Cale Henituse ha salvado reinos, vencido monstruos, y desafiado a estrellas. Lo único que no ha logrado... es tomarse un descanso. Después de su brutal enfrentamiento contra la Estrella Blanca, su cuerpo finalmente colapsa. Para su sorpresa (y desagrado), el Dios de la Muerte decide intervenir personalmente y lo exilia temporalmente a otro universo. ¿El motivo? "Vacaciones forzadas", dice con una sonrisa siniestra. Lo que Cale escucha es: "sufrimiento en otro idioma". Despierta en Gotham, una ciudad donde la palabra "paz" no existe y los huérfanos con traumas emocionales usan capas y lanzan batarangs. Apenas aterriza, salva a un joven y, sin querer, se ve envuelto con la familia más caótica desde los dragones locos de su mundo: los Wayne. Cale solo quiere dormir, tomar té, y vivir una vida tranquila en esta dimensión mientras su cuerpo se recupera. Pero el destino -y Gotham- tienen otros planes. Porque si hay algo que esta ciudad oscura nunca ha tenido, es a alguien como Cale Henituse: educado, brillante, peligrosamente impredecible... y completamente harto de todo. .

In the alleyways of Yiling, there was an abandoned child who did his best to survive. Everyday, he scoured for food and fought dogs who hurted him. It hurts. Bites starting to bruise his already blemished skin as he curled into a ball and hoping to ease the pain. The wafting smell of pie permeates through his nose as he looked at the another child in front of him, confused as he eyed the food warily despite it looking delicious. Soon enough, he couldn't resist as he scarfed the food down. The child also sat beside him as he closed his eyes. "I'm Wei Ying." The child who has the most peculiar hair color opened his eyes and looked at him, his reddish-brown eyes seem to be in deep thoughts. "What is your name?" The redhead opened his mouth, then closed it again since he doesn't know what to say. Records played in his mind to search for the right language that should be used. Cale Henituse, even as Kim Rok Soo, doesn't know how to speak Chinese. "Name...no." "You have no name?" Surely, Cale knew both his names will be quite weird in a world of cultivation, so he just nodded. "Then, your name will be Wei Xun! We are brothers now! You can call me gege!" 𝐃𝐞́𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐧.) -- 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

✰ ˚₊‧꒰ა Once a shadow, broken, frail, A whisper lost in winds of wail. But through the pain, the fear, the night, A spark ignited-burning bright. From shattered hopes, a will was born, To face the storm, to brave the thorn. A weakling rose, a hero's soul, Now forging fate, whole and bold. ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ [Bnha x tcf crossover, Cale in bnha]

Y si Cale hubiera muerto después de matar a la estrella blanca y sellar al dios bastardo. ¿Que pasaría si los dioses no quisieran que su querido hijo muriera?. Que pensaría el pelirojo si supiera que sus queridos amigos amenazaran a los dioses con que les dieran una forma de ayudar al pelirojo o de lo contrario podrían empezar una masacre sin fin y podrían terminar por acabar con su mundo. Que pasará cuando Cale despierte de nuevo en una nueva vida de nuevo en corea, y claro, como un niño con padres abusivos y nuevamente con la apariencia de Cale Henituse de niño solo que su cuerpo era saludable y menos fragil. Lastima que su apariencia lo hacía ver de manera frágil y débil, y para su mala suerte sus suaves y finas facciones y apariencia no le hacían justicia a su fuerza y salud si no que también lo hacían ver más pequeño delicado, haciendolo estúpidamente parecido a una mujer eso fue un gran golpe a su masculinidad. Y para su desgracia y sorpresa regreso con sus poderes, recuerdos y habilidades por lo cual, era prácticamente un maldito fenómeno o monstruo para los humanos corrientes. Y porque carajos tan solo después pudo disfrutar 2 años en esa nueva vida, lo apenas estaba relajándose después de 18 años en un infierno y ese mundo se fue a la mierda. Pero mucho más importante que mierda hacia el rábano blanco vivo y enfrente suyo viendolo de una forma extraña . -Esto tiene que ser una maldita broma. ·------· -El lo sabía no era un héroe y tampoco quería serlo después de todo el sacrificaría el mundo por "el", el jamás permitiría que alguien lo dañe de nuevo, lo vio morir miles de veces por culpa de Joonghyuk y el mundo. -el lo busco en Miles de vidas y en todas fallo en protegerlo en algunas "el" se sacrificó por el en otras por todos los demás, tantas veces lo vio morir para salvar este estúpido mundo de ruinas que ahora no le importaría matar a todos con tal de tenerlo para siempre. -Algo dentro suyo se sen

In the turn-based game "Savior of the Broken Realms", Cale Henituse is a minor villain with healing powers but refuses to use them. His self-centered behavior led to horrible consequences, and he ended up being beheaded. "Welcome, player Kim Rok Soo! I am system 001 of the Villain Reformation Department, happy to serve you!" But Kim Rok Soo never expected that he'd one day possess Cale's body. Quickly, he realized why this young master refused to heal. It hurt like a bitch! - There was a famous healer in the Roan kingdom, with flaming red hair and robes as white as pearls. According to rumors, he was as pure as an angel, and would willingly sacrifice his health and wellbeing to heal others. The rough commander Choi Han, who was notoriously known to be terrifying and ruthless? Cale healed him! The two-faced crown prince Alberu Crossman? Cale saved him from the brink of death! And even the cold-hearted man from the opposite side of the war, who was their enemy, had his grievous wounds removed by Cale! And what was Cale's response to people asking if he was okay after vomiting a mouthful of blood and sweating as he endured the hurt? "Shut up, I'm not in pain!" ~ ~ ~ Originally posted on ao3! You can find more chapters there :) Trash of the count's family Pairings: Choi Han x Cale Henituse Alberu Crossman x Cale Henituse OG!Cale Henituse x Kim Rok Soo White Star x Cale Henituse Current word count in ao3: 74,962

Kim Roksoo could only sigh as he managed to read the diary before he could even plan anything upon transmigrating into Cale Henituse's body a week before the Harris Village Massacre. That damned trash hid his fucking daughter from everyone. [a/n: this is not an omegaverse fic lmao, and if you do not like mpreg; do not read this fic]

Cale just wanted to laze around... But he received a fatal wound after defeating the White Star, yes, Cale can now laze around in bed in pain. The red-haired man began to wish in his sleep, to anyone, that he could live a life full of comfort and laziness. Unlike his other two lives. Unknowingly, that was his eternal sleep until the God of Death granted his wish and reincarnated him into a peaceful modern world without magic, war and monsters. It was a world where Han Yoojin was the main character. _____ This is a Tcf x Tsctir fanfiction.Original fanfic made by @Sachinnie, and this is translation. Every character in this story is not mine. (And this story is not mine as well) Cover also isn't mine. If you owner of the art you can ask me to remove it The character of this story are from this novel: -Tcf (Trash of the count's family) by Yoo Ryeo Han -Tsctir(The s-class that i raised) by Geunseo -Original fanfic by @Sachinnie Fanfic original: https://www.wattpad.com/story/303702098?utm_source=android&utm_medium=whatsapp&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname

Just the cast of 'Trash of the Count's Family' in 'The Novel's Extra'. I couldn't help but imagine Cale while reading TNE so here I am. Disclaimer: TFC and TNE doesn't belong to me. This story is entierly a fragment of my imagimation, written entierly for my own amusement.

There are no Rules in falling love. This was the first time that Claude met a man who was more attractive than any other man or woman he had ever met. His reddish-brown eyes glowed like they were on fire. Diana... This man's gaze was identical to hers. Making him shudder at the familiar sound of his heart falling in love He was a beautiful, red-haired man.

Waking up as a Chibi... Honestly, at this point in life, nothing can shock that red-haired noble anymore. Obviously not after everything that he went through. ...Or is it?