Literally a Trash in Another Universe

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Lucifer. A god in Hebrew folklore and a demon/fallen angel in Christianity.

Cale couldn't believe it after experiencing transmigration, a fantasy world, and so on. He's now on a version where gods and goddesses wield power.

I'll definitely skin you alive, good fucking god of death. Not only is everyone backward, but you've even given me a genre to fix.

Cale remained silent after completing the world's history. He has one puppy-like demon, strange servants, and... *looks at the lizard-like puppies giving him those adorable puppy eyes*.

Hah. What in the world did Choi Han do to them?

"It's time for me to forget about my time and the birth of a hero."

At the very least, his dragons were saved and not twisted by that rogue radish.

Except they were twisted by Choi Han's puppy expression. Hays. Anyway, they're adorable, and they'll serve as his therapy in the near future. Rather than praying for his people to be normal, he'd rather shout on his dragon's belly and find comfort there.

Cale leans casually against the red dragon who has taken to serving as his couch. The black dragon had taken up residence on his lap. It's winter, and he's warm and cozy with these scally warm chubby things all around him.

"Viscount Chetter, Count Wheelsman, and Viscountess Ubar. Hah. So they're the superpowers now that Henituse County is no more."

The neutral faction is no longer in existence.

Cale recognized that he had no control over this situation at the moment.

"Vicross, I'd like you to investigate Sten Marquessate... Choi Han, I'd like you to visit the neutral houses and report back to me on their movements."

"Ron."

"I'll stay and handle the majority of the information; my duty is to serve you."

"Suit yourself," he grumbles. While the Ron from his previous world will gladly obey his commands, this Ron prefers to circle him.

"Hm. Spending time with Yuong Master is the best... all while he's making an effort despite the fact that he's wealthier than the Rowoon Royalty right now," Ron said.

"If we start displaying that without influence and broken noble name, that wealth will be confiscated," Cale said. He stood up and looked out the window at the damn lemons.

"Those Lemons will be our first commercial venture, Ron."

He had no idea his natural enemy of all times would be their saving grave in the process of building the family.

"You know what you're supposed to do, Vicross."

He smiled and walked out the door to pick up his siblings from school.

His plan went and suddenly boomed. Lemons are typically used for flavoring in any cuisine. Nobody ever thought of putting that in a sweet.

In comparison to the previous world. Cale grinned viciously; this world's economy is a little slow, given how standard and similar all of their products are. There are no sweets in this establishment. Everything in this place is either natural or bland.

"Young Master, Bilose Flynn, has placed bulk orders for candies and sweetener."

"This is better than expected," said Lucci (Lucifer), who was also working with them, "and the Northeast Nobles have come to pay a high price for it."