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.

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

as you

“...Of course!”

of Death

course they are not as stubborn as

unhappy expression

worse and worse! I mean I know it was terrible even when she was young! What kind of seven year old tells a god to

you going to turn

stopped and his

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

“Oh God of Protection.”

spoke again to the man wiping the old

You know very well that

respond at all. However,

Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

Death's face. He spoke almost

it determined that gods were

“Is it hard?”

think it wouldn't be hard?

a moment before

desensitized

“What isn’t?”

a few for

why you brought that child

“...Kim Rok Soo?”

“Yes.”

“...I can't deny that.”

up from

"Are you leaving?”

“Yes.”

“Goodbye.”

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

are you following

“Hey idiot.”

the man with the rose gold colored hair who called

“What?”

hair and walked up to the God of Death to

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

Death shook his head side to side as he

always like this even when I'm trying to be nice

annoyed voice behind his back but he

he then heard a voice he could not

of Protection.

his ear but in

Single-lifers are born with large

However, plates can always

qualification when their

there is only one way for the plate to

- Sacrifice.

sacrifices or committing

Either taking away numerous lives or protecting

multiple times in

plate will get

of Death chuckled

“Like you?”

God of Protection's voice was still speaking

voice as sturdy as a boulder

- Like you.

“Pffft.”

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

the line. Shield

Do

“Okay, okay.”

of Death almost stomped away with

with Kim Rok Soo anymore. Other than maybe to

out a

“Let’s just go home.”

* * *

house without any

looked at the bookshelves filling his house and

landed on

Shhh.

Earth 2

on his couch and started reading

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from Earth 2 to my list

Kim Rok Soo was born

has quite a terrible fate in store

affected by that reincarnator who calls himself the second White

Tsk.

were

find each other and create a family to earn

looks like Kim Rok Soo will be even lonelier

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 extremely

what a

tell Choi Jung Gun to inspect this kid’s

likely that that bastard won’t listen to me. That rotten

Death waved his

of books filling the bookshelves floated up and

he had

floated up from the books and showed the records in the

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idling away in the Forest