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.

that punk Jung Gun. They don’t look like it, but the kiddos from

as you

“...Of course!”

God of

they are not as stubborn

with an unhappy expression on

and worse! I mean I know it was terrible even

going to turn

exaggerated shrugs stopped and his

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

“Oh God of Protection.”

spoke again to the man wiping the old

well that I cannot

man wiping the shield did not respond at all. However, the God of

Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

past the God of Death's face. He

was it determined that gods were

“Is it hard?”

wouldn't

a

become desensitized but

“What isn’t?”

sacrificing a few for the greater

why you brought

“...Kim Rok Soo?”

“Yes.”

“...I can't deny that.”

stood up from the

"Are you leaving?”

“Yes.”

“Goodbye.”

even looking at him. The God of Death also did not look at him as he

are you

“Hey idiot.”

the

“What?”

colored hair and walked up to the God of Death to speak in

up. We have booze here so come if you get frustrated. I can at least give that much to an

head side

son of a bitch! He’s always like this even when I'm trying to be nice to

an extremely annoyed voice behind

heard a voice he could not

God of Protection.

was not in his ear but in his

Single-lifers are born with

plates can always get

And they earn a qualification

one way for the plate to get

- Sacrifice.

Forcing countless sacrifices or committing countless

taking away numerous lives

person's body breaks multiple times in

plate will

Death chuckled

“Like you?”

of Protection's voice was still speaking in his

a voice as sturdy as a boulder

- Like you.

“Pffft.”

of Death started walking. He then mumbled quietly but loud enough

cross the

You too. Do not get involved

“Okay, okay.”

almost stomped

than maybe to help him. You care about him

out a short

“Let’s just go home.”

* * *

dark house

looked at the bookshelves filling his house and reached toward

book landed on

Shhh.

Rok Soo from Earth 2 to my

Death sat on his couch and

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to start including Kim Rok Soo from Earth 2 to my list

Rok Soo was born

terrible

by that reincarnator who calls himself the second

Tsk.

Soo's parents were lonely people

each other and create a family to earn their own little

Rok Soo will be even lonelier than they

barge into the house of those fortune telling punks to look into Kim Rok Soo's future at some point. Being alone in the world is

a

Gun to inspect this kid’s

is highly likely that that bastard won’t listen to me. That

God of Death waved his hand

few books from the mountain of books filling the bookshelves floated

he had

from the books

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still idling away in the Forest