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 here."
Crunch.
He stepped on a black bundle of sticks 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. 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 nor 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 you 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 as 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.
"I told you that there is 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 stubborn!"
"As stubborn as you though?"
"…Of course!"
The God of Death admitted it.
"Of course they are not as stubborn as me!"
He grumbled with an unhappy expression on his face.
"And I don't 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 seven year old tells a god to shut up?!"
"So are you going to turn away from everyone?"
The God of Death's exaggerated shrugs stopped and his shoulders slumped down to normal.
There was a short moment of silence before the God of Death looked at the desolate ground and broke the silence.
"Oh God of Protection."
He spoke again to the man wiping the old shield.
"Turn away? You know very well that I cannot do that."
The man wiping the shield did not respond at all. However, the God of Death chuckled after seeing him slowly smile.
Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-
A breeze brushed past the God of Death's face. He spoke almost in a sigh.
"Why was it determined that gods were not born but made?"
"Is it hard?"
"Do you think it wouldn't be hard? My goodness-"
He stopped for a moment before continuing.
"I tried to become desensitized, but it's not going well."
"What isn't?"
"I really hate sacrificing a few for the greater good."
"Isn't that why you brought that child over?"
"…Kim Rok Soo?"
"Yes."
"…I can't deny that."
He stood up from the bench.
"Are you leaving?"
"Yes."
"Goodbye."
The man wiping the shield said goodbye to the God of Death without even looking at him. The God of Death did not look at him as he walked out of the hut.
"Why are you following me?"
"Hey idiot."
The God of Death looked at the man with the rose-gold colored hair who called him an idiot.
"What?"
The man scratched at his rose gold colored hair and walked up to the God of Death to speak in a quiet voice after hearing that uninterested response.
"Cheer up. We have booze here, so come if you get frustrated. I can at least give that much to an idiot like you."
The God of Death shook his head as he started walking again.
"Ow, that son of a bitch! He's always like this even when I'm trying to be nice to him!"
He heard an extremely annoyed voice behind his back but he ignored it.
However, he then heard a voice he could not ignore.
The God of Protection. He heard his voice.
It was not in his ear, but in his mind.
– Single-lifers are born with large plates.
– However, plates can always get even bigger.
– And they earn a qualification when their plates get bigger.
– However, there is only one way for the plate to get bigger.
– Sacrifice.
– Forcing countless sacrifices or committing countless sacrifices.
– Either taking away numerous lives or protecting numerous lives.
– When the person's body breaks multiple times in the name of protection…
– Their plate will get bigger.
The God of Death chuckled and quietly mumbled.
"Like you?"
The God of Protection's voice was still speaking in his mind.
He heard a voice as sturdy as a boulder in his mind.
– Like you.
"Pffft."
The God of Death started walking. He then mumbled quietly but loud enough for the owner of this land to hear.
"Don't cross the line. Shield dude."
– You too. Do not get involved anymore.
"Okay, okay."
The God of Death almost stomped away with annoyance.
"I don't plan on messing with Kim Rok Soo anymore. Other than maybe to help him. You care about him so damn much."
He let out a short sigh.
"Let's just go home."
In a dark house without any light…
He looked at the bookshelves filling his house and reached toward it.
A book landed on his palm.
Shhh.
I decided to start including Kim Rok Soo from Earth 2 to my list of observation candidates starting today.
The God of Death sat on his couch and started reading through his observation journal.
Journal entry #XXXX
I decided to start including Kim Rok Soo from Earth 2 to my list of observation candidates starting today.
Basically, Kim Rok Soo was born today.
This guy has quite a terrible fate in store for him.
It is probably because he is affected by that reincarnator who calls himself the second White Star.
Tsk.
Kim Rok Soo's parents were lonely people as well.
However, two lonely people managed to find each other and create a family to earn their own little happiness, but…
It looks like Kim Rok Soo will be even lonelier than they were.
I'm going 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 the world is extremely sad.
Man, what a poor little guy.
I should tell Choi Jung Gun to inspect this kid's surroundings every so often.
But… it is highly likely that that bastard won't listen to me. That rotten bastard.
The God of Death waved his hand in the air.
A few books from the mountain of books filling the bookshelves floated up and opened on their own.
These were journals he had personally written.
The words floated up from the books and showed the records in the air.
Journal entry #XXXX
Choi Han is still idling away in the Forest of Darkness.
Why does this kid not think about leaving the forest?
Yes. I guess that is understandable. Choi Han is not strong yet.
But why doesn't he search the nearby area?
Can't you inherit the power of the God of Protection that is there? Then that'll be good for you!
I can't help but recall something the Shield dude said.
What was it again? Was it something about how his plate isn't the issue, but that he doesn't have the character to take that power?
Where else is there going to be a good and innocent punk like Choi Han? He's just a bit strange, that's all.
Of course, the Shield dude always talks about how that power is for a bad but good guy, but… In my opinion, the Shield dude and Choi Han are two peas in a pod. Hehe.
Anyway, whether it is Choi Han or the Shield dude, what can I do about these two young little punks? Seriously, haaa. They're both so frustrating.
The God of Death waved his hand in the air again.
There was now a glass full of wine in his hand.
Journal entry #XXXX
Haaa. That White Star son of a bitch, if I was still human I would have smacked his fucking face at least two thousand times.
Should I just go beat him up? No. I can't do that. That world would hate me if I personally stepped in.
Haa… It's so annoying.
It's annoying even to write these entries.
The White Star found a new ancient power today.
The End.
I should just go drink all of the Shield dude's booze.
Tsk.
Ah, but Cage is growing well.
What a cute kiddo. I hope that she at least doesn't starve nor eat weird things and grows up eating everything she wants to eat, but I really want her to stop ignoring me.
It makes me a bit sad.
"That punk White Star is done for now."
The God of Death took a sip of wine.
The White Star wasn't the only one who was gone.
"The sealed god won't be able to get out into the world ever again either."
And the reason that was possible…
"Should I say it is all thanks to Kim Rok Soo?"
No.
There were others who were responsible as well.
All things had many people who could be said to be responsible for it. The God of Death's eyes headed toward an entry floating in the corner.
Journal entry #XXX
A single-lifer was born after tens of years, generation after generation, in the Choi family of Earth 2. However, nobody from that family has ever risen to become a god.
Why is that the case?
Is it because they were born with personalities that were better suited as extremely stubborn subordinates than leaders?
Ah, I am not talking about Choi Jung Gun.
That punk isn't even a subordinate.
He's just someone I made a deal with.
It is the truth.
There is no way that I would think that that bastard, that extremely rude bastard, is a precious subordinate of mine!
I mean it!
Anyway, it is quite a peculiar household.
Screeeech-
The God of Death heard the door to his house open behind him, but didn't look back. He started speaking instead.
"You're here?"
"Yes."
The God of Death summoned a couch and offered the couch and a cup of wine to the individual who walked up next to him.
"Here. Have a drink."
"It's fine. Are you reading your journals again?"
"Yes. I need to go through them at least once."
"Because your mistakes are written in them?"
"That's right. I am not omnipotent."
"Hmph."
The God of Death turned toward the individual who snorted.
He could not see the individual.
This individual definitely existed, but was not visible in the darkness.
The God of Death opened his mouth.
"So, what brings the Sun God here? You're not a god who would show up for no reason."
"…."
An existence that could not be seen in the darkness.
The Sun God always hid her appearance in the darkness as she moved.
The existence that once moved around while releasing a bright, hot, and radiant light as if she wanted to cast aside all darkness from this world started not revealing herself since some moment in the past.
The Sun God had said it was a form of atonement.
"There is something I wish to know."
"Oh really? Ask away. I'm in quite the good mood so I'll answer any one question you may have, Sun God."
They were both silent for a moment.
"Oh, God of Death."
"Yeah?"
"Is there really no existence that could bestow death to a god?"
Crack.
The wine glass in the God of Death's hand cracked and disappeared into the darkness.
"I was in a good mood but not anymore."
A smile appeared on the God of Death's face.
"So it looks like I won't be able to answer your question."
"…More than anybody else."
The Sun God asked in a calm voice.
"Weren't you the god who wanted death more than anybody else and sought out that method?"
"Huuuuuu."
The God of Death let out a deep sigh and responded in an emotionless voice.
"I did not manage to find such a method."
The God of Death's eyes slowly sank low and held no emotions. The voice flowing out of his mouth was heavy but held no emotions either.
"Oh, Sun God. You are not looking for eternal death but 'death.' And the beings who are allowed to experience that 'death' are only ones who can be reborn to live new lives."
"…."
"Is it that you want to be reborn as a human again?"
The God of Death did not wait for the silent Sun God's response and continued to speak.
"I don't know what you are hoping for with those thoughts but let go of useless dreams."
His voice was quite firm.
Don't both you and I have the burdens of mistakes to carry?"
The Sun God finally responded after a long time.
"…Yes."
There was a moment of silence between the two gods again. The God of Death didn't put much deep thoughts into it and simply seeped into this stillness as if he was water flowing through.
He heard the Sun God's voice at that moment and it pulled his mind out of the surface of the stillness.
"Is it Lee Soo Hyuk?"
A deep wrinkle appeared on the God of Death's forehead.
"The human you have with you."
Plop. Plop.
A few of the observation journals floating in the air fell to the ground. The God of Death spoke in a low voice.
"Hey you damn bundle of light."
"…."
'This Sun God bitch has no tact at all, no tact.'
"Hey you damn bundle of light, that kid used to work for me. Don't mess with him."
"…I'm not saying it because I want to mess with him."
"Then?"
This damn bundle of light, the Sun God, was the lunatic who did all sorts of things in the past because she hated the dark attribute so much. The God of Death did not trust this woman. The Sun God must have realized this as she let out a short sigh and mumbled.
"I couldn't help but be envious of Lee Soo Hyuk. I was envious of the fact that he could live a new life, a life that is not eternal."
The God of Death snorted.
"Oh damn bundle of light. Don't get the wrong idea."
He corrected the Sun God's delusion.
"Gods do not have lives. We simply have a duration of existence."
That was the way of life for individuals who were imprinted with eternal life.
"Is that your answer, oh God of Death?"
"It is not my answer but my belief."
Belief was something that could overcome existence.
"…I'll be heading back now."
"Alright, hurry up and go, go."
The God of Death could finally be alone in his place.
He slowly took a few steps and bent down. He picked up a few of the observation journals that had fallen to the floor.
As he bent down once more to pick up the last remaining journal… He could see an entry from a certain day.
Journal entry #XXXXX
Choi Jung Soo rejected my offer.
Kim Rok Soo remained alive.
I thought that I would understand humans and their inner thoughts very well once I became a god, but… Although I can faintly see the end of humans, I still cannot understand their inner thoughts.
That was why gods who had more abilities and powers could not be heroes but humans, who are lacking quite a bit in those aspects, could become heroes.
This Lee Soo Hyuk bastard isn't much but… He's a bit special. I think that he is special every time I see him.
I should bring both of them with me.
But I am a bit scared of Choi Jung Gun. What if he comes and destroys everything in my office again?
I should go hide in the Shield dude's house. No. That bastard has a weak spot for Choi Jung Gun so he will probably capture me and hand me over to Choi Jung Gun.
Then, mm, the Sun God… I should stealthily go hide in the Sun God's warehouse.
"That was the first time I was beaten by a broom since I became a god."
That broom was naturally in the Sun God's warehouse and something used by those who served the Sun God.
'Dead. Today. You.'
'But gods cannot die?'
'I'll make you think that dying would have been better.'
Choi Jung Gun had commented in a low voice before swinging the broom with his sword arts and the God of Death couldn't help but get the chills any time he thought about that moment.
'I like the fact that you cannot die.'
'Hmm?'
'You're not going to die no matter how much I beat you up or cut you down.'
This was the day I learned that the Choi family was filled with normal-looking bastards who were completely out of their minds the farther you go up the family tree.
"Was this when it started?"
Changes had happened to the God of Death's observation journals.
Number XXXXX
People at the company were calling Kim Rok Soo cold-blooded.
It was understandable.
He had never had work piled up even after his friends died, he ate all three meals a day properly, and his clothes were tidy.
He showed no issues whatsoever.
He did not turn down working late and seemed obsessed with work.
However, this punk hasn't been able to sleep properly since he survived.
Who cares if he is eating well when he can't sleep well?
Of course, he himself does not seem to feel the problematic issue of his sleep.
An existence that survived when he was supposed to die.
My interest in him couldn't disappear.
At least not until he died.
Journal entry #XXXXX
Kim Rok Soo looks lonely.
No.
He doesn't even seem to know what loneliness is.
"Hmm."
Chh. Chhh.
The journal entries continued.
Observation of the White Star and the world. Information about other dimensions and worlds.
There were a lot of worlds for the God of Death to observe.
"There really is a lot."
Despite that, observations of Kim Rok Soo were recorded in each day's journal entry.
He got another large scar fighting in the vanguard.
Lee Soo Hyuk, who was watching this next to me, laughed in a low voice and I couldn't help but be scared despite being a god.
Is he really human?
I can't help but question it every so often.
This guy is definitely an average bastard but he doesn't seem like an average bastard.
Kim Rok Soo is sleeping well today.
Cage is sleeping well too.
Both Cage and Kim Rok Soo are growing well.
Of course both of them are adults already, but they are continuing to get fitter.
Cage is a priestess but is she planning on taking the path of a fighter?
I am already busy enough with all the dimensions I need to maintain, but this White Star son of a bitch keeps annoying me.
I'm already heated up because those Hunter bastards keep causing issues everywhere… I… The White Star… I really want to punch him.
I started observing Cage to get some healing and watched as she downed a giant jug of booze.
…Yeah, I guess it's good to consume a large amount no matter what it is.
Mm. But shouldn't Kim Rok Soo eat something while working?
Ahh, Choi Jung Soo is coming. I should stop writing now. I know that he will respectfully ask me what I was plotting while looking at me with a vicious gaze if he notices me observing Kim Rok Soo.
Of course, I am indeed plotting something.
"Mm."
The God of Death reached out his hand. Another book floated up and revealed the words inside in the air.
Journal entry #XXXXX
Kim Rok Soo and Cale Henituse switched bodies in the end.
This is the last move I had remaining.
Kim Rok Soo was a variable and a mutant."
And that last move…
"It was the best."
It was the best move the God of Death had available.
"What do you think?"
"…You knew I was here?"
"Of course."
A small wolf appeared from the darkness.
Single-lifers were not only for humans. Any living creature in the world could be a single-lifer.
This wolf had blue fur that seemed to sparkle in silver.
"Death, your move was not a good move."
"Was it really not?"
"But this child turned that move into a good one."
The small wolf used his front paw to lightly tap the words Kim Rok Soo floating above the journal.
"And the existences around that child also created good results."
The small wolf's dark blue eyes were full of wisdom.
"It is because everybody gave it their best."
"Your child gave it his best as well."
The wolf smiled bitterly at the God of Death's comment. The God of Death looked at him with pity before opening his mouth.
"…Why did you come to my house?"
"I just stopped by while passing through."
The wolf turned around without any hesitation.
"Then I will be on my way now. It'll be bad if others see me."
"…Do you want a drink?"
The wolf shook his head without looking back.
"You may be disowned if you drink with an existence that has been disowned by the gods."
"Your descendant might help you regain your status."
"I."
The wolf looked at the God of Death. The God of Death subconsciously flinched at the eyes that had a thick aura like the gods who had kept their positions since before ancient times.
The wolf muttered on.
"I simply wish for my children to have peace."
The wolf then disappeared into the darkness.
"Haaaaa."
Once the aura that seemed to bind his body disappeared and he was left alone, the God of Death ruffled through his hair and plopped down on the ground.
"…He is an existence that has existed since before ancient times. He might be in the top five if we don't consider the status."
Although he was not welcomed by anybody in this world right now and his descendants were creatures that had their existence questioned…
"Hmm. Was that child named Lock the candidate for the Wolf King?"
It would be good if that child could decipher the secret.
That someone who has no place of his own and can only roam would have a place to return to.
"Ah, but seriously. Anybody comes into my house as they please. Should I just lock the door?"
The God of Death had purposely made it so that anybody could come into his territory as they pleased but he couldn't help but be annoyed more and more as multiple existences popped in randomly like this.
"Yo."
He heard a new voice at that moment and the emotion disappeared from the God of Death's face.
"You finally captured the sealed god in your hand?"
"Oh, God of Hope. What brings you here, sir?"
Existences that were here before ancient times… The few gods who had too much status to retire and have not stepped down from their positions because nobody with enough abilities to replace them has appeared…
One of those gods, the God of Hope, had come to see the God of Death.
The God of Death's heart sank down at the fact that someone who was known for rarely getting his butt out of his place came to see him.
"I'm sure you are well aware as to why I am here."
The God of Hope only moved during special times.
The God of Death mumbled those times.
"Where hope appears."
And…
"Before hope disappears."
And finally…
"Before an existence with hope falls in danger."
The God of Hope smiled and nodded his head.
"Yes, you are well aware."
The God of Death looked toward the small light flickering in the darkness.
That was the God of Hope.
He was a small faint light that could not be seen under light, one that was clearly visible in the darkness but something that looked as if it could go out at any moment.
However, that light had never gone out since the dawn of time and nothing existed in this Divine World that could destroy this light.
Even the 'law' could not destroy this light.
The God of Hope never showed his appearance and always traveled looking like this. He claimed that even among his fellow gods only those with the qualification could see him.
"Child."
The God of Hope always called the God of Death child.
This god probably saw all existence as children.
"I want you to protect the seed of qualification."
The God of Death's eyes clouded over.
The small blinking light disappeared at the same time.
"…Qualification?"
'There's a seed with the qualification to see the God of Hope's true appearance?
He wants me to protect that seed?
Who is that seed?'
"Mm."
The God of Death gulped.
"It's obvious."
It was obvious who would have that qualification.
The God of Death had attentively watched over existences from multiple dimensions. One of them must be the seed.
There were a few people who came to his mind immediately as potential candidates.
"Cale Henituse, Choi Han, Ahn Roh Man, Schatten Wilson, Wi Sehwa…"
There were quite a few now that he counted through them.
"Haaaa."
His mind started to turn into a complicated mess.
There were still quite a few elements of danger remaining. To be more specific, they were elements that could cause chaos rather than danger.
In that aspect, the God of Chaos was someone who had kept his position a long time similar to the God of Hope.
"Mm."
The God of Death buried his body into the couch and started to think about the elements of danger. He then subconsciously said one word out loud.
"…Hunters…"
An emotion as intense as a wildfire burst in his mind at that moment.
Oooooooong- Ooooooooong-
The area started to rumble.
The God of Death scowled and closed his eyes. He needed to calm the wildfire in his heart.
It was at that moment.
Chhhhhh-
Chhhhh-
The area around him started to move on its own without his orders.
This was the God of Death's house. The house was moving items on his behalf.
The God of Death opened his eyes in response.
"Ha!"
He scoffed after looking at the page of the book that was in front of him.
Of the numerous journal entries he had, the entries for some specific days had been opened.
Journal entry #XXXXX
Kim Rok Soo, no, no. I should call him something else now.
Cale Henituse used his Indestructible Shield at the capital today to save the lives of many people.
Choi Jung Soo smiled with such satisfaction at that.
Although he said he was suited for outside work and kept telling me he hated assisting with office work… Seeing Cale's performance today made him say that he will focus on office work for a while and asked me for documents to handle.
He's a funny bastard.
Mm. It would have been good if Lee Soo Hyuk was here today too. That punk seems to be pretty busy right now trying to take care of all of his relationships here while working hard to get used to the other world.
It makes sense since there are a lot of things to prepare and persist through in order to reincarnate in that world with all of his memories. I should tease him about how he missed a good show when he shows up again. Hehe.
Anyway, we decided to eat out to celebrate what Choi Jung Soo called, 'watching Cale Henituse who threw himself into the fire as he always does.'
I should steal the booze for our meal from the Sun God's warehouse. Ah, will Cage potentially listen to me if I give her a taste of the Sun God's handmade booze? It tastes wonderful.
Anyway, that punk Cale Henituse has so much affection for others.
The God of Death remembered a moment when he had been happy.
He calmed himself down at this house, this domain consoling him and grabbed a journal floating in the air.
Shhhh, shhhh.
Raon…
That child's fate has completely changed now that he has a name.
Isn't this marvelous?
Fate is something that feels like it cannot be changed, but a small act of goodwill, something as trivial as a heart that would not let him avoid such a thing could change it.
Even the God of Fate should not be able to ascertain their lives now that two beings with changed fates are together.
The God of Death thought about Cale Henituse, the human he had spent the most time observing lately.
Although he was simply observing one punk, it allowed him to also watch as Cale changed the lives of the individuals around him.
Cale Henituse, the original Kim Rok Soo was the last card the God of Death had up his sleeve, but he never expected that card to do things so well.
"It's probably because he didn't try to do well."
The reason Cale Henituse had been able to do everything until now was not because he had a desire to do well but because he was trying to protect things no matter what it took.
That was the reason even that Shield dude started observing Cale Henituse at some point and is preparing to stealthily help him.
A line in the journal caught the God of Death's attention.
It looks like Cale Henituse has a family now.
What would not being lonely mean for Cale Henituse as someone who spent most of his life being lonely?
"Aren't I the bastard who used him knowing that was the case?"
He had not put that punk Kim Rok Soo in Cale Henituse's body after only seeing his situation as Kim Rok Soo.
If Kim Rok Soo were to become Cale Henituse… Based on his personality…
If he had information to get stronger…
Wouldn't he manage to achieve something?
That was the reason he was the last card the God of Death could use.
In the end, Cale Henituse did even better than he had expected and was creating a place for himself in that world.
"It's such a relief-"
Plop. Plop.
The journal fell to the ground.
Crack crack.
He heard his domain breaking.
This domain that was placed within the darkness… This domain that was so familiar to the God of Death for that reason was starting to feel unfamiliar.
Shaaaaaaaaaaaa-
A breeze blew by him.
That breeze was cold but dry.
The being who cast this kind of breeze as he moved…
The God of Death jumped up from his seat.
"Motherf- ugh!"
However, his body soon fell forward.
Boom!
His body hit the ground. He tried to raise his body but an intangible force pushing down from all directions made it impossible to move.
He barely managed to turn his head. His cheek touched the ground. There were beads of sweat on his face despite it being on the cold ground.
"It's been a while."
Click click.
The God of Death heard the sound of leather shoes before he saw some grey shoes stop in front of him. He rolled his eyes to look up.
However, once he got past the body of the individual in front of him and just reached that individual's neck…
"You have a rebellious gaze every time I see you."
"Cough, ugh!"
The God of Death had to curl his body because of a pain that made it feel as if his body was being twisted. His gaze could not see the face above the neck.
However, he was very well aware of the individual who came to find him.
The God of Balance.
Someone who, like Hope and Chaos, had maintained his position as a god since a long time ago as there was nobody to replace him.
"Huuff, huuuuuff!"
The God of Death could not breathe properly from the pain that twisted his whole body and his inner organs. However, his mind was calmer than expected even through all of that.
'He must have been watching and come to see me now that one thing has been resolved.'
The God of Hope and God of Balance, who had only been observing until now, made their move now that the God of Death's second problem of the White Star and the Sealed God was decently resolved.
He couldn't tell why the God of Hope had made his move, but he could understand why the God of Balance had moved.
'That was why I was avoiding him!
Fuck.'
The God of Death's whole body was in pain. It felt as if he would be ripped to shreds.
He heard the God of Balance's condescending but stoic voice.
"You acted too cheeky."
Balance.
That was an existence distant from good and evil.
It was not a matter of judgment.
It was to not lean in favor of either direction.
"You need to limit how much you twist things. Do you know how difficult it has been for the children who look at fate?"
"Ugh, ugh!"
The God of Death did everything he could to raise his head and look at this individual.
However, his body would only shake and not move as he wanted it to move.
"The former God of Death was not like this."
Shaaaaaaaaaaaa-
He felt a cold breeze.
Plop. Plop. Plop.
A few of the journals from the bookshelf in the corner of the room fell to the ground.
A rolled up piece of paper was hidden behind those journals.
'Fuck!'
The God of Death realized what the God of Balance was taking out and scowled.
Plop.
The rolled up paper opened before it fell right in front of the God of Death.
This paper was a Book of the Dead.
Alberu Crossman
Deruth Henituse
Rosalyn
Lock
Ron Molan
It was the Book of the Dead with the list of names of people who should have died.
They were individuals who were fated to die if the real Henituse, who was born with the life of a transmigrator, did not get the ability to regress back in time.
Click. Click.
The grey shoes arrived in front of the God of Death's face.
The God of Death could hear the voice that was echoing above his head as if it would strike down at him.
"How can you, as the God of Death, be so lost in saving lives?"
"Ugh…!"
The pain in his body became even worse.
The stoic voice continued speaking as the God of Death did everything he could to resist the pain.
"You saved too many lives. The balance will be destroyed if you do that."
The corners of the God of Death's lips slightly curled up even through the pain.
It meant that what he did saved so many lives to the point that this guy was worried about the balance.
"Tsk."
The God of Balance clicked his tongue as if he could tell the God of Death was smiling despite being unable to see Death's face.
He spoke as if he was making an announcement.
"I simply let it be as I found the sealed god to be unacceptable. I closed my eyes to what you did only because you did not move to resolve your grudges. There will be no next time."
The pain disappeared a bit.
The God of Death raised his head.
Yellow eyes were glowing in the darkness.
"I don't want to see that rebellious gaze of yours."
"Ugh!"
The God of Death's entire body was filled with intense pain again and he could only roll on the ground in an unsightly manner.
"Understand your place properly."
Click. Click.
The steps became distant.
The God of Death was able to escape from the pain once he could not hear them anymore.
"Huff. Huff."
He caught his breath, put some strength into his shaking hands, and barely managed to lift himself up. His whole body was covered in sweat.
"Huuuuuu."
He let out a deep breath and thought about the sudden appearance of the God of Balance.
'I guess he came to warn me.'
All sorts of things such as dimension travel, transmigration, and regression had happened in order to deal with the sealed god and the White Star.
The God of Balance had let enough things go as is.
But the fact that he appeared now-
"Does that mean there's another reason for me to move?"
Of course, even the God of Death was basically certain that things will happen that will annoy him quite a bit.
That was why he could understand what the God of Balance was worried about. However, the God of Balance did not know that just warning him was useless.
'It looks like the Shield dude and bundle of light are going to move too.'
Furthermore, even with the God of Balance's warning, he should be able to feign ignorance and make a couple moves.
The God of Hope.
That existence told him to protect the seed.
Even the God of Balance could not defeat the God of Hope.
Hope, from time to time, has a strong enough power that could overcome anything.
"Haaaa. Damn it."
'Who the fuck said that it was good to become a god?'
The God of Death pushed his complicated head and his body that had finally overcome the pain to stand up and walk.
He was planning on resting a bit first but he had no choice.
The God of Balance's voice echoed in his ears.
'You saved too many lives. The balance will be destroyed if you do that.'
That meant that many people would soon die to fix the destroyed balance.
"I need to get consent first."
The God of Death mumbled about what he needed to do as he walked out of the house.
He completely forgot about having to write a journal entry for today.
This was the third time he had forgotten to write a journal entry.
After some time…
"I guess you're finally up."
"God?"
The God of Death smiled at Cale Henituse, who was looking at him with quite the insolent expression.
This was the day when the God of Death invited Cale Henituse into his domain to chat for the first time.
It was also the day that Cale learned that Lee Soo Hyuk had reincarnated into his world.
Furthermore, it was the day that the God of Death was able to inform Cale that something that even he, as a god, could not easily discuss, was about to happen.
"Huuuuuu."
The God of Death plopped down on a chair after finishing that short meeting with Cale.
He picked up a pen.
Journal entry #XXXXX
I met face to face with Cale Henituse for the first time.
He seems to hate me quite a bit.
I understand. Even I can tell that I did so many things that would get him to hate me.
But it does make me a bit sad.
I've been watching over Cage and that punk since they were little.
I'm concerned.
I'm probably going to have to do things like that a few more times. Am I going to get beaten up by Cale Henituse at this rate?
…That'll probably hurt a lot.
Click. Click.
He heard the clicking of shoes outside the office door. He was certain that the God of Balance had arrived.
"Fuck!"
The God of Death quickly finished his journal entry.
Anyway, good luck Cale Henituse.
I'll help you a lot. Mm, maybe doing nothing will be helping him?
Anyway, good luck!