The Crimson Haired Trash

Getting Started (1)

(The Photo above isn't mine, I found it on Google the same for the photo in the prologue, credits go to the person who made it)

When I woke up I felt a lot of pain. 'Ugh, it hurts so much. Is the work of that stupid god?'  trying getting up, when  noticing many bruises on my body. "Ah, this must be the day after I ran into that punk Choi Han." 

In my first life I acted like trash from a young age, and when I turned fifteen I started drinking and earned the nickname 'trash'. I honestly didn't mind, actually I couldn't care less. When I drank I actually had a high alcohol tolerance, but of course no one else knew that because my face flushed very quickly and I would  always caused a ruckus whenever I drank. This was all an act so that my step family would be accepted into the family and that Basen could be the heir instead of him. 

One day though I unexpectedly ran into a guy named Choi Han while I was drinking, and when he mentioned 'Harris Village' I felt rage building inside of me. I had told him that I couldn't care less about any villagers and that the wine I was holding was more expensive than their lives. I suppose I shouldn't have, either way I hit a sore spot because he proceeded to 'beat me to a pulp'. Which caused me to be severely  wounded for a while. That punk practically  beat me to the brink of death. What a vicious guy.

'Since I have all these wounds and scars I must have already ran into him, then that must mean that Ron and Beacrox are gone...' 

"Ugh Why should I care anyway, who would want to be with trash anyway?" I mutter to myself as I painfully stood up. Just then a orange head came in. 

"Young master! You shouldn't be getting up yet!" Hans yelled as he came into the room. The he immediately paled and covered his face. 'Oh no, why did I do that?! Now he's going to throw something at me or shout at me!' thought the deputy butler names Hans. Well not really because I couldn't read his mind so how would I know. Wait no, I do know. I just read his mind.

"Hans shouldn't you knock before you come in?" I say as I walked up to the mirror, "Also put your arms down I'm not going to throw something at you, are you stupid? Look at my condition." 'Hahh, I still remember Hans from my first life, he was always so devoted to me for no reason after Ron left. He would always fuss over me for no good reason, but I was always grateful towards the concern.'

Embarrassed Hans lowered his arms. 'Right why didn't I think about that, he's in no condition to move his arms let alone throw something' Hans thought. "Sorry young master, I'll go tell the count that you're awake." I laugh quietly to myself as Hans left. Was he always this dumb?

"No need, don't tell him anything. Just get me a high grade healing potion and leave" I say finally sitting down on my bed again after looking at how badly wounded I was. 'Luckily it's not too bad, the healer  must have healed me to the best of his abilities, but it still hurts.' 

"But young master-" before Hans could say anything, I frowned and interrupted.

"Hans, I'm trusting you right now. I know that Ron and Beacrox left so now you're being promoted to my butler." Hans gulped, he didn't understand what was going on with the young master right now, he was more different than usual. "That means that you'll be my butler from now on, so act like one and obey my commands, that also means to stop reporting to father every action I do or commit, got it?" I asked him seriously. 'In my first life Hans became really trustable after a while and would support me, I need to make sure that it happens this time too' I think to myself. 

'How did he know that I told the Count everything he did?! Was he actually smarter than we thought?' Hans was panicking when he realised, 'Wait he said that he trusted me, does he really? Maybe.. maybe I should listen to him.' "I will obey you young master, I promise not to tell the Count what you do, unless absolutely necessary" Hans said earnestly. I smile inside my head before remembering something.

He was about to exit the room when I asked him again "Hans what day is it?" 

"Ah, today is the 1st day of the 4th month in the 781st year of the Felix calendar"  Hans replied, "Is that all young master?" "Yes that's all you can go now, hurry though" I reply. 'Hmm, this is bad I need to hurry up Choi Han must have already left the Henituse territory with Ron and Beacrox, I need quicken my pace' I think to while taking a bath. 'I need something to protect myself from Choi Han and anything that is a potential danger to me, there were several Ancient Powers mentioned in the book, I'll just take those and use them to protect myself and work in the shadows. The first one should be the shield since it's the closest for me to get, and plus I have the blessing that that stupid god gave me. I guess he's useful in some ways.'

Just then somewhere far away the god of death sneezed. "Is someone talking bad about me again? Maybe it's Cage or Cale, those two really, what did I ever do to them?" The god of death sighed and then made a decision to take care of Cale and Cage to the best of his efforts. 

"Achoo!" 

"Young master I'm back with your potion, are you taking a bath, are you alright? Did you catch a cold?!" Hans came in knocking on the door and yelling as he entered. 

"No I don't have a cold and Yes I'm taking a bath, I'll be out in a moment." I say. 'I'll need money to get that ancient power. The way to get it was to feed it food and quench its hunger.'

I walked out of the bathroom and received the potion, "Thank you Hans, please get some simple clothes today." 

'Eh, he thanked me? He definitely changed, does being on the brink of death change people?' thought Hans as he bought out some simple clothing as requested. 'Yes, clearly it does considering I died two times and was brought to the brink of death multiple times.' I frown at my thoughts brushing away the thought of death.

I quickly drank the potion and glanced the clothes. 'I feel much better now, that punk really showed no mercy did he, better stay away from him.' 

As I put on the clothes I couldn't help but admire myself, 'I was really handsome back then, huh?' 

"Young master, it's time to go to breakfast, are you well enough?" Hans asked. 

"Huh? Yes, I'm fine now, take me there." I respond. 'Since I need money I need to consult father, that's the quickest way to get money. 

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