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In a mysterious space with grey fog, a low laughter echoed through, it filled with a lot of emotions; relief, pain, delight and mocking.
Cale brushed his hair backward with his right hand before letting out a sigh, he had been out of control on his emotion that led him to laugh for a damn 10 minutes. He didn't have time for this, according to his calculations his half soul should be on wage of death courtesy of white shit.
He had to fuse with his half soul before the God of Death grabbed him for tea time.
Cale hid his divine aura before hopping into the red dot.
Instantly he arrived at the battlefield he had died in his first life. Choi Han the hero was fighting with White radish the god wannabe. While his other half was staring at him with a weird glint in his eyes. "You are here."
Cale nodded his head before revealing a small smile. 40-year-old Cale raised his eyebrows when he realised the time had stopped.
"Took your time, didn't you?" the half soul Cale asked, he had received some memories of his new god self.
"Couldn't help it." God Cale sincerely answered, making Cale nodded his head in understanding that the little boy's fate was too gruesome and tragic. No wonder his other half was reluctant to leave that boy and stayed there without hesitation. "Alright then, time is coming shall we begin?"
With that the two souls infused to each other, no one was paying attention to 40 years old Cale so they didn't notice a reddish full moon symbol appear on his forehead.
Cale struggled to control the divine power that could now rival all gods existing in his own world. It took him 5 minutes to hold back all the power his body was receiving.
Cale used some of his power to teleport to where two main parties were battling, arriving right in front of Choi han blocking the attack head on, a sword pierced through him, Cale could see shock in Choi Han's face which he didn't care as he transferred his mother's ancient power to Choi Han before he teleported the hero party to somewhere else. "Use it well, you punk!"
The hero party disappeared making the white shit angry while Cale closed his eyes as he felt himself dying.
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Cale could feel the presence of the GoD but ignored it in favour of relaxing a little bit. He was slowly holding back his presence of a new god and divine power.
It was a mess as he sent it to his own domain to store and hide it from the gods.
"My child,wake up." GoD was helpless at the human pretending to sleep. He watches the human slowly open his eyes with a blank face.
"What do you want?" Cale rudely asked while rubbing between his eyes, he was having a headache because of the separation of his power.
GoD:"..." He had never seen such a rude human as his own favourite children.
"Shsh.." Cale shushed the God of Death when he saw the GoD opening his mouth to say something.
GoD: "..." He had been interrupted before he could answer the rude human. Cale didn't care about the sulking god, he was busy with taming the headache caused by his own power rampanting in the box containing it.
Cale finally sealed the divine power, although it was temporarily sealed but it could hold for a year. "So what does the God of Death want from this lowly mortal?"
God of Death hearing Cale's calm voice finally stopped sulking. "So you do know I'm a God?"
"Who wouldn't know when this space is screaming for death?" Cale held back himself from rolling his eyes.
GoD was speechless:"..."
Seeing the human raising his eyes at him with 'go ahead continue'. The rudeness was so visible that GoD lamented.
"Ahem, the reason you are here is because I wanted to have a conversation." GoD softly said, Cale really wanted to roll his eyes.
"I'm not stupid, tell the real reason for why would an almighty god bring a lowly mortal for a conversation?!" Cale retorted, crossing his arms while looking at the god sharply.
GoD wanted to sigh at the boy's rudeness towards him but also amused. "Ho, smarter than I anticipated as expected of my child!"
That is right the GoD decided this rude human as his other child. Cale almost tripped even though he wasn't walking because of the GoD's antics. Rubbing his temples, Cale felt another headache coming. GoD seeing his new child not refuting his claim, GoD was filled with happiness.
"My child, this father of yours wanted to give you some choices!" God of Death was particularly shining brightly with his smile. Cale didn't know it was possible for darkness to shine brightly like a sun? If he wasn't good at controlling his facial expression then he would have closed his eyes and put his hand in front of himself to block.
Cale was really thankful for his 10 years of acting, guess his biology father had given him some skills? "What kind of choice?"
Cale blankly listened to the GoD telling him the same thing he said in his first life but not as a deal but as a first choice. The second choice was to regress while GoD's favourite child will uhh transmigrate like Choi Han.
"NO" Cale immediately rejected both choices, making the GoD title his head in confusion. "Let that child become my younger brother and regress me. In exchange for it I will become your saint!"
It wasn't fair for God of Death to do that but Cale will make it up once he becomes a saint and settles down. God of Death thought about it, that wasn't impossible and it was quite good for his other child.
"Alright, we can do that!" GoD simply said making Cale's favourable impression on GoD better.
"Do you have a name? It's troublesome to call your whole title." Cale casually asked, he found it's too long to call it out when he wanted to talk to GoD. Cale waited for a good minute without any response from his fa -GoD.
"Don't tell me you don't have one?" Cale looked at GoD in disbelief. GoD shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal and he hadn't bothered to find a name for himself as he was always called by his title.
"Unlucky bastard," Cale muttered under his breath quietly. GoD didn't know why his child said that, it wasn't a big deal to not have a name right?
"My child, I shall send you back now!" God of Death said as he could feel the limitations of a human staying at his domain. The God of Death didn't want his child to be stuck here, lest his child be harmed by the death aura for staying here a long time.
"Alright! See you later, Azrael." Cale waved, he was fading away leaving the God of Death confused as who was Azrael...... then he realised that his child had given him a name.
Azrael was delighted at the name his child gave him, although he didn't understand if his name had meaning behind it or not.
Cale opened his eyes, he was laying down on his soft bed and what came into his view was the ceiling he was familiar with, having been living there for 30 years. Cale laid there silently staring at the ceiling while receiving the child version of his memory and fusion of their soul.
There wasn't much that had changed, but one thing that changed was that his mother Jour was pregnant and Cale had regressed when he was 1 years old it seems. Being one year old gave him a lot of advantages.
Cale closed his eyes as if he was sleeping so as to not make others worried at his state of eyes open but not reacting. Then he arrived at his own domain, filled with red fog..? He didn't remember it being red but grey?
Was it because of his incomplete soul so the color of fog was grey and now that his soul is complete it changed into red?
Cale explored the domain filled with red fog, before finally he decided that the first thing he needed to do was deal with his divine power that he had been ignoring because of important matters.
Looking at a small transparent box containing a reddish moon like ball.
Cale decided that he liked the reddish moon, so he opened the box letting out the moon that had rushed into him as soon as it was opened.
Cale could sense the chaotic surge of divine power coursing through his body, unleashing havoc and chaos within him, both internally and externally. He coughed up blood, while bloody tears streamed rapidly down his face. With a staggering step, Cale collapsed onto one knee, clutching his chest with his right hand while his other hand steadied his trembling body against his thigh.
As the tumultuous energy continued to pulse through him, Cale gritted his teeth against the pain, his muscles tensing with the strain of holding himself upright.
Each breath felt like fire in his lungs, every heartbeat a thunderous echo in his ears. Yet, amidst the turmoil, a fierce determination flickered in his eyes, a resolve to endure whatever trial this divine power had thrust upon him. With a steadying breath, he pushed himself to rise once more, refusing to succumb to the overwhelming force that sought to overwhelm him.
Despite the intensity of the divine power coursing through him, Cale found solace in the memory of the sacrifices he had made before. He remembered the day he had delayed his ascension to godhood for the sake of that young boy, a decision driven by love and compassion.
With determination and perseverance for the future with that little boy he had accepted as his adopted son and family. And for a peaceful life with his family.
Cale gradually felt the divine power within him begin to settle, swiftly coming under his control.
Cale didn't falter like others might in such challenging circumstances; instead, he stood tall and composed, exuding grace and resilience.
Despite his past failings and the unseemly behaviour he had exhibited, Cale remained noble at his core, a former heir to greatness. Even in moments of disgrace, there was a certain dignity to his actions.
Cale waved his hand, controlling the red fog to test the power of his domain. Cale closed his reddish brown eyes before opening them, they glowed like bloody red crystal.
Cale could see everything literally every corner of his domain. He was slightly surprised to see every corner, it was as if his eyes were everywhere.
Since he is a god and controls this damned domain, adding that he is a wealthy noble. He will not be shabby like other gods. With that determination Cale imagined what he wanted the place to look like.
Before Cale, a familiar sight emerged: a typical holy castle, causing him to grimace in distaste. As if on cue, a large reddish moon ascended behind the castle, casting an ominous shadow over its once pristine facade. With a simple gesture, Cale condensed the 100 stairs into merely four beneath his feet; he wasn't going to walk up 100 of stairs, all while allowing the crimson fog to cloak the surroundings, lending an air of mystery to the scene.
Cale let out a sigh, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his own reluctance at entering the castle he created. Shaking his head, Cale decided to use the castle when he received a guest.
Cale walked towards the simple traditional korean villa, he used to live with the little boy.
Entering through the sliding door, Cale took off his shoes and went directly to the living room as he sat down on the floor. Under him was a soft cushion on the wide table of five people and a tea set.
Cale made tea for himself, while thinking about the first thing he was going to do.
At the moment there was nothing urgent to take care of until he turned 18. But that doesn't mean he couldn't change some unfortunate people's fate, for example Haris village or the wolf village but that could only wait until he became 17.
The black dragon hasn't even been born yet so Cale can't do anything right now because he doesn't know where it is right. Maybe later, he could give a dragon egg as his little brother's birthday present.
Speak of dragon wasn't a half-blood chimaera right now still alive and suffering from daddy issues?
Cale's face brightened with a smile, if the boy was here then he would have told Cale. 'Are we going to scam someone?' too bad he wasn't here at all.
Cale was excited at the thoughts of looting half-blood, under White Raddish's nose.
Cale stood up, just as he was about to leave he realised he had to disguise unless he wanted his family to be targeted. He didn't want any complicated disguise so he just conjured a black and red dress adorned with a hood, presenting an alluring blend of mystery and elegance. The dress's dominant black hue exudes sophistication, while the striking red accents add a vibrant contrast.