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.

that Cale was

but the

it be god or angels or devils, Cale did not want

looking for the powers that people naturally developed or came from

way to make sure I don’t need to put

types of powers he was looking for. Something like sword art or magic would require

civilization in the novel, [The Birth of a

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

just used these

is to collect these subtle superpowers to become decently

he also knew the ancient power that could strengthen these

order to take the first step in his plan, Cale started to look for the ancient power that was hidden in Western City. He

“Youn, young master. Welcome.”

head might touch the ground, to respond. Gasp. He could hear the baker gasping,

“Give me some bread.”

“Excuse me?”

the bread in the bakery and

from here

coin that Cale took out

“Pack it all up.”

baker seemed to be frozen in place as Cale continued

be enough for a

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

else if

master! I will pack it as fast as

around quickly. After a few minutes, Cale

Cale start to frown, and he ignored the baker who was watching him leave as he stepped into

street, noticing that anybody who made eye contact with him would quickly turn and walk

is different than Korea. It is

this

“Mm.”

“Mmph.”

lived up to his title of trash in the past. Cale was talking shit about himself as he walked past the market and toward the western part

to be poor people. In a situation like this, most people would probably expect

that you can earn by

was not

feel people peeking at him as soon as he entered the slums. This was the place where both the idlest and the most vicious

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, and Cale has probably

“Tsk.”

resist the sweet smell of the bread in Cale’s bag. Cale just ignored all these gazes as he

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

him start to walk even faster. The slums were on one side of a small hill and constituted of 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

‘It’s better here.’

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

a tree that was fenced off in all directions. The fence, that was made of planks the width of Cale’s body, had an entrance that had rotted. It was easily broken

chopped into firewood or had its layers peeled off to make it useless, but this tree was not like

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

approach that

He heard another worried voice as

can’t go there!

mummies overnight. Furthermore, any blood that lands

Grass, and even

tree that

much that his gluttony in the

person’s grudge and strength were

majority of

owner of that voice before starting his work. However, before Cale could even say anything, the voice was even louder this time as they could no longer see Cale from outside the fence because he

to die! Don’t do

his temples with his

“Sigh.”

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

nosy punks no

around. When he did, he noticed a girl who seemed to be around 10 years old, holding her younger brother’s hand while looking at

and staring at her, the young girl stumbled on

a man-eating tree. You’re going to

“I won’t die.”

it toward the little girl. It didn’t matter if it rolled

that and get

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

know about Cale the

young girl’s face turned pale. Her younger brother just looked toward Cale before picking up the

“Noona.”

“Uh huh.”