Trash of the Count's Family (Web Novel)

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<Side Story 6 The God of Death’s Observation Journal (3)>

“...Qualification?”

‘There’s a seed with the qualification to see the God of Hope's true appearance?

He wants me to protect that seed?

Who is that seed?’

“Mm.”

The God of Death gulped.

“It’s obvious.”

It was obvious who would have that qualification.

The God of Death had attentively watched over existences from multiple dimensions. One of them must be the seed.

There were a few people who came to his mind immediately as potential candidates.

"Cale Henituse, Choi Han, Ahn Roh Man, Schatten Wilson, Wi Sehwa......”

There were quite a few now that he counted through them.

“Haaaa.”

His mind started to turn into a complicated mess.

There were still quite a few elements of danger remaining. To be more specific, they were elements that could cause chaos rather than danger.

In that aspect, the God of Chaos was someone who had kept his position a long time similar to the God of Hope.

“Mm.”

The God of Death buried his body into the couch and started to think about the elements of danger. He then subconsciously said one word out loud.

“...Hunters......”

An emotion as intense as a wildfire burst in his mind at that moment.

Oooooooong- Ooooooooong-

The area started to rumble.

The God of Death scowled and closed his eyes. He needed to calm the wildfire in his heart.

It was at that moment.

Chhhhhh-

Chhhhh-

The area around him started to move on its own without his orders.

This was the God of Death’s house. The house was moving items on his behalf.

The God of Death opened his eyes in response.

“Ha!”

He scoffed after looking at the page of the book that was in front of him.

Of the numerous journal entries he had, the entries for some specific days had been opened.

Journal entry #XXXXX

Kim Rok Soo, no, no. I should call him something else now.

Cale Henituse used his Indestructible Shield at the capital today to save the lives of many people.

Choi Jung Soo smiled with such satisfaction at that.

Although he said he was suited for outside work and kept telling me he hated assisting with office work... Seeing Cale’s performance today made him say that he will focus on office work for a while and asked me for documents to handle.

He’s a funny bastard.

Mm. It would have been good if Lee Soo Hyuk was here today too. That punk seems to be pretty busy right now trying to take care of all of his relationships here while working hard to get used to the other world.

It makes sense since there are a lot of things to prepare and persist through in order to reincarnate in that world with all of his memories. I should tease him about how he missed a good show when he shows up again. Hehe.

Anyway, we decided to eat out to celebrate what Choi Jung Soo called, ‘watching Cale Henituse who threw himself into the fire as he always does.’

I should steal the booze for our meal from the Sun God’s warehouse. Ah, will Cage potentially listen to me if I give her a taste of the Sun God’s handmade booze? It tastes wonderful.

Anyway, that punk Cale Henituse has so much affection for others.

The God of Death remembered a moment when he had been happy.

He calmed himself down at this house, this domain consoling him and grabbed a journal floating in the air.

Shhhh, shhhh.

Raon...

That child’s fate has completely changed now that he has a name.

Isn’t this marvelous?

Fate is something that feels like it cannot be changed, but a small act of goodwill, something as trivial as a heart that would not let him avoid such a thing could change it.

Even the God of Fate should not be able to ascertain their lives now that two beings with changed fates are together.

The God of Death thought about Cale Henituse, the human he had spent the most time observing lately.

Although he was simply observing one punk, it allowed him to also watch as Cale changed the lives of the individuals around him.

Cale Henituse, the original Kim Rok Soo was the last card the God of Death had up his sleeve, but he never expected that card to do things so well.

“It’s probably because he didn't try to do well.”

The reason Cale Henituse had been able to do everything until now was not because he had a desire to do well but because he was trying to protect things no matter what it took.

That was the reason even that Shield dude started observing Cale Henituse at some point and is preparing to stealthily help him.

A line in the journal caught the God of Death’s attention.

It looks like Cale Henituse has a family now.

What would not being lonely mean for Cale Henituse as someone who spent most of his life being lonely?

“Aren’t I the bastard who used him knowing that was the case?”

He had not put that punk Kim Rok Soo in Cale Henituse's body after only seeing his situation as Kim Rok Soo.

If Kim Rok Soo were to become Cale Henituse... Based on his personality...

If he had information to get stronger...

Wouldn't he manage to achieve something?

That was the reason he was the last card the God of Death could use.

In the end, Cale Henituse did even better than he had expected and was creating a place for himself in that world.

“It's such a relief-”

Plop. Plop.

The journal fell to the ground.

Crack crack.

He heard his domain breaking.

This domain that was placed within the darkness... This domain that was so familiar to the God of Death for that reason was starting to feel unfamiliar.

Shaaaaaaaaaaaa-

A breeze blew by him.

That breeze was cold but dry.

The being who cast this kind of breeze as he moved...

The God of Death jumped up from his seat.

“Motherf- ugh!”

However, his body soon fell forward.

Boom!

His body hit the ground. He tried to raise his body but an intangible force pushing down from all directions made it impossible to move.

He barely managed to turn his head. His cheek touched the ground. There were beads of sweat on his face despite it being on the cold ground.

“It's been a while.”

Click click.

The God of Death heard the sound of leather shoes before he saw some grey shoes stop in front of him. He rolled his eyes to look up.

However, once he got past the body of the individual in front of him and just reached that individual's neck...

“You have a rebellious gaze every time I see you.”

“Cough, ugh!”

The God of Death had to curl his body because of a pain that made it feel as if his body was being twisted. His gaze could not see the face above the neck.

However, he was very well aware of the individual who came to find him.

The God of Balance.

Someone who, like Hope and Chaos, had maintained his position as a god since a long time ago as there was nobody to replace him.

“Huuff, huuuuuff!”

The God of Death could not breathe properly from the pain that twisted his whole body and his inner organs. However, his mind was calmer than expected even through all of that.

‘He must have been watching and come to see me now that one thing has been resolved.’

The God of Hope and God of Balance, who had only been observing until now, made their move now that the God of Death’s second problem of the White Star and the Sealed God was decently resolved.

He couldn’t tell why the God of Hope had made his move, but he could understand why the God of Balance had moved.

‘That was why I was avoiding him!

Fuck.’

The God of Death's whole body was in pain. It felt as if he would be ripped to shreds.

He heard the God of Balance's condescending but stoic voice.

“You acted too cheeky.”

Balance.

That was an existence distant from good and evil.

It was not a matter of judgment.

It was to not lean in favor of either direction.

“You need to limit how much you twist things. Do you know how difficult it has been for the children who look at fate?”

“Ugh, ugh!”

The God of Death did everything he could to raise his head and look at this individual.

However, his body would only shake and not move as he wanted it to move.

"The former God of Death was not like this.”

Shaaaaaaaaaaaa-

He felt a cold breeze.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

A few of the journals from the bookshelf in the corner of the room fell to the ground.

A rolled up piece of paper was hidden behind those journals.

‘Fuck!’

The God of Death realized what the God of Balance was taking out and scowled.

Plop.

The rolled up paper opened before it fell right in front of the God of Death.

This paper was a Book of the Dead.

< Alberu Crossman >

< Deruth Henituse >

< Rosalyn >

< Lock >

< Ron Molan >

It was the Book of the Dead with the list of names of people who should have died.

They were individuals who were fated to die if the real Henituse, who was born with the life of a transmigrator, did not get the ability to regress back in time.

Click. Click.

The grey shoes arrived in front of the God of Death’s face.

The God of Death could hear the voice that was echoing above his head as if it would strike down at him.

“How can you, as the God of Death, be so lost in saving lives?”

“Ugh......!”

The pain in his body became even worse.

The stoic voice continued speaking as the God of Death did everything he could to resist the pain.

“You saved too many lives. The balance will be destroyed if you do that.”

The corners of the God of Death's lips slightly curled up even through the pain.

It meant that what he did saved so many lives to the point that this guy was worried about the balance.

“Tsk.”

The God of Balance clicked his tongue as if he could tell the God of Death was smiling despite being unable to see Death’s face.

He spoke as if he was making an announcement.

“I simply let it be as I found the sealed god to be unacceptable. I closed my eyes to what you did only because you did not move to resolve your grudges. There will be no next time.”

The pain disappeared a bit.

The God of Death raised his head.

Yellow eyes were glowing in the darkness.

“I don't want to see that rebellious gaze of yours.”

“Ugh!”

The God of Death's entire body was filled with intense pain again and he could only roll on the ground in an unsightly manner.

“Understand your place properly.”

Click. Click.

The steps became distant.

The God of Death was able to escape from the pain once he could not hear them anymore.

“Huff. Huff.”

He caught his breath, put some strength into his shaking hands, and barely managed to lift himself up. His whole body was covered in sweat.

“Huuuuuu.”

He let out a deep breath and thought about the sudden appearance of the God of Balance.

‘I guess he came to warn me.’

All sorts of things such as dimension travel, transmigration, and regression had happened in order to deal with the sealed god and the White Star.

The God of Balance had let enough things go as is.

But the fact that he appeared now-

"Does that mean there’s another reason for me to move?”

Of course, even the God of Death was basically certain that things will happen that will annoy him quite a bit.

That was why he could understand what the God of Balance was worried about. However, the God of Balance did not know that just warning him was useless.

‘It looks like the Shield dude and bundle of light are going to move too.’

Furthermore, even with the God of Balance’s warning, he should be able to feign ignorance and make a couple moves.

The God of Hope.

That existence told him to protect the seed.

Even the God of Balance could not defeat the God of Hope.

Hope, from time to time, has a strong enough power that could overcome anything.

“Haaaa. Damn it.”

‘Who the fuck said that it was good to become a god?’

The God of Death pushed his complicated head and his body that had finally overcome the pain to stand up and walk.

He was planning on resting a bit first but he had no choice.

The God of Balance’s voice echoed in his ears.

‘You saved too many lives. The balance will be destroyed if you do that.’

That meant that many people would soon die to fix the destroyed balance.

“I need to get consent first.”

The God of Death mumbled about what he needed to do as he walked out of the house.

He completely forgot about having to write a journal entry for today.

This was the third time he had forgotten to write a journal entry.

* * *

After some time...

“I guess you're finally up.”

“God?”

The God of Death smiled at Cale Henituse, who was looking at him with quite the insolent expression.

This was the day when the God of Death invited Cale Henituse into his domain to chat for the first time.

It was also the day that Cale learned that Lee Soo Hyuk had reincarnated into his world.

Furthermore, it was the day that the God of Death was able to inform Cale that something that even he, as a god, could not easily discuss, was about to happen.

“Huuuuuu.”

The God of Death plopped down on a chair after finishing that short meeting with Cale.

He picked up a pen.

Journal entry #XXXXX

I met face to face with Cale Henituse for the first time.

He seems to hate me quite a bit.

I understand. Even I can tell that I did so many things that would get him to hate me.

But it does make me a bit sad.

I've been watching over Cage and that punk since they were little.

I'm concerned.

I'm probably going to have to do things like that a few more times. Am I going to get beaten up by Cale Henituse at this rate?

...That’ll probably hurt a lot.

Click. Click.

He heard the clicking of shoes outside the office door. He was certain that the God of Balance had arrived.

“Fuck!”

The God of Death quickly finished his journal entry.

Anyway, good luck Cale Henituse.

I’ll help you a lot. Mm, maybe doing nothing will be helping him?

Anyway, good luck!

- Side Story 6. The God of Death’s Observation Journal. The End.

- The final side story 7 to be released on June 27th is ‘The Day of Rest for the One who Dreams of Being a Slacker.’