Trash of the Count's Family

‘He gets chased away from the gate early in the morning.’

Choi Han headed in the direction he remembered hearing about from the villagers after he finished burying all of his beloved villagers. He was heading toward Western City.

Choi Han had been transported to this world when he was a freshman in high school, but he had lived here for tens of years already. Of course, the fact that most of that life was spent trying to survive in the Forest of Darkness made him mature in a slightly twisted way, and, as such, he was more rational than anybody would expect after such an incident.

‘I need to go report this to the lord at the castle.’

Harris Village may have been a remote village, but it was still under Count Henituse’s jurisdiction. That was why Choi Han headed to Western City, hoping to at least prepare a small funeral for the villagers.

He was also planning on looking for information regarding the assassins he had killed when he had lost his calm, as he was unable to ask them any questions. However, sending the dead off properly came before revenge.

‘If you think about it, he really is an affectionate person.’

But losing all of the first people who showed him love after tens of years in the Forest of Darkness at once made it impossible for Choi Han’s mind to not become twisted. In the novel, that was when Cale messes with Choi Han and touches a nerve. He remembered what the Cale in the novel said to Choi Han.

[“Why should my father care whether or not some useless villagers are dead? This cup of alcohol in my hand is worth more than all of your useless lives combined.”]

Choi Han starts to laugh at Cale’s words as he asks back.

[“What an interesting thought. I am very curious to know whether you will change your mind or not.”]

[‘Shall we test it out?’]

That test was beating Cale to a pulp so that he was almost dead. The amazing thing was that Cale never changed his mind even after he was beaten to a pulp.

“Ah, I’m getting the chills.”

Cale started to rub his arm after seeing the goosebumps that were developing. He quickly took a sip of the tea that Billos had brought for him. He then looked out the window once again, only to get the chills right back.

‘It’s that punk.’

The moment the gates opened for the morning, a young man wearing clothes with black marks everywhere, such that it made it seem like the clothes were burnt in multiple places, approached the gate. It was Choi Han.

Cale did not get up from his seat as he observed Choi Han.

His speed was admirable, as he ran like a lunatic through a distance that would normally take a carriage a week to travel, but, as a result, he looked like a mess. Of course, the events in the village were responsible for a bit of his messy look as well.

The guard blocked Choi Han’s path as he walked in with his head down, looking completely exhausted. Cale didn’t know what they were saying, but he could see Choi Han shake his head at the guard’s question.

‘I’m sure they’re asking if he has any identification.’

The guards of Western City were generally gentle, but they were strict when it came to the rules. They replicated their liege, Count Deruth’s personality.

“They kicked him out.”

As expected, Choi Han walked back out of the gate. He did not even throw a fit. After continuously running for a day, his slightly recovered conscience told him not to kill an innocent man.

‘Choi Han will now wait until night time before he stealthily jumps over the city wall to enter.’

He then runs into Cale who was busy drinking away.

Screech. Since Cale was alone, the sound of the chair being pushed as he stood up sounded pretty loud. He went downstairs and informed Billos who was at the counter.

“I’ll be back soon. Don’t clear my spot.”

“Yes, young master. I look forward to your return.”

Cale ignored the smile on Billos’s chubby face as he walked out of the tea shop.

“He didn’t break anything!”

Cale could hear someone’s voice coming from inside the shop, but he did not care. He needed to set the foundation to earn that Indestructible Shield today.

The Indestructible Shield.

It is not talking about a physical item. The best comparison might be a mage’s mana shield. Something that does not actually have a physical form. However, it was very different from a mana shield, as it was closer to superpower than magic.

The funny thing was that the human who created the power, but ended up dying, was someone who served a god but ended up being excommunicated.

‘All sorts of weird things are in this novel.’

As with the history of any fantasy world, this world also had its ancient history. During that ancient time, neither magic nor weaponry was developed.

Instead, it was a society where your own innate talent or talents gathered from supernatural occurrences played a pivotal role. The strongest powers in that society were superpowers, divine powers, and natural forces. It was a very primitive time.

Some of those powers have lasted all the way until now, staying hidden in certain locations or items. It was possible to take those powers for yourself if you meet the right conditions.

Ancient powers.

The heroes would find these powers, however, these powers were all supporting powers, not strong enough to be used as a hero’s mainstay.

the powers that Cale was looking

but the

did not want to get involved with

powers that people naturally

way to make sure I don’t need

magic would require him to put in effort

books, the ancient civilization in the novel, [The Birth of a Hero], was not that

and summoning skills that were developed outshined the natural powers left behind by the ancient civilization. Superpowers were the same way. Most subtle superpowers would be blown away by a single hit from the,

just used these

my goal is to collect these subtle superpowers to

was a satisfying goal. Especially because he also knew

for the ancient power that was hidden in Western City. He knew the

“Youn, young master. Welcome.”

his head might touch the ground, to respond. Gasp. He could

“Give me some bread.”

“Excuse me?”

at all of the bread in

here

took

“Pack it all up.”

to be frozen in

be enough for a week’s worth of

coin, moved to Cale. It was too much money to pay for the

can go somewhere else if you

like that! Young master! I will pack

than before as he moved around quickly. After a few minutes, Cale left the

bread, it weighed quite a bit. The weight made Cale start to frown, and he ignored

street, noticing that anybody who made eye contact with him would quickly turn and walk away. The majority of the people even

really is different than Korea. It is

looked around as he wandered around this market that gave off the

“Mm.”

“Mmph.”

gaze. Tsk tsk. Cale really must have lived up to his title of trash in the past. Cale was talking shit about himself as

there are always going to be poor people.

that you can earn

that was

as he entered the slums. This

liege, the count, they knew Cale’s face. These people who had nothing needed to pay even closer attention to the type of person that would cause a ruckus in the market, pub, plaza, well, you name it,

“Tsk.”

Cale, they couldn’t resist the sweet smell of the bread in Cale’s bag. Cale just ignored all these gazes as

his expensive leather shoe started to become dirty from the dirty water. An unknown stench also

old houses. Cale was heading toward the top of that hill. As he got closer, the gazes and steps of the people following him started to lessen as well. Cale’s sharp glare probably played a role in this as

‘It’s better here.’

hill and turned around to look down at Western City. Of course, this hill was not as high as the count’s estate. There was no way that they would allow the lord of the territory to live somewhere that was lower than that

fence, that was made of planks the width of Cale’s body, had an entrance that had rotted. It was easily broken once Cale pushed

of years. Trees in the slums were usually chopped into firewood or

The reason could be heard in Cale’s ear. These two were

can’t approach that

ignored that warning. He heard

there! It’s a man-eating

mummies overnight. Furthermore, any blood that lands on

Grass, and even weeds, were

tree that Cale was

ago, during ancient times, there was a person who loved food so much that his gluttony in the place of worship got him kicked out.

on top of his body, and that person’s grudge and strength were

majority

a bread out of the bag and carefully observed a hole that was the size of an adult’s head. He needed to first send away the owner of that voice before starting his work. However, before Cale could

die! Don’t do

pressed his temples with his

“Sigh.”

closer he got to the man-eating tree at the top of the hill, however,

are always nosy punks no matter where

girl who seemed to be around 10 years old, holding her younger brother’s hand while looking at him. Her eyes were full of

that Cale was frowning and staring at her, the young girl stumbled on her words

a man-eating tree. You’re going

“I won’t die.”

threw it toward the little girl. It didn’t matter if it rolled on the ground because they were all individually

that and

still hesitating. In the end, Cale needed to use his identity. He stood up

two don’t know about Cale

Cale before picking up the other bread for his

“Noona.”

“Uh huh.”