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.

can do about that punk Jung Gun. They don’t look like it, but the kiddos from the Choi family

stubborn as

“...Of course!”

of Death admitted

course they are not as

grumbled with an unhappy expression on

it was terrible even when she was young! What kind of seven year old

to turn

shrugs stopped and his shoulders slumped down

of Death looked at the desolate

“Oh God of Protection.”

spoke again to the man wiping the old

very well

However, the God of

Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

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

gods were not born but

“Is it hard?”

you think it wouldn't be hard? My

stopped for a

desensitized but it's

“What isn’t?”

hate sacrificing a few for the greater

you brought that

“...Kim Rok Soo?”

“Yes.”

“...I can't deny that.”

stood up

"Are you leaving?”

“Yes.”

“Goodbye.”

him. The God

you following

“Hey idiot.”

man with the rose

“What?”

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

so come if you get frustrated. I can at least give that

side to side

this even when I'm trying to

behind

a voice he could

Protection.

his ear but in his

born with

plates can always get even

And they earn a qualification

one way for the plate

- Sacrifice.

countless sacrifices or committing

away numerous lives or protecting numerous

breaks multiple times

plate will

of Death

“Like you?”

God of Protection's voice was

voice as sturdy as a boulder

- Like you.

“Pffft.”

then mumbled quietly but loud enough for the owner of

cross the line. Shield

too. Do not get

“Okay, okay.”

Death almost stomped away

messing with Kim Rok Soo anymore. Other than maybe to help him.

let out

“Let’s just go home.”

* * *

house

at the bookshelves filling

book landed on

Shhh.

Earth 2 to

his couch and started reading through his observation

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to start including Kim Rok Soo from Earth 2

Soo was

terrible fate in store for

affected by that

Tsk.

Rok Soo's parents were lonely people as

managed to find each other and create a family

like Kim Rok Soo will be even

into the house of those fortune telling punks to look into Kim Rok Soo's future

a poor little

Jung Gun to

it is highly likely that that bastard won’t

waved his hand in the

filling the bookshelves

journals he had personally

floated up from the books

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still idling away in the Forest

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