Embracing his Vidyadhara lineage while staying true to himself should have been a truly freeing experience to Dan Heng. He should have felt true peace with himself for the first time, so... why was he so conflicted?

What should have been a heartfelt reunion had turned into an utter disaster, and Dan Heng didn't know how to remedy it.

He could solve maths problems, understand the intricate sciences of the universe, categorise vast amounts of data in minutes, heck. He could even take down enemies thrice his size and with less strain than the average person. He could cook, clean, even dabble in crafting things. But this? He was at a genuine loss. What should he do if his own son doesn't recognise him?

"Shhh, shh, that's just dada, can't you recognise him?" You pat your son on the back, the toddler crying pitifully, fingers curled into your shirt. Dan Heng has truly never felt more hurt in his life.

The centuries he'd spent on Amphoreus were mere months to the outside world. Yet the seconds seemed to drag on even longer as he looked at the boy.

His son. His own child. His sweet little miracle. How did he not know him? Was it because his hair was longer? Did his face look different? Was it the horns? The tail? He'd been stressed out being separated from you both while on Amphoreus, but now that he was back, his own son didn't even know who he was?

It hadn't have been that long. Was it the colour scheme? Did he look bad in yellow? Could it be? His smell? Did Amphoreus give him an odd scent? Goodness. What should he even do to remedy this? He felt as if he might join the child in tears if he didn't fix this soon.