Trash of the Count's Family

# Must not be sane. (1)

‘Did I just imagine it?’

He was sure that the temperature had gone down. Cale opened his mouth again.

“White Star. Pffft.”

Cale couldn't help but chuckle.

‘It wasn’t just my imagination.’

The chill against his skin... It was not just a feeling, it was actually happening.

In one side of this pretty empty park...

Cale and Choi Jung Gun... A half-transparent barrier appeared and surrounded the two of them. That barrier separated this place from the outside.

Cale felt an odd sensation, as if he and Choi Jung Gun had come to their own world.

And at the center of that sensation...

Choi Jung Gun was quietly standing there while observing Cale. The cluelessness that Cale had felt every so often from his stoic face was not visible at all.

A cold aura surrounded him, as if this was his true self.

Cale looked back at him without saying anything and Choi Jung Gun slowly started speaking.

“Nelan Barrow. White Star.”

Choi Jung Gun mumbled those words a few times, as if he was savoring those words, before nonchalantly commenting.

“Those are names you can accidentally say.”

It was at that moment.

Shaaaaaaaaaaaa-

The moment he felt as if a breeze had brushed past him...

“Wow.”

Cale let out a short gasp.

Choi Jung Gun was suddenly right in front of Kim Rok Soo and quietly observing him.

Choi Jung Gun's hand was stopped right in front of Cale's neck.

“Explain yourself.”

That was all Choi Jung Gun before looking at Cale’s eyes.

How did you know those names?

Where did you hear such things?

What the hell? What is going on?

Such anxious and clueless questions did not come out of Choi Jung Gun’s mouth.

He probably decided that questions were meaningless and chose to take action as soon as he heard the names, ‘Nelan Barrow’ and ‘White Star.’

‘That makes things easier for me too.’

Cale had no need to pretend to be a good little club hoobae if the other side was going to come at him like this.

“I had a dream.”

Dream.

That word made Choi Jung Gun flinch. He frowned after seeing that Cale saw him flinch.

Cale simply smiled at him.

"Someone called the White Star appeared in my dream.”

Cale had thought a lot about how to lead this conversation with Choi Jung Gun. Should he say that this was an illusion, a test, and that he was Kim Rok Soo who had transmigrated into Cale Henituse’s body?

The answer was simple.

‘Why bother?’

There was no need to do that.

‘I just need to tell him enough so that I can get through to him.’

But if the conversation does not go well...

Cale felt the ancient powers inside his body as he continued to think.

‘We’ll just need to have a nice refreshing fight if the conversation doesn't go well.’

Tap.

Cale pushed back Choi Jung Gun's hand that was stopped in front of his neck. He then observed that hand. It had so many calluses on it and was even rougher than Choi Han’s hand.

“White Star. Someone named Cale Barrow showed up in my dream.”

Cale was starting to seem less and less like an affectionate little hoobae, but it was the same for Choi Jung Gun.

“His face was similar to mine?”

In the five days he had been a member of the book club at Raon High School... Would Cale have slacked off during that time? Would he have enjoyed that time?

‘Of course not.’

He had so much to do.

“Sunbae, you urgently closed your notebook that you were writing in on the day that I went to the library to join the book club.”

It was Cale’s turn to walk up to Choi Jung Gun as he placed his hand on Choi Jung Gun's shoulder.

“I saw this word called Roan.”

‘Aigoo.’

Cale gasped, even though he sounded not shocked at all, as he continued speaking.

“But that Roan thing showed up in my dream too.”

Pat, pat. He patted Choi Jung Gun’s shoulder as he continued speaking.

“I'm sorry, sunbae. I observed you for a bit.”

“Really?”

Choi Jung Gun nonchalantly asked back and Cale responded just as nonchalantly.

only saw

had not seen

put away a returned book or help someone locate a book... Cale only managed to get a few glimpses during those short periods of time. The normal Cale wouldn't do something like that, but what could he do? It was not just his issue

Jung Gun commented without

“How disrespectful.

as if it was not something I need to

time for the emotion to disappear from Cale’s face and Choi Jung

your notebook too, sunbae. I looked in the notebook and saw the title of the book you said

moment he saw the title and author's name written in there as

Birth of a

Choi Jung Gun’s shoulder and took one step back. The two

I wanted to ask if you were having the same dream as me, sunbae. But what is this

was

you are from another world,

the type of thing you would say with a smile on

smiling as well,

touched the corner

right. I'm

He continued nonchalantly.

must be because I'm so baffled right

as if he really had not expected this. He did not seem like a high school senior at

are dreaming about this person called the White

to be

you had these dreams for

guy was doing to the Western continent whenever I had a

“...Really?”

Gun looked up as if he was deep in thought for a

Star not only influence his life but also his memories and his

had a thought

on his own and gave me

This is great.’

was calmly assessing the current situation, asked the question that he wanted most

“Sunbae, who are you?”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

Cale looked around.

me earlier... These are

Cale slowly started smiling.

Someone who is outside the logics of

“A god?

Ugh.”

back his laughter as

cold gaze once Choi Jung Gun raised

the

what are

gaze seemed adult-like but also pure. It

“Haaaaa.”

help but sigh and the truth flowed

end up

did not

a soul that may become a god? There is such

‘This is good.’

the thought on Cale’s mind. He might get some hints about single-lifers and gods with this

are souls that will become gods. Of course, there are other ways to become gods besides being one of

talking about had to be single-lifers. He

was a Hunter who hunted single-lifers. He probably did something

you become, sunbae? What

seemed to

walked over to a nearby bench. Cale followed

barrier surrounding the two of them was still

“Huuuuuu.”

while sitting on the bench before he rubbed his face a few times and then looked up

there is

head and

‘Mm.’

unknown pressure at that moment. Choi Jung Gun's eyes that were looking at him... There was definitely something

a bit scary to

‘I'm... a bit scared.’

was cowering

“Rok Soo.”

Jung smiled as he

what I

his eyes were not

your memories and your consciousness. Make it so that it stabs deep into your subconsciousness. Focusing very hard on what I have to say will be helpful

looked so sharp, as if

rules or laws in this world. There are also gods that watch over numerous domains. Those gods

knew this

“So what?”

For example, let’s say that there is a god who oversees death. That god cannot perish and will have to take care of death for

continued without any signs of a smile

hard do you think it must be for that

to be concerned at all

He continued speaking.

bastard. It’s not enough for him to suffer for all eternity. It’s

from Cale and mumbled

a bastard who cannot die. It’s so

found this to

Death and

seemed quite close. But was that not

eternal tasks to be difficult after some time. This is

of Death in front of Cale while looking at the

like an

used to be office workers too.

chuckled as he continued

their standing. Standing refers to the absolute power a god

standing was the power the gods needed to take care of their domain, a god who had lost their standing could not be

relinquish their standing on their own or lose it for breaking

thought about the God of Death who had interfered in the sealed

of Death had changed multiple rules. It led to the sealed god breaking rules as well in order to destroy the test and make them have to go through

impossible for gods to perish. They can just enjoy the retirement life if they lose their standing

“...A slacker life?’

guess it would be similar to a

“...Really?”

expression turned odd and Choi Jung Gun found this to be a

for gods to retire? Living there or living here, living

a bitter look on his face as he

standing on their own terms will enjoy their retirement while the ones who have it taken away will find

if they don’t

that? The world is such a complicated place. There are a lot of gods

then are souls like yours the ones who will receive those

you figured it

Gun responded with a carefree look

tribulators.

that the World Tree had

were the ‘single-lifers’ that Cale’s biological mother, Drew Thames had written about in