The Trash's Guide to Rewriting a Parallel World

XII

For the sake of this fic, Cale will be called White Star in the TBOAH WORLD. For short:

IF in TCF World

Cale = Cale Henituse/Lord Cale

Alver Crossman = His Majesty

IF in the TBOAH World [for all POV]

Cale = White Star/Lief Cicero/Bob, depending on the POV, but Cale's and NO ONE's POV, he will be WHITE STAR

Alver = Alver/Assassin/Lief Cicero

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"Be careful, Cale." That's what the God of Death said when he summoned him after their attempted assassination: "Not only time will be twisted but everything... including thoughts and personalities, including you."

Right now, White Star wields the most powerful authority within the arm. A single, "go and assassinate the first prince," ended up quite spectacular, except for how Alver Crossman tried breaking Alberu with everything he had.

"Lord? " His thoughts were disturbed by Ron, who delivered him a letter from Choi Han.

Choi Han is now training Little Cale in the depths of the Forest of Darkness. Apparently, little Cale had the potential to become a crazy sword freak, only he didn't have anyone to teach him, much less support him. It's remarkable that he immediately returned to his training and ignored his duties as a noble.

With Henituse County in pure chaos right now with Deruth's insistence on becoming the Count, Cale suddenly found a reason to attack it.

With Deruth Henituse's usurpation of the county, a lavish decorative investiture only happened to the leader of the turtles. He thought that man became the count as he wanted by proving himself to all people, but to think that such an upright man would eliminate every Henituse and take the county for himself.

Should I try killing Deruth?

But that would be overkill.

Deruth Henituse is someone who was spared in their world, but he's a character who was supposed to die in the first place, especially in the battle of Weston City. He was the reason why little Cale fought so hard to protect Bassen and Lilly—the ultimatum where he already discarded his want to be loved and took the burden for life.

A dangerous game is played inside his head.

White Star Stood up. Finally, he understood Alver's intention to destroy himself.

They can never be prepared if the pillars they hold dear are there.

A smile flashed on his face.

Cale would never come out of his shell when Deruth is alive. Yes, just like how Alberu tries to hate Zed Crossman but is unable to let go of his attachment to that man.

Love is knowing the pain of the greatest betrayal.

"If you do more... you'll eventually destroy your versions," Ron calmly said.

"Ron."

"Yes, My Lord? "

"It's because of those wholesome attachments that this world is going to get destroyed. Me, Alver, and your version are bound to get destroyed because of attachment." White Star spoke, "When you fought with me, what did you do to live? "

Ron was reminded of the day when his arm was cut off. He had only one thing in mind back then—to live and see his son and this redhead master. He let go of his past and simply wanted to see the present one last time.