Trash of the Count's Family

TCF S6-1

Journal Entry #1

I became a god.

Specifically, I became the God of Death.

This is crazy.

Someone like me is a god?

The God of Death was climbing a mountain.

“This place is desolate every time I come.”

Crunch.

He stepped on a black bundle under his foot which turned into ash and scattered into the air.

The god stopped walking for a moment and looked around.

“…….”

Black ground.

The ground was cracked as if there had been a drought and only a red liquid was flowing where a river used to be in the future. Only the black boulders were maintaining their shapes.

“The only things here are rocks.”

The dried trees were all black regardless of their heights and there were no grass or wildflowers around them.

Furthermore, the sky was the color of ash and did not even allow the tiniest amount of sunlight to reach the ground.

“Tsk.”

The God of Death clicked his tongue and continued walking to the top of the mountain to meet the owner of this land.

“Hey!”

He shouted toward the small temple on top of the mountain.

Actually, it was just a shabby little hut rather than a temple.

“Hey Shield dude!”

One of the two people on a bench in the yard outside the hut turned his head and scowled after seeing the God of Death.

“That stupid bastard! I told him not to call me like that!”

"Why are you getting angry? Are you the shield dude? The person he is talking about is calm so why are you throwing a fit? Are you petty as well since you're a cheapskate? And how dare you call a god a stupid bastard? Look at this punk constantly crossing the line.”

“Ow!”

The person shouting at the God of Death could not hold back his anger and clenched his hair with both hands.

His long rose gold hair fluttered like burning fire in the air.

The God of Death snorted at this and sat down on one side of the bench.

“You’re here?”

The other person of the two greeted the God of Death with a gruff expression on his face. He then turned his gaze and silently wiped a rock shield that was so old that it was cracked.

“Hey Shield dude.”

“What?”

“Your disciple crossed over another mountain.”

“...Ahem.”

“You smiled right now, didn’t you? Didn’t you?”

The corners of the gruff man’s mouth slightly twitched and the God of Death did not miss it. The corners of the man with the long rose gold hair’s lips also twitched but the God of Death paid him no attention.

He seemed to be teasing the man wiping the rock shield as he asked.

“Does it make you happy? But it seems like you already knew about it. Were you watching everything despite pretending not to care? Hmm?”

The God of Death became entertained seeing the extremely gruff man show a reaction that he continued talking.

“Oh, God of Death.”

The man put the shield down at that moment.

The God of Death flinched and stopped talking.

“...Did I tease you a bit too much?”

He warily peeked at the man as he asked. It was because it would cause quite the headache if this man in front of him became angry.

However, the man did not answer the God of Death's question. He said something else instead.

“Oh God of Death, please take good care of Jung Gun.”

The expression disappeared from the God of Death’s face.

"Cage as well.”

The God of Death then sighed after hearing the second name. He then shrugged his shoulders in an exaggerated manner.

told you there is nothing I can do about that punk Jung Gun. They don’t look like it, but the

as you

“...Of course!”

of Death

not as stubborn as

with an unhappy expression on his

I don’t know why that punk Cage's personality is getting worse and worse! I mean I know it was terrible even when

you going to

Death’s exaggerated shrugs stopped and his shoulders

was a short moment of silence before the God of Death looked at the desolate ground and

“Oh God of Protection.”

the man wiping the old

You know very well that

did not respond at all. However,

Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

past the God of Death's face. He spoke almost

it determined that gods were not born

“Is it hard?”

think it wouldn't

a moment before

to become desensitized but

“What isn’t?”

really hate sacrificing a few for

why you brought that

“...Kim Rok Soo?”

“Yes.”

“...I can't deny that.”

up

"Are you leaving?”

“Yes.”

“Goodbye.”

man wiping the shield said goodbye to the God of Death without even looking at him. The God of Death also did not look at him as

are you

“Hey idiot.”

of Death looked at the man with the rose gold colored hair who called him an

“What?”

at his rose gold colored hair and walked up to the God of Death to speak in a quiet

here so come if you get frustrated. I can at least

of Death shook his head side to side as he started walking

a bitch! He’s always like this even when I'm

behind his

a voice

Protection.

was not in his ear but

Single-lifers are born

plates can always

they earn a qualification when their plates get

is only one way for the

- Sacrifice.

sacrifices or

numerous lives or protecting numerous

the person's body breaks multiple

Their plate will

of Death chuckled and quietly

“Like you?”

Protection's voice was

heard a voice as sturdy as a boulder in his

- Like you.

“Pffft.”

started walking. He then mumbled quietly but loud enough for the owner

the

You too. Do

“Okay, okay.”

almost stomped away with

anymore. Other than

out a short

“Let’s just go home.”

* * *

a dark house

looked at the bookshelves filling his house and

book landed on

Shhh.

I decided to start including Kim Rok Soo from Earth

his couch and started reading through his

Journal entry #XXXX

Soo from Earth 2 to my list of

Rok Soo was

a terrible fate in

he is affected by that

Tsk.

Rok Soo's parents were lonely people as

each other and create a

Rok Soo will be even lonelier than

to have to barge into the house of those fortune telling punks to look into

what a poor little

to inspect this kid’s

that that bastard won’t listen to me. That

waved his hand in the

of books filling the bookshelves floated up and

were journals he

up from the books and

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still idling away