Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

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Cale found himself in a familiar situation again. New world, new body. Cale was calm, really. He was used to this but at the same time he was irritated. 'Why can't those gods mind their god forsaken business for once?!' At least they were useful for once and made him rich (and strong) "Hi! I'm Daniel Park!" Cale glanced at the boy who introduced himself with a smile so bright that it could match the sun. "You're strong, fight me!" Cale deadpanned at the guy who decided to wear sunglasses inside of a bar. "I would like for the golden turtle corporation to join hands with the H group" Cale just wanted to slack in this new life but it seemed that the world had different plans for him...
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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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