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.

Kim Rok Soo didn't expect to be reborn, let alone into the novel he had been reading before being killed by an unranked monster. Becoming a dragon has it perks for sure, but how is he supposed to handle all these new embarrassing instincts? What is he to do when his dragon pride demands that he save a suffering dragon child, or tells him to stop that crazy secret organization from ruining the world. All he wanted was the life of a slacker! AKA: Kim Rok Soo reincarnates as a dragon and still ends up interfering with the original plot of the novel. (Originally posted on ao3 under my username Capoeira. Uploading here at the request of readers)

One day Ron was interfilterating one of Arm's secret bases. They got news from the world tree that they must retrieve the treasure that was hidden in the deepest part of the base. Alberu sent Choi Han and his gang to retrive it. Who would've thought that the so called treasure was something else. Ron would've never though that this would be how he reunited with his young master. (An au where Cale has a special bloodline power that he inherited from his mother.)

The war is over no one really died but something is wrong here they can feel it. They feel like they lost something precious. Something seem to be missing and empty. They won the war and everything is over now but why aren't they happy. They are missing something. No. Someone. Who is this mysterious red haired person. Why is he saying goodbye. They don't even know him or remember him. "It's fine if they don't remember me. I did this for them knowing that I will lose them. It's better this way so no one would get hurt."