Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

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"It's cold," Callen grumbled as he awoke. He took a look around and noticed that it was dark. Only one light shone from the candle outside. He sat up straight, noting the presence of several cells around him. There were beasts and humans around.

"Are you awake?" inquired the white-masked bastard, his face innocently smiling.

Callen turned to face the bear and lion beast men who stood behind him.

"You appear to be unusually calm for a hostage."

Callen remained deafeningly silent. He read the Birth of a Hero as Kim Rok Soo, but this enemy did not appear until the fifth volume. He knew instinctively that this man was the enemy, but he said nothing. He just stared at them.

"Didn't you know I can hurt you?" the man asked, "Would I be cursed again because you are God's kin?"

He sounded like a b*tch.

Callen soon noticed two cat beastmen and a bird accompanying him. He was able to see them because of the light, and they are in poor condition.

"I wonder what the Cat Tribe will react to?"

"The Eastern Continent will be under our command very soon."

"Not yet," the masked man replied, "the hawk tribe is still flaring well despite the fact that their heir is in my hands, and there's Duke Fredo as well."

What the hell? Are they usually loose-lipped? Even a toddler, shouldn't be leaking information like this. They're a flock of idiots banding together for world domination.

I learned something stupid yet again.

Another young vampire had entered.

"Ah, my dearest Naru," the masked bastard exclaimed, embracing the young (?)--- no, the boy's mana shows he's older than all of them.

[That's an old man in disguise.]

Finally, he heard from old man white.

[Pay close attention, Baby. You must take care of these beastmen who are in the same cell as you. Your Hyunnie will soon arrive here; all you have to do now is avoid that man's sword.]

Because that sword can harm him.

Callen nodded and innocently observed these men.

The bastardly masked man looked at him and hovered above him, "So little god. Might as well tell me why your time is twisted?"

He was taken aback. Twisted time? Callen stared at him in confusion. He may have transmigrated but that doesn't mean his time is twisted. However, he can see that rings above this man's head. He didn't need to count, he just made a wild guess but it's surely almost a thousand.

[That's right... This man has been reborn countless thousands of times. That is why you must exercise extreme caution. Despite the fact that you are my kin, those with twisted times can kill each other. And that includes you.]

"What exactly is twisted time? " he inquired, expressing his lack of knowledge on the subject.

The white-masked man laughed. "So you don't have memories, although your time is twisted. That god is trying his best to protect you."

Callen was unfazed by this. He didn't say anything and soon felt that scorching pain over his arm. Dead mana shouldn't hurt him but...

"Too bad I can't talk to you for long... I took a liking to you, but I don't think you'll survive after this. Even gods aren't omnipotent," the white-masked man said, looking at the rebels waiting for him to be turned over.