Transmigration As A Deruth Henituse.

Transmigration As A Deruth Henituse.

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All I could see, was darkness as a strong sound hit my ear. . . . "husband?" I opened my eyes, saw the face of a beautiful brown haired woman. 'What did she call me? Where am I? Are those bastards playing a prank?' My mind is messed up. "Husband! are you okay? You got injured while practicing your martial arts." I frowned. "Who are you? Who are all of them?" Violan's hands trembled hearing that. "Bring the healer here immediately! He hit his head hard, he must have lost his memory." Violan quickly gave orders and the servants followed. 'Why are they so noisy? I didn't really know them from the start.' I looked in the mirror in the room. '......' Shit! Whose body is this!? Note: I'm not really goot at English. And I using a transition for help.
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[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?!'

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