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Let me Slack!

Summary:

“You. Are you the one who hurt my human?”

The dokkaebi shivered and looked at the huma-No, the being that was glaring at him. A black-haired child was glaring viciously at him with his shining, reptile, dark blue eyes. Black mana was raging around the child who was hugging someone that was coughing out liters of blood. He didn’t have the time to wonder How that human was still alive after coughing that much blood or why he was even vomiting blood in the first place.

The only thing that filled his mind was one sentence.

‘What the hell is a DRAGON doing here???’

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Crossposted in Wattpad, under the same username.

Notes:

Hello. This is my first time writing a fanfic, and English is not my first language, so please be understanding. I also apologize for any mistakes in my work.

Trash of the Count's family and Omniscient reader's viewpoint obviously don't belong to me, and this is just a fanfic.

This work has been inspired by a lot of other works, especially the crossover fanfics on AO3 and Wattpad. still, I will mention the works that had the greatest impact on me to write this. (They're all so interesting.)

Also, there will not be any romantic relationships except for the existing ones in canon in this fanfic. (I don't ship Cale with anyone and like the family bonding between them more.)

I still haven't completely read ORV, since I spoiled myself by reading the last chapter when I was in the 300s. I'll read it all soon though, so forgive me for any mistake about the canon that I'll probably make in early chapters.

Special thanks to「hotārū」 who is helping me a lot with ORV (especially in getting rid of plot holes) that I still have not read completely.

Hmm, what else... Ah. Please forgive me for not having a regular schedule, because I'm pretty busy with my university entrance exam that will be in June (and here I'm writing this while that exam is waiting for me viciously). I'll try to update at least once a month. (I'll become more active after my exam.)

Hope you like my story. Have a good time reading.

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P.s: Thanks a lot to my dear bera reader, Emiel 「Opacarofile」 , you're a life saver!(人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

(See the end of the work for more notes and other works inspired by this one.)

Chapter 1: Prologue

Summary:

Cale in his slacker life's funeral.

Notes:

I'll post the next chapter soon (After editing it a bit).

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

I thought that I have finally reached my dream.

It was a simple dream, something so simple that most people were enjoying it without even realizing its value.

It wasn't like I dreamt of something extraordinary. I didn't want to become a respectable person who will never be seen in the world again or someone who saves the world.

I just had a simple dream.

I wanted to live as a rich slacker. Oh, and to farm a little. Just a little, on a small land with easily cultivatable corps.

"You're dying."

And yet... Here I am, staring at a bastard telling me that I can't achieve my most cherished dream.

"So, Let's make a deal."

...Is what the bastard says. Making a deal with that annoying bastard won't help in any way to achieve my dream. it's too obvious that it won't.

"...Well, pretty much. You see, your crazy family will surely destroy the world."

Hmm. They surely would do it. Still, I don't want to have anything to do with this bastard. He's just too annoying.

"Cale Henituse, become my Saint."

"I refuse."

I honestly, from the bottom of my heart, from the deepest part of my soul refuse to become his fucking Saint. Even considering it is terrible.

"...How about becoming one temporarily? Just during your stay in that world."

It's still too much, too far from my dream. My peaceful life in some remote place, slacking all year round while farming occasionally.

"Let's make a deal, shall we?"

"...Fuck."

Still, I can't refuse it no matter how much I want to do so. It's irritating, but I have no choice. The only thing I can do is say goodbye to my slacker life, for now.

Till the day I can finally smack that waste of space, annoying bastard, God of Death at the back of his head. I'll smack him so hard that he won't be able to ever mess with my slacker life again.

I will surely become a slacker. No matter how much time it takes, no matter how hard it is to achieve. I will reach my dream no matter what.

Notes:

...Good luck, Cale.

P.S: Edited on 2 Feb 2023.