in a world where there are no hunters and no white star, there's a lot more time for petty politics and relationship drama og cale x alberu PLEASE NOTE: this story is about ORIGINAL Cale Henituse, NOT Kim Roksoo. THEY ARE DIFFERENT PEOPLE. Please, please, please do not leave me comments conflating the two. For reference in case you are not aware: Original Cale Henituse is the person who had the body BEFORE Kim Roksoo transmigrated. He's the one who earned himself a reputation as a lout/trash. ORIGINAL Cale Henituse lived until forty years old, died as a soldier, age-regressed and switched places with Kim Roksoo. He has a different personality, priorities, and motivations than Kim Roksoo. This takes place in an alternate universe where there is no White Star so Cale Barrow would have never stolen Kim Roksoo's body THEREFORE Kim Roksoo EXISTS as a DIFFERENT PERSON in the ws body. So far as is canonically established: og Cale is never a commander, never becomes sworn brothers with Alberu, never adopts any of the children that Kim Roksoo adopted. He's not Eruhaben's unlucky bastard and if he were to meet the elderly dragon, he'd have a different impression of him because they are different people.

Instead of switching with Kim Rok Soo, what if there was another timeline, where more than one god offered a deal with Cale Henituse. There is no Kim Rok Soo. this is just pure Og!Cale. This is his second chance to deal with White Star and this time, kill him before he gets what he want. 'I will kill you and you better stay dead you white shit.' *Warning* there will be cursing and vulgarities. As Cale doesn't care about formalities anymore. *I don't own the Trash of the Count's family* Picture is found on pinterest. i don't own it. if owner want me to take it down, send me a message.

[Songfic] His life used to be so perfect. Until it all fell apart. His mother passed away when he was 6 years old. His father abused him for 4 years. His father brought home a woman and her son. His father introduced them as his new mother and brother. A few years later, his sister was born and is now 3 years old. He notices that he's the odd one out of the family. A child of fiery red hair in a family of brunettes. He's not needed anymore. No. The family of brunettes would be better off without him. After all. His father has long since abandoned him and his mother. ----- I played too many sad songs to the point I need this out :'D First time doing a songfic and I will probably suck at it (ಥ_ಥ) Art doesn't belong to me, it belongs to their original owners.

Cale's mother died when he was 8 and a part of him had died with her. He was so destroyed that tears could not fall from his eyes on the day of the funeral People began to think that he was a monster for not crying at his mother's funeral and for this the attendants started insulting him and hurting him. His father, on the other hand, drowns himself on alcohol and work rather than seeing his own son who reminded him of his deceased wife. In fact, the child looked a lot like her with his brown eyes and red hair like his mother's. The father also began to beat up the child and blame him for the death of the countess. All this happened without anyone knowing anything, neither inside nor outside the mansion, all continuous until cale was 12 years old. A mysterious voice spoke "my child, my poor child what they did to you" The gentle voice said. I apologize in advance for any mistakes that there may be, English is not my first language so I am using Google translate. Trash of the count's family do not belong to me

What if there's no Kim Rok Soo? It's a story of the Trash Og!Cale who can see a glimpse of the future. Heavy cold air left Cale's quivering lips as he spit the blood left on his mouth. He looked far behind him where the bloody Basen was being healed by a priest. Cale pulled out the sword he stabbed on the blood crazy mage's throat. Red liquid splattered on the ice trapping the mage's body, and then giant Silver shield protecting everyone from the bombs started to disappear like a spec of dust. Everyone was too speechless and scared to move. The trash, Cale Henituse was covered in blood as red as his hair, and his eyes were shining like a crimson fire. The sight was terrifyingly beautiful. Choi Han gulped.

[This fanfic uses English] ─━─━─━─━─━─━ ❂ ━─━─━──━─━─━ Cale Henituse, the trash of the count's family, run away from home at the age of 18. Just three days after Choi Han beat him up. What will he find in his journey around the continent? Will he find friends? Family? Or perhaps, enemies? Will he able to protect his family even from the shadows? Or will there be sacrifices? Come along and find out what fate has in store for him. "When can I rest...?" ─━─━─━─━─━─━ ❂ ━─━─━──━─━─━ 'Lout of Count's family © Yoo Ryeo Han 'Story © Azvlynn_01 Start - 29 May 2022 Finish - ???

[ONE SHOT] A short story about Original Cale Henituse who knew about his predetermined destiny of his soul being replaced by another person. Note: This is a fanfiction of Lout of the Count's Family by Yeol Ryeo Han. I do not own the characters here.