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 to

but the

it be god or angels or devils, Cale did not want to get involved with

looking for the powers that people naturally developed

sure I don’t

like sword art or magic would require him to put

in the novel, [The

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, ‘Aura,’ that was used in present

just used these

collect these subtle superpowers

because he also knew

take the first step in his plan, Cale started to look for the ancient power that was hidden in

“Youn, young master. Welcome.”

his head at the baker, who bowed so low that it looked like his head might touch the ground, to respond. Gasp. He could hear the baker gasping, but Cale pretended not to hear it. He felt bad about how his

“Give me some bread.”

“Excuse me?”

pointed at all of the bread in the

here to

that Cale took out started

“Pack it all up.”

in place as Cale

should be enough

on the gold coin, moved to Cale. It was too much money to pay for the bread. Cale just stoically responded

go somewhere else if

master! I will pack it

respectful for a different reason than before as he moved around quickly. After a few minutes, Cale left the bakery with a bag full of bread

to frown, and he ignored the baker who was watching him

would quickly turn and walk away.

than Korea. It

as he wandered around this market that gave

“Mm.”

“Mmph.”

time he made eye contact with a merchant, they became shocked and avoided his gaze. Tsk tsk. Cale really must have lived up to his title of trash in the past. Cale

slum is located to the west. No matter how wealthy a territory may be, there are always going to be poor people. In a situation like this, most people would probably expect

you can earn by sharing food

was

This was the place where both the idlest

had nothing needed to pay even closer attention to the type of person that would cause a ruckus

“Tsk.”

though they knew all these stories about Cale, they couldn’t resist the sweet smell of the bread in Cale’s bag. Cale just

the dirty water. An unknown stench also filled Cale’s nose, making him

houses. Cale was heading toward the top of that hill. As he got closer, the

‘It’s better here.’

being freed from the stench, Cale stood at the top of the hill and turned around to look down at Western City. Of course, this hill was not as high as the count’s estate.

toward a tree that was fenced off in all directions. The fence, that was made of planks the width of

Trees in the slums were usually chopped into firewood or had its

ear. These two were the

can’t approach

warning. He heard another worried voice as

can’t go there! It’s

this tree became mummies

around this tree. Grass, and even weeds, were nowhere to be

tree that Cale was

time ago, during ancient times, there was a person who loved food so much that his gluttony in the

grown on top of his body, and that person’s grudge and strength were both in this tree. The Indestructible Shield that

was this! The majority of

away the owner of that voice before starting his work.

going to die! Don’t

pressed his temples with

“Sigh.”

number of people following him decreased the closer he got to the man-eating tree at the top of the hill, however, the owner of that voice continued to

always nosy punks no matter

to be around 10 years old, holding her younger brother’s hand while looking at him. Her

the young girl stumbled on

You’re

“I won’t die.”

out of the bag and threw it toward the little girl. It didn’t matter if it

that and get

young girl was still hesitating. In the end, Cale needed to use his identity.

don’t know about Cale the

pale. Her younger brother just looked toward Cale before picking up the other bread for

“Noona.”

“Uh huh.”