Trash Wants To Slack!

Beginning of a new story 2

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A few days had passed since the last talk with GoD

The red haired is currently dozing of in his bed when a certain bastard barged in his room.

*BANG*

"My child~! Cale, it's time to go!"

The said man groggily sat up from his bed, still half asleep.

"...Was it really necessary to barge in like that? you might break my door." Cale said while shooting an irritated look.

"Aigoo~ it's ok even if it breaks I'll just fix it, easy." The man beside his bed said while having a smug look.

"haaa... Just send me already." He had no energy to deal with this bastard.

"Ofcourse but before that, I must tell you something. Once you are in the land of mortals you won't be able to physically enter your dimension anymore, you'll only be able to enter once you are not conscious; Only souls or beings without a mortal body is allowed in our dimensions."

"Got it, anything else?"
'It's not like I'll be needing to come here once I get there, I'll only be using this place for storage.' ... or so he thought.

"You won't be able to have any access in this place for a while until your soul has fully adjuted in your new body. Your ancient powers will be restricted for a few years as well, That's all."

The man with silver hair waved his hand, black smoke appeared surrounding the red haired.

"Wait! what about him?! how will I find him?"

"Don't worry, you will meet him when the time is right."

Before Cale could say anything else the black smoke had fully enveloped him, pulling his consciousness away.

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Opening his eyes, the first thing he sees is a white ceiling.
White, almost everything around him is white.

"What the... who the heck decorated this room? is white their favorite color?" Cale mumbled to himself, scanning the area.

The room he's in only consisted a white bed, white table, white chair, white cabinet, a full sized mirror and a stack of books.
Cale then walked towards the mirror checking his appearance.

'???'
"huh?"

Standing infront of the mirror, there he can see a 5 yr. old boy with red hair, long enough to reach his shoulders, pale white skin, reddish-brown eyes and long lashes.
looking at it closely, his appearance seem to be similar to his previous one, the only difference is that his features are a little softer and that his eyes are more red tinted. the boy truly looked beautiful.

snapping from his thoughts admiring his appearance, he notices the bandages covering his arms.

"This body is full of bandages..." Unwrapping the bandage, he glances at his arm.

"There's no wounds?..." There are no traces of anything in the other areas that had bandages as well.

'Considering the amount of blood in the bandages it must've been a deep wound. even if it had healed it should've left at least a scar... Is it because of the effects of the world tree dagger?'

His skin looked clean and smooth, no blemishes can be seen, no traces of any wounds as if he didn't have any in the first place.

*knock knock*