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.

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

as you

“...Of course!”

God of Death

not

with an unhappy expression

know why that punk Cage's personality is getting worse and worse! I mean I know it was terrible even when she was young! What kind of

to

exaggerated shrugs stopped and his shoulders

of Death looked

“Oh God of Protection.”

again to the man wiping the

very well that I cannot do

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

Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

of Death's face. He spoke almost

gods were not born

“Is it hard?”

think it wouldn't be hard?

a

desensitized

“What isn’t?”

a few for the greater

why you brought that child

“...Kim Rok Soo?”

“Yes.”

“...I can't deny that.”

stood up

"Are you leaving?”

“Yes.”

“Goodbye.”

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 he walked

are you following

“Hey idiot.”

the man with the rose gold colored hair who

“What?”

scratched at his rose gold colored hair and walked up to the God of Death

if you get frustrated. I can at least give that

of Death shook his head side to side as

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

behind his back

he then heard a voice he could not

God of Protection.

was not in his ear

Single-lifers are born with large

can always

earn a qualification when

one way for the plate to

- Sacrifice.

sacrifices or committing

taking away numerous lives or

body breaks multiple times in the name of

Their plate will

of Death

“Like you?”

God of Protection's voice was still speaking

as sturdy as a boulder

- Like you.

“Pffft.”

mumbled quietly but

cross the line. Shield

You too. Do not get

“Okay, okay.”

God of Death almost

Soo anymore. Other than maybe to help

let out a short

“Let’s just go home.”

* * *

dark house without

looked at the bookshelves filling his

landed on

Shhh.

Soo from Earth

couch and started reading

Journal entry #XXXX

Earth 2

Soo was

terrible fate in store for

is probably because he is affected by that reincarnator who calls himself the

Tsk.

were lonely people

each other and create a family

Soo will be even lonelier

punks to look into Kim Rok Soo's future at some point.

what a poor little

should tell Choi Jung Gun to inspect this kid’s surroundings every

highly likely that that bastard won’t listen

Death waved his hand in the

of books filling the bookshelves floated

were journals he

from the books and

Journal entry #XXXX

idling away in the Forest