed that thought and barely lifted my head.
The pain was still there, but I wanted to at least see the child’s face.
As soon as I lifted my head, I saw two pairs of eyes looking at . One pair had silver-gray pupils, and the other had golden eyes.
The silver-gray eyes were filled with deep emotion, while the golden eyes were sparkling with innocence.
It seed like the child didn’t even realize what they had done wrong. Well, I suppose that’s to be expected.
I wanted to smile for their sake, but the pain was so intense that I lowered my head again.
I couldn’t even get to the bed. I would have to wait like this, holding my stomach for a while.
“Hu…”
About five minutes had passed. I let out a deep breath as the pain gradually eased.
Thankfully, the impact wasn’t as concentrated as a baseball; otherwise, I would never have been able to have children again.
I wiped off the cold sweat that had dripped like rain during that short ti and lifted my head.
I looked up and saw Arwen and the child’s faces. I smiled weakly and tried to act like I was fine.
“…I think I’m okay now.”
“Really? If it still hurts, we should call a doctor or a priest…”
“No, really, I’m fine.”
“If your testicle burst, we would’ve called for a doctor or a priest right away. But I checked, and my precious testicles are perfectly fine.”
Besides, I had just been talking to Luminous, who would have warned if sothing was wrong. The gods would care about my offspring as well.
I wiped my forehead, which was drenched in cold sweat, again and looked at the child.
The child, who had just been born, looked sad, as if they understood their mistake.
Moreover, the little sprout that had been standing up was now drooping. It seed that, like F’s ears, this sprout expressed emotions.
“Hey.”
“Uh-huh.”
“From now on, when you run, try to run slowly. And don’t jump on people like you did to your daddy. Understand?”
“Uh?”
The child tilted their head and blinked at my words. I stared blankly at that reaction and then chuckled weakly.
Now that I think about it, the child was so new that it made more sense they didn’t understand than that they did.
I made a ntal note to explain things gradually when I had the chance, then pushed myself up with so effort.
Though my abdon still ached like it had been stabbed, it wasn’t to the point I couldn’t bear it.
“Uht-cha.”
“Uh?”
I lifted the child into my arms and adjusted my posture so she could lean on .
I t the child’s golden eyes, which were wide and bright. She blinked at , staring back.
How could such a cute being exist? Her wings were adorable, but the little sprout on top of her head was especially charming.
‘But what should I na her?’
Putting the treatnt aside, I needed to figure out the most important thing—the na. I couldn’t keep calling her “the child” forever.
It seed that the child picked up on my thoughts, as she blinked a few tis and then cheerfully shouted:
“Na?”
“Yes, a na. We’re going to choose your na now.”
“Na!”
It was clear she didn’t know what “na” ant, but I couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable response.
I looked at Arwen.
When our eyes t, she gave a helpless smile, perhaps agreeing with the idea of choosing a na.
“Do you have a good na?”
“…”
Arwen didn’t respond imdiately, looking awkward. At first, I thought she might be embarrassed to suggest a cheesy na.
“Baby?”
“Uh?”
Just then, the child spoke with a puzzled tone. Both Arwen and I looked at her imdiately after hearing that.
Her little sprout was standing up straight, and her eyes were sparkling as she stared at Arwen.
Then, the child put her thumb in her mouth, sucking on it, and clearly said one word at a ti.
“Issac.”
“That’s your daddy’s na…”
“ and Isaac. Baby. Na?”
“… …”
As everyone knows, the child has telepathy.
As soon as she read my thoughts, she blurted out those words in her awkward speech.
In other words, she had read Arwen’s thoughts and repeated what she had been thinking.
After processing that, I began to slowly piece together the words the child had said.
‘Na of the baby born between and Isaac…?’
This is just my guess, but it seed like Arwen had already decided on a na in advance.
Here I was, holding this child who had been born from the pain in my abdon, and already, she was picking a na for the second generation.
It hadn’t even been a week since the first night, but here we were, deciding on a na for our child. It was such an Arwen-like thing to do.
“… …”
Of course, when she realized that her thoughts had been fully exposed, her face turned bright red.
I smiled weakly as I watched Arwen, her face burning like a sunset. She must have been so embarrassed.
And before long, her feelings were reflected in her actions.
She threw herself toward the bed, looking like she was about to cry, hiding her face in the pillow.
Whenever Arwen felt embarrassed, she would react this way—burying her face in the pillow to avoid showing her face.
“Er… Er… El…”
“Huh?”
“El… Risha! Elisha!”
That’s the na of the Elf Queen from the Zenon Chronicles, right? Could it be that they were thinking of naming the child Elisha?
I imdiately turned to look at the bed, where Arwen was flailing around like a freshly caught fish.
Her legs were kicking wildly as if to express her feelings.
All her hidden emotions were now exposed.
She probably wanted to hide in a mouse hole right about now.
During the grand confrontation with Cecily last ti, her comnts about Elf-style communism were extre, but this ti, her own desires were on full display.
“Am I crazy… I want… to die?”
“Heh.”
She kept reading. After lightly scolding the child, I walked over to Arwen.
I needed to calm her down quickly, for the sake of the child’s emotions.
“Arwen.”
“Ugh…”
“The na we give our child will be just that, so don’t worry. Let’s focus on naming the child first.”
Even though the na hadn’t been decided by Mary, if Arwen was set on one, it would be a death sentence if anyone found out.
Arwen, finally calming down thanks to my comforting words, stopped wriggling around like a fish.
She turned her face towards and the child, her ears turning bright red—she must have been terribly embarrassed.
“Don’t tell anyone.”
“If you do, I’ll die.”
“Appa, huh?”
“Not right now.”
But soon enough, I’d probably be dead. I held back the rest of my words and gently placed the child on the bed.
She was surprisingly calm, and it was a relief. At least she wasn’t a hyperactive little potato-head like so toddlers. If her personality had been that way, it would’ve been hell.
“Let’s see… what na would suit you?”
I stared at the child, deep in thought. Arwen also cautiously raised her body.
anwhile, the child continued to look at both of us alternately with her signature blank expression.
The translucent wings on her back fluttered slightly, and the small sprout on top of her head remained firmly upright.
Her appearance was so unique that choosing a na was proving difficult.
While Zenon Chronicles is fictional and I could na her however I liked, this situation required more care.
Since she was a girl, I was sure we’d choose a girl’s na. However, finding the right one for this child was far from easy.
“Uhm…”
“Heave-ho.”
While I was deep in thought, the child suddenly stood up on her own two feet.
Seeing that, I had no choice but to pause my thinking. I was concerned it might be sothing odd, so I kept an eye on her.
She then walked over to on her two legs…
“Appa.”
She imdiately snuggled into my arms.
I blinked, surprised at the suddenness, before wrapping my arms around her.
“Hehe.”
The child giggled happily as soon as I embraced her. She rubbed her face against my chest, clearly enjoying the warmth of my embrace.
I smiled at her, feeling overwhelmingly affectionate. It was almost maddening how adorable she was.
As the gods had said, I’d raise her with love, but it was clear she would be loved no matter what, even without .
“…Ariel.”
“Uhm?”
“Ariel seems like the best na.”
In my past life, there was a famous angel known as Ariel, one of the seven archangels.
Though she wasn’t part of that group, Ariel herself was a powerful being.
What symbolized her was nature. She was an angel who particularly loved animals and nature.
Since the child was born from the World Tree’s seed, I felt this na would be the most fitting.
I looked at her again, those radiant golden eyes glowing brightly.
“Your na is Ariel, okay?”
“Ariel?”
“Yes, Ariel.”
“Ariel!”
The child seed to like it, shouting her na with energy. Just as I smiled with contentnt…
Flash!
The translucent wings on Ariel’s back suddenly flickered with light, and a change occurred.
I widened my eyes and watched the wings closely.
They had been wrapped in white light, but it gradually faded. And then, I realized what had happened.
What had once been translucent wings was now more distinct, with colors that were noticeably brighter.
It seed that, by giving her a na, she had established her true identity.
Though the sprout on her head was still there.
‘Maybe the sprout will grow as her body develops?’
I watched Ariel, who now seed closer to an angel than before, and patted her head in silence.
Whether she was an angel or not, I would raise her with all my love.
That wouldn’t change.
I might get a bit scolded by Mary, but I was willing to bear it. If it ca from Hirth, she’d probably accept it, though reluctantly.
“Ariel.”
“Uhm?”
“My na is Isaac. Isaac.”
“I… Saac?”
“Yes, Isaac.”
“Appa!”
“Yeah. Just call ‘Appa.’ It’s easier.”
I smiled softly and turned the child in my arms so she was facing Arwen.
“The elf’s na in front is Arwen. Do you know who she is?”
“Mamma!”
“Yeah. You can call her that too.”
“Uhm…”
As soon as Arwen responded, Ariel stared at her intently. The sprout on her head even leaned slightly towards Arwen.
It seed like she could read her emotions. What exactly was Arwen thinking?
“Dead?”
“…Huh?”
“Fuck. What should we do?”
“…”
It seems like you’re only bringing up the bad things.
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