[rewritten] Cale sat on the couch, utterly done. Across from him sat the culprit of his misery-the God of Death. A commander, Cale? Ha! More like a chubby toddler with baby hands. Cale's eye twitched. "Explain." The god gulped. "Cale, my child... I-I didn't mean to! The intrusive thoughts won..." Cale inhaled sharply. 'Murder is illegal. Murder is illegal-oh hell-i don't care!' Beside him, Angela gasped dramatically, hands clasped together. "Kyaa! Cale-child! You're so adorable! I can't wait to see your cha-ahem, help to that world!" Cale, a grown man trapped in a four-year-old's body, stared soullessly into the void. He needed a nap. Or a weapon. --- Meanwhile, in another world... Og!Cale sat alone on his fourteenth birthday, his only gift being existential dread. Then, boom! A flash of light- And suddenly, on his floor lay a tiny redheaded kid, unconscious and bleeding. Og!Cale stared. His heart skipped a beat. '...Did I just get a son?-No! what am I thinking?!'

I edited the story those who read it before please reread and I'm sorry. Thanks cale woke in another world as the son of Claude de alrger obelian _______________________________________________________ tcf x wmmp

✧ Note: I don't own the silly pic, ltrly found it on pinterest xD so creditz to le artest! + ltrly thought of this fic last night so don't come at me! imma bite!! This work is only published on WATTPAD and AO3 ─────────────────── KRS always knew life was unfair-his new mom abandoned him, and now some rich lord with too many followers decided to adopt him. Great. Whatever. At least he'd got food, a bed, and the freedom to live his slacker life. ... .. . What if KRS getz kidnapped by silly white star?

He who guides and creates. Cale Henituse, the young trash teacher, is in charge of the most important section of his life. He'll have a crash curse to get these jerks straightened out for college. "You want slacker life?" his father, the schoolteacher, asked. "Then prove to me that you can have it. If you turn your student's life around in one school year, I'll let you have your slacker life. I won't push you to succeed me as headmaster." Cale smiles as he prepares to deliver a shittrash education to them.

[As the last bell of the day rang, the students started packing up to go home. Cale called out to his class, "Hold on, I would like to discuss some things about the upcoming exams." "Do we have to?" A boy protested. Cale shrugged nonchalantly, "If you don't want some shortcuts to scoring well, you are free to leave." The students all immediately sat down in their chairs. Cale counted down the seconds. As soon as he reached 1, a voice rang out in the room. [The free service of planetary system 8612 has been terminated.] [The main scenario has started.] This was it. The start of the apocalypse.] OR Cale was very happy with his family after defeating the White Star. He was recovering, and surrounded by all the people he loved, but that was before the motherfucking God of Death summoned him and sent him to yet another world for yet another mission. His aim? To save Kim Dokja and company and give them the happy ending they deserve. Will Cale succeed and finally get his slacker life for good? Or will he get attached and do more than must?

what if cale and some of his companies was thrown in orvp(omniscient reader's Viewpoint)

Kim Roksu was supposed to die. he was floating in the abyss for who knows how long. but... when he woke up... "I'm a what?" "A demon," he says. "Me?" he asks, making a pikachu face. "You are a demonic being." FUCK THIS SH*T! Roksu's world had suddenly turned upside down. "I'M A FUCKING DEMON?!" The enemies said,. "*confused* what?" The fighters said, "Agreeing, he looked like a bastard who couldn't even hurt a fly. " For once, the enemies, the kingdoms, and ordinary people had one agreement. Who is that adorable being?! He somehow became a demon-a very adorable demon.

"I ABHOR YOU TO DEATH, YOU BASTARD GOD OF DEATH! WAIT FOR ME!!!! I WILL DEFINITELY KILL YOU WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS! I'LL BEAT YOU UP, SKIN YOU ALIVE, POUR RON'S LEMON TEA ON YOU, DUMP YOU BASTARD GOD OF DEATH ON SALT, ROAST YOU IN THE SUN FOR A YEAR, AND FINALLY DUMP YOU IN A POT OF BOILING OIL AND FEED YOU TO THE VULTURES!! GOT THAT, YOU FUCKING BASTARD GOD OF DEATH!" He screams like a lunatic while crying for his good ol'beloved slacker life. Cale has to become White Star to save the parallel worlds. Why should I become that tasteless bastard? Copyright Disclaimer: Yoo Reo Han owns Trash of the Counts Family/ Lout of the Counts Family, which is legally protected and belongs to the original owner. Anything derived from the original work is purely fictitious-a fanfiction created solely for entertainment under the fair use principle. I don't sell or publish any of my work. Chapter Management Edit Chapter

A tcf ff, out of nowhere again, lol. I don't know what I'm doing with my life at this point. synopsis: Cale Henituse, the certified trash of the count's family, has regressed. Well, at least that was the deal with the God of Death. As long as he regressed, his soul will be exchanged with that of the God's other child. But, like always, GoD fucked up, and now, Cale finds himself in another dimension similar to his own but with a lot, and I mean a LOT, of difference. And somehow, his past life enemy, the fucker who destroyed a world in pursuit of becoming a God, that White Shit, somehow became a child(?). Huh? What is happening??!?

Somehow, a narcoleptic transmigrator is working as a stablehand in the Henituse County. That's fine, there's no way Cale would care enough about this random boy working with the horses, right? He can just stay here unnoticed, never getting involved with the story... Agh, if he knew he'd transmigrate, he would've at least read more of it first! - Trash of the Count's Family (TOTCF) / Lout of the Count's Family (LOTCF) Fanfiction. I don't own TCF/LCF, this is just fan fiction. WARNINGS: CASUAL DEPICTIONS OF SELF HARM, MURDER, AND IMPLIED/REFERENCED RAPE/NONCON* READ AT OWN RISK. *Implied/Reference Sexual Assault occurs at Chapters 11 and 20. Emphasis on 'implied' as it does not occur in text, just in dialogue and context clues.