Trash of the Count's Family

Chapter 774

TCF 774

# I’m going to rest now? (1)

“Mm.”

He felt something chilly on his cheek.

Cale slightly tossed and turned after feeling the cool thing on his cheek.

‘...Toss and turn?’

Cale’s mind woke right up.

The last thing he remembered...

Both of his cheeks were slapped by the God of Death’s divine item.

‘And then I fainted.’

He had fainted but he was seated with his face down on a table?

“Fuck.”

‘I’m dreaming.’

Cale realized that he was still unconscious and that this was either his dream or his subconscious.

“I guess you’re finally up.”

Tap.

Cale heard a familiar voice before he heard something being placed next to him.

“...Ha.”

Cale let out a short sigh before opening his eyes. He slowly raised his body to see that his cheek had been on the glass tabletop.

He raised his head to see a typical office setting. It was quite similar to an office Cale had seen in a drama when he was still Kim Rok Soo.

There were cabinets and all sorts of office equipment you would normally see in a company office. However, there were only two desk in here; the one Cale was seated at and the slightly bigger desk opposite Cale that seemed to be for a superior.

‘I can’t see outside.’

All windows had black curtains closed so that he could not look out.

Cale looked down.

He could smell a sweet fragrance coming from the mug.

This was obviously hot cocoa.

Cale looked up again and turned to the side. His mouth opened and a casual voice flowed out.

“God?”

The owner of the familiar voice, the God of Death, gently shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re talking so informally to me.”

He then nodded his head as if he understood.

“I guess you have no reason to speak nicely to me.”

Cale looked up at the person standing next to him and looking down at him before starting to speak.

“This is unexpected.”

His eyes slowly took in the God of Death’s appearance.

“Is this your true appearance?”

“What?”

The God of Death chuckled. He mischievously responded to Cale, who was looking at him as if this truly was unexpected.

“This is how I look when I work. Did you expect something extremely holy or whatnot?”

“...No.”

Cale seemed very shocked as he was unable to hide his emotions as he responded.

“You look more normal than I expected.”

The God of Death looked at Cale as if he was at a loss of words. However, Cale didn’t care about his gaze at all and openly observed the God of Death.

The man in front of him was over 190cm tall and was wearing a sweater and khakis that made Cale think of Earth. The God of Death’s white hair, bronze skin, muscular body and black eyes seemed truly... It seemed oh so very...

“...Your complexion is so good.”

Very healthy.

The God of Death’s complexion was so good that it looked as if he had gotten a basket of herbal medicine and drank it all himself.

“...You look good.”

As Cale started to frown and his gaze turned so sharp and vicious as he glared at the God of Death...

“R, really? Haha-”

The God of Death started laughing. The flaky voice Cale had heard until now could be heard in that laugh. Cale blankly watched before nonchalantly commenting.

“Is that your real voice?”

His eyes headed toward the God of Death’s neck. There was a black light that appeared around the neck area whenever the God of Death talked.

"Ah, right.”

The God of Death approached the empty desk and put his hand on a device on top of it.

Click.

The device made a noise as it turned off and the God of Death reached for the chair.

Clunk.

The God of Death pulled the chair from the other desk and sat down near Cale.

“I called you for a moment since I wanted to chat.”

“...This is your real voice.”

The voice that had been a slightly high tone instantly became low. The voice was more cold than heavy, similar to this domain.

The God of Death peeked at Cale and cautiously asked at that point.

"So, what do you think? Any thoughts about being a Saint?”

Cale looked stupefied.

“Like hell I would.”

“O, okay.”

The God of Death avoided Cale’s gaze after forget respectful, Cale spoke extremely disrespectfully to him. Cale didn’t care and just said what he wanted to say.

“But you never called me to this kind of place until now. Why did you call me here today? You always just said whatever the hell you wanted.”

The God of Death smiled awkwardly at Cale’s tone that sounded vicious because he was so calm.

“To be honestly with you, I needed to use a lot of power to pull you here like this, Cale Henituse.”

He gently opened up his arms.

“Furthermore, in order to bring you here to my work space, in order for a god to show their true self to someone, that is something that is beyond my powers and requires the consent of a few people.”

“Consent?”

Cale wondered who would have the power to affect the actions of a god.

"Are you talking about other gods?”

“Our Cale truly is smart.”

“Don’t talk like we are close.”

“Ahem. Hem.”

The God of Death looked away after seeing Cale’s calm but annoyed gaze.

“I need consent from gods and some others. They are all pretty strict with the rules but they gave their consent this time.”

The god’s calm eyes looked at Cale.

“Because of your merits.”

“The sealed god?”

“Yes. We were able to seal the sealed god properly thanks to you.”

The god’s eyes were completely black without any speck of light. Cale looked into the black eyes that suited the name of death before calmly asking.

“Is the sealed god unable to come out into the world anymore?”

“Yes. Thanks to you.”

Cale finally leaned back on the chair. Pat, pat. His hand patted the back of the chair.

“A conversation. I guess I did want to chat with you at least once too.”

Cale’s firm gaze was focused on the God of Death.

“The Hunters. What the hell are they trying to do? Do those shitheads have anything to do with me, no, the people around me?”

Cale thought that he might as well ask since he was meeting with a god.

“Do the people around me... have to fight again?”

The God of Death observed the sharp gaze on a face that looked a bit tired.

“...Huuuuuu.”

The God of Death let out a deep sigh before closing his mouth for a moment and then started speaking.

"That depends on what you-”

It was at that moment.

Crack!

There was the sound of something breaking and the light on the office ceiling turned off.

‘What the hell?’

The office light turned back on just as Cale frowned.

“Ah, this is awkward.”

The God of Death looked extremely awkward and pale as if his face had never looked healthy. Cale’s eyebrows slightly rose up at this instant change in complexion.

The god started speaking with a serious expression on his face as if he had made up his mind about something.

“To be completely honest with you... Cale Henituse. I want to help you. That is the truth. I think there is a lot I need to repay you for everything you have done. Of course, there are many others I feel the same about as well.

Haaaa.”

The god looked extremely tired as he let out that short sigh.

However, there was a more intense emotion than fatigue visible in his eyes.

‘...Mm.’

Cale thought that it looked like obsession or lunacy. The god must have noticed Cale’s expression as he calmed down and continued speaking.

"And to be even more specific... I hate the Hunters.”

Crack, crack.

There were some odd noises before the ceiling light flickered again.

“Mm.”

The God of Death stopped talking and took a breath. He then looked back at Cale and continued speaking.

“That is why a part of me wants to drag you into this so that you can help me.”

Tap, tap.

Cale tapped the armrest again and opened his mouth.

“...That’s quite honest.

Pffft.” Cale couldn’t help but chuckle.

The God of Death had brought Kim Rok Soo to this world and transmigrated him into Cale Henituse’s body. As a result, Kim Rok Soo was able to live a new life as Cale in this world.

However, this god had also transported Choi Han and Choi Jung Gun to this world.

‘He’s not a good guy.’

However, he did not lie.

He did hide some things, but he did not lie.

That god was turning even paler as he continued speaking.

“However, there is one thing I can clearly tell you.”

Flash flash. The flashing of the light was getting quicker. Crack. Crack. The sound of something being swallowed was getting louder.

“I have no thoughts about dragging you in from here on. I have no thoughts about doing anything to you.”

Cale finally understood what the God of Death was trying to say.

“But you are saying that someone or something other than you may get involved with me or those around me to drag us in.”

The God of Death was giving Cale a warning.

“...And-, mm.”

He was about to say something else but closed his mouth for a moment.

Drip. A black liquid flowed out of the god’s mouth.

Cale observed this before speaking.

“Even gods live such difficult lives. Why are there so many things you can’t say? The World Tree couldn’t tell me everything either. I guess gods are similar?”

He was grumbling with annoyance. He waved his hand to the god.

“You can stop there.”

“Mm.”

The God of Death hesitated before nodding his head. The sound echoing through the office and the flickering lights all disappeared.

The corners of Cale’s lips curled up in the now peaceful office.

“Don’t you have something to give me?”

“Ah, yes.”

The God of Death felt iffy at the fact that Cale was smirking without asking anything else, but he decided to answer Cale’s question first.

“An item that can replace the cintamani will be delivered to you soon.”

“Really?”

‘Will it be delivered through ex-communicated priestess Cage?’

Cale thought about how things were usually delivered to him before reaching his hand toward the desk.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a pen.”

“This place is similar to Kim Rok Soo’s world. I prefer it like this.”

“Really?”

Click, click.

Cale clicked the pen a few times before scribbling on an open notepad before nonchalantly asking.

“Is everybody well?”

The God of Death smiled bitterly at the question Cale asked in an extremely brusque tone without even looking at him. His eyes were full of warmth as he looked at Cale.

“Choi Jung Gun is living well.”

“I don’t care about that guy.”

“Choi Jung Soo is living well too.”

Cale silently scribbled on the paper. He waited for the God of Death to keep talking.

One person.

There was still one person left to mention.

“Okay, here is the reward I can give you for all your troubles.”

‘What?’

Cale looked at the God of Death.

“...This meeting and the item to replace the cintamani weren’t my rewards?”

“The item to replace the cintamani is an obvious reward since the cintamani was destroyed. This meeting...”

The god chuckled.

“What kind of reward would it be for you to meet with me? You couldn’t even get any proper information.”

Clap.

He lightly clapped.

“You can listen to the things I am about to say from here on because I received consent to tell you these things. Maybe it might be a reward to you and ugh, ahem!”

The god was unable to speak again and stuttered a few times before shaking his head and letting out a fake cough.

‘What the hell is he doing?’

Cale blankly stared at the God of Death who looked like a god on the outside but was completely nuts in every other aspect. The God of Death let out a sigh.

“...How... strict.”

He then nonchalantly commented.

“Lee Soo Hyuk has reincarnated into your world.”

‘What?

What did he just say?’

"Why do you look so shocked?”

The god smirked at Cale’s expression before continuing to speak.

“Lee Soo Hyuk is not a tribulator, umm, he is not a single-lifer. That is why he needs a new life.”

Souls other than those of single-lifers or immortals forget their past memories and are reborn into new bodies to make a new life and memories.

Those who endlessly repeat lives without losing their memories, such as the White Star, are called reincarnators.

However, Cale could not think about such information right now.

“...The team leader... is going to... Be born in the world I’m living in?”

A lot of unexplainable emotions and thoughts were filling Cale’s mind.

Lee Soo Hyuk was one of the few people he had considered his family other than his parents. ‘I can see him again?’

“And Lee Soo Hyuk has earned some merits regarding this sealed god incident.”

“...Merits?”

Cale, who barely managed to snap back to his senses, asked the god who calmly responded.

“Yes. Lee Soo Hyuk has been helping me with things. Most importantly...”

A gentle smile appeared on the god’s face.

“Lee Soo Hyuk was the one who gave you Embrace. He gave his power to you. You were able to use that power to seal the sealed god. That is Lee Soo Hyuk’s greatest merit.”

Cale’s mouth slightly opened but he was unable to say anything.

He recalled meeting Lee Soo Hyuk in his dream in the past when he had fainted.

‘We died when we were not fated to die. The God of Death must have felt pity on us as he gave each of us an opportunity.’

The God of Death gave Lee Soo Hyuk an opportunity to give Cale a power and Cale received Embrace from him.

“...That reward was being reborn in the world I’m in?”

“No. He was fated to be born there this time. The reward is something else.”

The god observed Cale’s nonchalant face and his clenched fists before continuing to speak.

“As a reward for his merit, he is able to be reborn with his memories.”

“...Ah.”

Cale let out a gasp. He and the God of Death looked at each other.

Smile.

The God of Death smiled. It was a slightly mischievous smile unlike before.

“Find Lee Soo Hyuk. Don’t you want to see him?”

However, his eyes were serious.

Cale realized it at that moment.

“Ha!”

He scoffed in disbelief.

The God of Death had said the following just now.

‘Lee Soo Hyuk has been helping me with things.’

Team leader Lee Soo Hyuk, who was going to be reborn with his memories, had helped the God of Death with things. There was a hidden meaning behind that.

‘That means team leader Lee Soo Hyuk has information about the Hunters and the things the God of Death has done.’

The God of Death lightly spoke to Cale who had an odd expression on his face.

“Erase the note.”

Cale looked down at the open notepad.

Cale had not been affected at all earlier when the office had turned weird and the God of Death had coughed up the black liquid.

That was why he had written questions for the God of Death on the notepad while making it look as if he was scribbling.

He was hoping to get the answers at a later time even if he could not get them now.

“...They’re fast.”

However, there were individuals who were one step ahead of him. Cale scratched out the things he had written on the notepad with the pen before hesitating for a moment and asking a question.

“...Is it what the team leader wanted?”

“Of course. Lee Soo Hyuk was the one who said he wanted this as the reward first.”

The god looked at Cale who was silently drawing lines on the notepad and asked.

“So, do you like my reward?”

Cale nodded his head without any hesitation.

“I guess so. But what about the others?”

“Hmm?”

“The team leader and I are not the only ones with merits.”

The God of Death jumped up from his seat at that moment.

“Shall we stop now?”

“Hmm?”

“Looks like the time is up!”

“What?”

Cale looked at the God of Death in disbelief but the god looked down at Cale and raised both of his hands.

He then clapped.

Clap!

Cale then felt his whole body go weak.

“What...kind...of...non-”

He could not finish his sentence.

The world turned into darkness and he lost consciousness.

Cale was shocked. He tried his best to move his mouth that wouldn’t move.

‘Shouldn’t he at least tell me when and where the team leader was reborn?

He should at least tell me that much!

How the hell am I supposed to find him when I only know that he was reborn in the Eastern or Western continent?!’

Cale was filling with rage as he lost consciousness when he heard a word by his ear.

“Book.”

“Ah.”

Cale gasped and then smiled.

The God of Death’s divine item was a black book.

* * *

While that was going on...

Knock knock knock.

Alberu Crossman turned his gave after hearing urgent knocks on the door.

Alberu had asked if the war was over. The meeting room that had frozen over after that question was busy rediscussing many things with Alberu at the center of the discussions.

These knocks had stopped this meeting.

Click.

The door opened and Tasha, who was in front of the door, flinched after hearing the information from the outside before immediately walking to Alberu.

"What is it?”

They were in a public setting so Alberu asked Tasha informally as the crown prince and Tasha looked around before finally speaking.

“A priest has arrived from the Temple of the God of Death.”

“A priest?”

Alberu was confused when it became rowdy outside the door and they heard a priest’s voice through the open door.

His voice was extremely excited and full of intense emotion.

“His highness! I must quickly see his highness! Where is Commander Cale Henituse as well?!”

Alberu looked toward Tasha. Tasha whispered in his ear.

“He said that a new divine item has been bestowed to the Temple of the God of Death in the Roan Kingdom’s capital.”

What was going on now?

As Alberu slowly scowled...

“It apparently came with a Divine Oracle.”

Tasha whispered quietly and quickly.

“The owner of the divine item, the only person who can touch it is someone who lived despite being stabbed in the heart.”

‘This is driving me nuts.’

Alberu held back those words he wanted to say but couldn’t say and brushed his face with both hands.