The Trash's Guide to Rewriting a Parallel World

I

Cale would have made a very long list if he had listed everything.

However, there was one world where his gaze was fixed.

It was a tranquil world and a young Cale Henituse was in mourning clothes.

"Cale!" Deruth Henituse came into the view and looked up as well.

Everyone was watching the sky and had realized something by now.

"I think we should."

A bright white light covered Cale even before he could finish his sentence.

Crunch.

He stepped on a black bundle of sticks, which turned into ash and scattered into the air.

This world.

The God of Death stood in front of him.

"Hi there, Little Cale." The GoD still had a shitty smile but Cale went and smacked him well this time—unceremoniously.

"That felt good."

"Ugh! A~t...lea~st... you... fe-urk—lt—good." The God of Death groaned. Even though he is a god, that felt really painful.

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.

"As you can see, this world, your world, and Cale—I mean Roksu's world are all about to be destroyed," said the god of death.

Cale did not mind. His attention was drawn to the two books floating above the dangerous-looking books that the god was holding. It was the Birth of a Hero book and an unknown world.

He was about to ask the God of Death a question when another god barged into the God of Death's world (office) and slammed the door shut.

"THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR BREAKING THE RULES!"

There are rules for a god approaching a human. Those rules are absolute, and even gods cannot change them, regardless of how a god approaches humans. If a god violates a rule, they will be sealed because they cannot die.

Gods required compensation in order to be involved in the affairs of another god. Even if that god is sealed, they must still pay the price. Gods can share their will by making deals or contracts with humans, though they all approach them in different ways.

With what this man has just said, the god of death gallantly fucked up.

"Did this old dude finally about to kick some trouble?"

The newly came god looked at Cale and said, "Yes. A pretty much huge fucked up trouble that even a lifetime's worth of merit won't matter. This fucking old dude went and saved on world and brilliantly destroyed the other."

"What?"

"Do you know parallel worlds?" The god asked.

"Yes."

"There are different times and spaces and worlds that exist in it, and a world that advanced quite quickly affects the rest of the worlds that follow after it," the god smirks, almost mockingly, filled with annoyance. He appears to be on his way to murdering the god of death. "And this damn fucking old dude just let that bastard he brought to that world kill the enemy without making any preparation for the disrupted balance of the worlds to exist," the god said again.

"Killing the white star in the most advanced world would result in the disappearance of the other white star," the god explained. "This word's parallel connection is bound with the appearance of that sentient being akin to deities, which means the world's balance of life and death was destroyed completely. That's why the law of the universe is seeking to prevent those parallel's destruction to maintain the existence of the advanced world."

"Then it should be okay?" If that was the case, the advanced world should've existed. It should have made another possible parallel abandoning the first timeline.

"You're thinking is quite dangerous, young lad." The god disrupted his thoughts. "Ah. so you're that punk this bastard brought that timeline?"

Cale suddenly felt the chills. He gazes at the man who is scrutinizing him.

"It would be okay if this bastard death god sealed the other worlds but he did not."

Cale paled.

"Every world except one is following its fated path; do you know what it takes to maintain the balance between different existences?"

The god of death started nodding, but Cale smacked him again. He can't have this bastard ruin his slacker life once more just because of his carelessness.

"It's the existence of the being that ties the worlds apart." The god spoke, "not you, but the redhead masked man who wrote the future of all worlds."

Cale realized he was in a lot of trouble and that he was going to screw up.

"You must rewrite the last existing old world's future by assuming the role of the lost one."

Cale exhales sharply.

Wait.

He positioned himself and looked at the god and the god of death.

Cale skipped the ceremony and went straight for the god of death.

"You bastard god of death! Bastard! Die, you bastard! Die, you bastard! Die, you bastard! Die, you bastard! Die, you bastard! Die! Die! Die!"

The god of death was powerless in the face of his child. Cale was crying because his slacker life was slipping away from him once more. If he can't have a slacker life, he'll murder this god of death.

He thought he could finally enjoy life.

He thought he could finally retire.

This bastard!

Not only does this cretin god of death want him to save the world, but he also wants him to become that tasteless grubby white starter with no sense of fashion at all?!

The god of death breaks free and flees from the murderous Kim Roksu a.k.a. Cale Henituse. Warping him back to his world.

"COME BACK HERE, YOU BASTARD!!!!!!! I will KILL YOU!" Cale finally screams.

Cale knew it was the moment—he fucked up—for life.

Everyone was staring at him as if he had gone insane. He is already in the halls of Rowoon Kingdom, where the unified alliance of the kingdoms met to discuss the apocalypse.

"Are you okay, dongsaeng? You have been missing for a week, so we decided to plan out moves and tell you when you get back." Alver approached Cale, but the latter screamed at the top of his lungs.

"I ABHOR YOU TO DEATH, YOU BASTARD GOD OF DEATH! WAIT FOR ME!!!! I WILL DEFINITELY KILL YOU WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS! I'LL BEAT YOU UP, SKIN YOU ALIVE, POUR RON'S LEMON TEA ON YOU, DUMP YOU BASTARD GOD OF DEATH ON SALT, ROAST YOU IN THE SUN FOR A YEAR, AND FINALLY DUMP YOU IN A POT OF BOILING OIL AND FEED YOU TO THE VULTURES!! GOT THAT, YOU FUCKING BASTARD GOD OF DEATH!"

He screams like a lunatic while crying for his good ol'beloved slacker life.

Everyone suddenly felt bad for Cale.

He really is an unlucky bastard.

So delulu, Lord Cale.

Why is my lemon tea included?

Why is human acting like Clopeh?

Ohh! My god looked so hot while being angry!

Deruth just shrugged and said, "Let's continue."

It'll be a long time before they can talk, Cale.

He'd be sulking for a long time.

TBC