The Trash's Guide to Rewriting a Parallel World

II

Cale is the most dangerous person in the world right now, following White Star and the Sealed God.

I feel bad for Alver in that world.

The bells of the Church of God of Death rang as soon as Cale stood up.

A priest from the church arrived, excusing themselves while still staring at Cale in such glee.

"Did that Bastard God of Death hand over the items?" Cale inquired.

"Yes, Your Grace," the priest replied, bowing his head.

Everyone was staring at Cale. Anyone would be persecuted for blaspheming a god, but—"I should have expected my bastard Dongsaeng to be an exception," Alver boasted.

Nobody in the world would dare to curse and threaten a god in public—public announcement—public place.

God of Death's credibility suffers when Cale curses him in public, but considering he is the God who rules Death—he is fine. Let's curse him out!

Cale walked out of the hall. His people followed him to the Temple. A box was placed on the altar and was quickly discovered in his hand. He opens the box and sees the same tasteless white mask that White Star had previously worn. It did not have the power of the Demon World, but it did have the power of the Deities. It was imbued with the power of the God of Death, which is similar to the power of the Demon World.

"It is a protection mask imbued with his power," Kage, who can hear the god of death's voice, said, "that bastard said, go do your worst to make you feel good."

Cale cracked a smile and side-eyed Kage.

"Tell that bastard god of death that he should pray to other deities to save himself," Cale was serious, "everything happened because he screwed things up, and the only way to get rid of this annoyance is to screw that bastard's life."

Kage laughed.

"He heard loud and clear," she could see the God of Death preparing his own coffin right now.

The Cintamani shone brilliantly.

"Your Grace," Kage said, "you are permitted to travel back and forth; however, you cannot remain in a warped world for an extended period of time."

"I understand," Cale says as he steps into the bright white light. He puts on the mask, and soon several of his followers follow. He felt conflicted wearing this authentic ARM uniform he hadn't seen for a while. Not everyone, but just enough to keep him safe.

Choi Han, Raon, Ohn, and Vicross tagged along.

Thank goodness, Ron didn't come! Cale screams internally. "Well then," he said, looking around at Alver, his father, and everyone else, "take care of everything."

"Of course, Your Grace/Dongsaeng/Cale."

They vanished into the light as soon as Cale entered the room.

He got chills as he saw himself walking through a villainous castle that was supposed to be Arm's secret base.

Fuck it. Cale grinned, unable to contain his delight; I thought he was a tasteless bastard.

He was convinced that White Star's taste had been tainted by his youth.

"My Lord, welcome!"

ARM's top brasses, The Healer, The Young Child, The Old Mage, The Dragon Half-blood (former), Syrem (the Fake Dragon Slayer), Sir Bernard, Becrock (archimago), Bear King Sayeru, Lion King Dorph were all present.