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.

nothing I can do about that punk Jung Gun. They don’t look like it, but the kiddos from the Choi family are all super

as

“...Of course!”

of Death admitted

not as

an unhappy

and worse! I mean I know it was terrible even

are you going to

stopped and his

of silence before the God of Death looked at the desolate ground and broke

“Oh God of Protection.”

spoke again to the

know very well that

shield did not respond at all. However, the God of Death chuckled after seeing him slowly

Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

Death's face. He

was it determined that gods were not born

“Is it hard?”

wouldn't

for a moment before

become desensitized but

“What isn’t?”

sacrificing a few for the

why you

“...Kim Rok Soo?”

“Yes.”

“...I can't deny that.”

stood up from

"Are you leaving?”

“Yes.”

“Goodbye.”

wiping the shield said goodbye to the God of Death without even looking at him. The God of Death also

you

“Hey idiot.”

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

“What?”

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

get frustrated. I can

Death shook his head side to side as he started

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

annoyed voice behind his back but

heard a voice he

of Protection.

was not in his

are born with large

can always get even

they earn a qualification when

However, there is only one way

- Sacrifice.

sacrifices or committing countless

numerous lives

breaks multiple times in

Their plate

Death chuckled and quietly

“Like you?”

Protection's voice was

heard a voice as sturdy as a boulder in his

- Like you.

“Pffft.”

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

cross the line. Shield

You too. Do

“Okay, okay.”

of Death almost

Rok Soo anymore. Other than maybe to help him.

out a short

“Let’s just go home.”

* * *

dark house without

looked at the bookshelves filling his house and reached

landed on his

Shhh.

Rok Soo from Earth 2 to

his couch and started reading

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

Rok Soo was

quite a terrible fate in store

affected by that reincarnator who calls himself the

Tsk.

parents were

two lonely people managed to find each other and

Rok Soo will be even lonelier than they

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

a poor

Jung Gun to inspect this kid’s surroundings

bastard won’t

of Death waved his hand

few books from the mountain of books filling the bookshelves floated up and opened on their

journals he had personally

from the books and showed the

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away in