Why Does Someone Keep Stealing My Dad?

[First Draft of Blurb, 2024.8.22]

After transmigrating into a chaotic age, Dao Ling isn't even as tall as a fence, yet she's already forced to take up the cleaver at home and protect her useless dad from people with bad intentions.

Her useless dad is so breathtakingly beautiful and frail that he can barely walk a few steps without leaning weakly against a wall. He's also a crybaby who can't stop the tears once they start. He's survived this long entirely thanks to everyone's kindness. Whenever anyone with ill intentions shows up, all he can do is surrender and wait to be killed. Every day, he's sprinting down the road to losing his virtue.

"Da Ya, hurry! Your dad's been snatched by bandits again!"

"Boss, hurry! Your dad's been snatched by the soldiers again!"

"My lord, hurry! Your dad's been snatched by the enemy again!"

"..."

The world's standards of beauty are so infuriatingly normal that Dao Ling could cry, but why does everyone have the same bad habit of just snatching people? Officials do it, bandits do it; enemies snatch friends, and women do it, but even men are getting in on it!

Luckily, this body is born with superhuman strength, and her own brains aren't half bad either. It's just that every day, she gets the distinct feeling she's transmigrated into some travelogue...

Useless Dad: Nannan, save me QAQ!

With her forty-meter cleaver on her shoulder, Dao Ling spends every day racing to save her useless dad, carving out a place for herself in this chaotic age.

Dao Ling: You dare snatch my dad? I'll snatch your whole world!

Theme: Still thinking about it.