Let me Slack!

Let's make a deal (1)

God of Death goes around making deals :)

I've decided to dedicate quite a few chapters to pre-canon. I promise it will be interesting thought. (◠‿◕)

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"You're dying."

'What the fuck?'

Cale's mind went blank as he speechlessly stared at the bastard who nonchalantly announced he was dying the moment they met.

He wanted to smack some sense in that bastard's head so badly. The always whining and annoying bastard said he was dying after making him faint by slapping his face with a damned book.

The moment he woke up, he was standing inside a modern office, much different from the offices in his current world. The office had a simple design and was full of stacks of paperwork. There, a man was sited behind a desk with the most paperwork and staring at him while saying he was dying.

Cale took a breath to calm down.

"You're spouting bullshit the moment we met. I'm not even surprised anymore."

The silvery white haired and unexpectedly handsome man just shrugged.

"I'm just telling you about your body's condition."

"Haaa. Did you brought me here just to tell me this?"

Cale stared sharply at the man's black eyes. The man started to smile.

"Let's make a deal."

'Hah! Look at this bastard.' Cale scoffed internally.

"And why should I?"

"You're dying."

This time Cale shrugged.

"So? Everyone dies one day."

"But you don't want to die."

"Who the hell would want to die? And won't it be more beneficial for you, since you rule over death?"

Cale casually walked towards the only chair available in the office and sat on it. He looked straight at the handsome man-no, entity and opened his mouth.

"Cut the crap and get to the point already, God of Death."

God of Death sighed and started to smile.

"You're really disrespectful."

Cale rolled his eyes at that while God of Death continued.

"Cale Henituse, you're already aware of it, aren't you?"

'But I'm not?' Cale's expression didn't change, but he was confused.

"Your ancient power told you already. He found a trace of immortality in your body after you stabbed yourself with the World tree's root dagger."

This time Cale frowned. He couldn't understand what this have to do with him dying, since a trace of immortality is the polar opposite of death. As if understanding Cale's confusion, God of Death continued his explanation in more detail.

"Of course, normally this would make you live at least as long as a dragon."

Cale's eyes narrowed at the world 'normally', while God of Death stood up and walked towards coffee machine.

"Well, as I said, that's what would have happened normally. To put it simply..."

God of Death filled two cups of coffee and walked to Cale. He gave one of the cups to him, which Cale accepted without taking his eyes off of him.