So I’m Actually a Legendary Dad

“Dad, you’ve been sitting on this rock all morning without saying a word. Are you upset?” A girl of eight or nine scrambled up the rock to stand before Chen Changsheng, her voice clear and melodious, sweetly childish.

To be honest, Chen Changsheng was indeed in low spirits—profoundly so. The system that had accompanied him for three years had unilaterally terminated their contract, leaving him no recourse.

Three years ago, he had crossed over from Earth to this place called the Land of Singing Snow, and signed a contract with a World System. Overjoyed, he believed this system would help him dominate his new world, slay monsters, and reach the pinnacle of life.

To his surprise, what the World System proceeded to teach him was cooking, carpentry, blacksmithing, music, chess, poetry, painting, raising pigs, dogs, chickens, ducks, growing vegetables, planting trees, and tending flowers.

What kind of skills were these? What use were they in a world of cultivation?

For three long years, he endured and learned all these miscellaneous arts, convinced that once he mastered them, the system would finally instruct him in the ways of cultivation.

But instead, the system dissolved their contract. It was gone, just like that.

So Chen Changsheng had sat in silence on this rock the entire morning, unable to utter a single word. Yet now, gazing into the bright, innocent eyes of the little girl before him, much of his frustration seemed to melt away.

Yes, with Die’er by his side, who needed a system?

He fondly pinched the girl's s