The Trash's Guide to Rewriting a Parallel World

I

The war has ended and the hunters have finally been taken care of. Cale plans on going on a vacation but he ends up cursing the moment he reaches Ubar Beach.

Not because it's not a nice day to go sunbathing but it's freaking freezing as if they're in the middle of winter.

"Should not the Ubar region have tropical weather?" Cale wondered. After that, his plans for an amazing vacation came to naught. How in the world did the beach get a snowstorm in the middle of summer?! He's not crazy enough to take a dip in that freezing water. He's not insane like Clopeh to go to freeze in hell at all.

But that's not the only thing that changes.

"Ugh. It should be summer but why is it raining so hard in the capital?"

Even the Crown Prince lamented the fact that thunder-hailstorms have been going on for weeks now.

"Too weird."

But everything changed when Clopeh Sekka entered the room through the window and said that the North is all summer when it's all year-round winter!

"Did you finally sign a contract with a demon?" was Eruhaben's first question.

But no! Mt. Yelia, the dragon's lair, which was supposed to be winter all year as well, looked like a desert right now. It was so hot that Eruhaben's magic couldn't stop it anymore. That's why he came to Cale.

The jungle that was supposed to have tropical weather suddenly had four seasons changing in a very fast pace. Litana needed Cale's help because it is winter in the evening, spring in the early morning, scorching summer at noon, and autumn at dusk. It was so strange that the Jungle Monarch immediately approached him.

It was supposed to be his long-awaited retirement, but all these jerks are following him.

Not only that, but Tunka had mixed feelings with Whipper Kingdom's sudden spring when they were supposed to be in the middle of a desert.

Rosalyn also approached him and informed him that the humidity in Breck fluctuates significantly and that sudden heatwaves occur.

Whitara's leadership brought even the sea to him, as different parts of the waters experience different things in different regions.

"It is disrupting the entire system of the world," Cale thought, as if another useless piece of trashy work was about to happen to him.

My retirement. My peaceful, slacker life...

He thought he could already smell victory, but it was slowly wearing off.

Cale stood up, but the ground was ruptured by a powerful earthquake. Everyone grabs onto each other and flees the trembling Weston Castle. When—

"Good Lords," said Clopeh Sekka.

Cale slowly raised his head. His eyes widened as he caught full sight of the sky.

Just as the Apocalypse did in his previous world.

This supposedly saved world is about to be destroyed.

"Human."

Cale, who did not want to fight anymore, experienced chills and resurfaced trauma.

It was the same scene, the same gore, and the same moment when his trauma began.

He was, after all, a man doomed to lose everything he loved.

He curses, "That fucking God of Death."

Images of ruined worlds appeared in the sky. A desert Weston City, a sunken Weston City, a city in a sea of fire, a city in ruins, a city filled with carnivorous plants, a city with raining hailstorms and thunders, and many more are all possible.