eccedentesiast

by skyrndipity

Summary:

You; an everyday avid reader who was just living life like the ordinary. Honestly, you didn't know what you were doing in your life for the past years ever since you entered elementary school. But one of the things you loved doing the most was reading novels and fanfictions.

Life was okay. It wasn't good, but it wasn't necessarily horrible either. So how in the world did you piss someone off so badly to the point you opened your eyes in a completely different world?

Oh, it's your favorite novel! But you woke up as a character that almost everyone hated???

 

In the middle of a fight:

"Cale Henituse, what's the size of your ring finger?"

Slash! Clang!

"What?"

Whoosh!

"...I need it so I can dominate the world."

...Bang!

"??? ...It's 7."

 

※ In which you entered the world of your favorite novel, Lout of the Count's Family, but as the antagonist.

 

TCF FANFICTION [ Trash of The Count's Family ]
[ All rights belong to Yoo Ryeo Han ]

⚠ This book contains spoilers of TCF ending and the book's part 2 ⚠

cross-posted on wattpad under rlaehrwk49.

Chapter 1: Was I trying to die? Yesn't.

I didn't expect myself to die today.

Honestly, who would expect their death to come like this?

I was reading, damn it. I was in the middle of one of the best scenes too! I lost count on how many times I've read this story, but it never stopped being exciting each time. Because apparently, I'm obsessed with this one main character.

Cale Henituse was so, so cool. The best man I've ever seen, or- well, read. The greatest, epitome of perfection. I was reading the part where he made a certain bastard afraid of him and was using his ability to seal the White Radish inside a golden plaque and aaaack, I love him! HAHAHA, I LOVE HIM! That's my baby, I'm so proud of him, look at him go—

Wait, where was I?

Ah, right.

I got pushed off a building and died.

Which is cool now that I think about it.

I mean, I can feel the wind brush through my hair, and my mind went "If our loooveee~ is tragedy why are you my remedy–"

Yeah, I went out with that whole Clarity meme style, but I'd appreciate it if I died AFTER I was done reading. Even worse, Trash of The Count's Family Part 2 wasn't finished yet, I wanted to read it first! But hey, we all can't have what we want.

Anyways, I was falling, right?

And then...

Nothing.

Nope. Nada.

I was expecting a splat but it didn't hurt at all. So I thought, "Hey, did I die?" but then I realized; if I died, was I supposed to be able to think?"

Slowly, I fluttered my eyes open and squinted when all I could see was white. My vision adjusted after a few seconds and I could see an unfamiliar and extravagant ceiling. My eyebrows twitched into a frown.

Where am I?

My head pounded as I tried to sit up, bringing up a hand to massage my temple, until I realized that something wasn't right. Did my body get bigger?

I looked down onto the palm of my hand and realized it was indeed bigger than what used to be my own. My skin was littered by scars that seemingly had healed a long time ago.

My gaze drifted to the rest of my body. Let's see: I was wearing a long sleeved white shirt that felt too heavenly on my skin, loose black pants, I have muscles, and... there's something between my legs?

... Okay, yeah, this is definitely not my body.

I could hear the sound of a door opening before a voice had spoken,

"Sir Barrow, you're awake?"

... Who?

I turned my head to see a pebble-looking man staring at me.

"... You're talking to me?" I asked blankly and found myself surprised at my own voice. It was deep, and... like Kirishima would say, very manly.

The man in front of me immediately became nervous and lowered his head. "I-I'm sorry for speaking hastily to you, Sir..." he immediately apologized.

I frowned and he flinched.

"H-Here, Sir...! The mask you asked for," He said, handing me a white mask.

I slowly reached my hand out to grab the mask, looking down onto it with narrowed eyes.

Barrow. White mask.

"... Bring me a mirror."

The man's head perked up. "Huh? A-ah-! Yes, right away!"

He brought a small mirror to me and I looked at my reflection.

A smile slowly grew on my face, which made the man sweat and tremble slightly.

... Oh, wow, I'm very handsome.

Look at that perfect jaw, that defined nose, those long lashes—

Wait, no, snap out of it.

I scowled.

It seems that I've become what Raon would call a White Thing.

... I'm a very handsome White Thing though.

I smiled again, caressing my chin. The man was starting to look really creeped out, but I ignored him.

Is this how it feels to be transmigrated into your favorite novel? Am I the chosen one?

Then my eyes lit up.

... Holy shit. I can see Cale Henituse.

"... Ha," I let out a small scoff, "ha... hahaha... haHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

I noticed that my laughter sounded very evil but I didn't care.

This man that I still have no idea what his name was, began to laugh with me, his face showing complete anxiety, "hahahahaHAHAHAHAHA!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

OH MY GOD, I CAN MEET HIM! I'M WINNING! I'M WINNING IN LIFE!

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"HAHAHAHA!!!

"KYAAAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"MWAHAHAHAHA— Stop."

"HAHA— Okay...!"

I cleared my throat, my face becoming neutral. Since I'm apparently the White Radish, I can do whatever I want, right?

I was internally grinning like a devil.

"Report."

———

a/n: wrote this on a whim lmao. welcome to the prologue with a lowkey unhinged mc!

Chapter 2: How did the novel go again?

My mind blanked as this bulky yet cowardly man in front of me began to start his report.

You know how it feels when someone dumped shit ton of information on you like a train without a stop? It was like that.

My brain was loading and overheating before crashing like a laptop's blue screen.

Basically, I didn't get what he was saying at all.

The novel explained things from Cale Henituse's perspective, it did not go into details about how the White Radish did his villainy stuff. With each word that came out of the other man's mouth, I began to think that it was like constructing the most perfect building. It wasn't far from the truth though. After all, the White Star planned to completely reconstruct the world.

The plan was very thorough.

White Star had this plan mapped out for over a thousand years.

Speaking from a clueless, outsider perspective, it was safe to say that this would frighten anyone who hears it.

There wasn't a way to stop the White Star. He had a strong hold over the Eastern Continent and influence over the Western Continent, like a beautiful invasive plant in a garden that slowly destroys everything in it.

However, that's only if you exclude Cale's existence.

A proud smile appeared on my face, it looked sinister, and the other man seemed to misunderstand it as approval.

"Then we will proceed with the plan, Sir Barrow."

Huh? What plan? Which?

I sent the man a glance, but he saw it as a sharp, warning gaze.

The man quickly explained, voice trembling slightly, "T-The mermaids have started stealing the dead mana from the swamp in the Forest of Darkness. The conflict in the ocean would stir by itself now so we should be safe to focus on searching for the ancient powers."

Ah. Seems harmless enough.

"So as planned, we will invade Harris Village, start a massacre, take the ancient power, and run."

The  fuck  are you saying now?

I tried very hard to not flinch and keep my composure so I wouldn't expose myself, but I didn't realize my expression had become more grave.

The man was sweating profusely and trembling like a rat.

I didn't care about his reaction.

Why was I transmigrated during such an important plot point?!

I was fuming.

This is ridiculous! It's massacring the villagers which will drive Choi Han to madness and the start of the whole plot, too—

Ah, wait...

My posture and expression slowly relaxed.

Isn't this a good thing?

I can stop White Star's plan for world domination.

That's right. I almost forgot that I have the sole authority to stop whatever terrifying thing caused by the antagonist that can happen in this world.

I looked out the window, the scenery of the Endable Kingdom displayed in front of my eyes.

I never thought I would ever look at something like this. How bizarre.

"... Cease all actions."

The man's eyes flickered up at me in surprise.

"Pardon?"

My eyes narrowed.

"I don't like repeating myself."

Woah, I sound totally cold just now. The villain package is awesome.

"A-Ah, yes! I- I will inform everyone and heed your command!"

At his words, I nodded, feeling a sense of satisfaction welling inside me.

He bowed respectfully in 90 degrees and stayed that way even after a few seconds had passed.

I stared, confused.

"... Why are you still here?" I asked.

"U-Um, you haven't dismissed me yet, so-..."

Oh.

"B-But it's fine, sir! I'm not blaming you for this presence of mine that's still bothering you like a pesky bug! If anything, it's my fault! It's all my—"

"Shut up."

This guy sure talks a lot.

"YES, SIR!"

"And bring me lemon tea."

And I always wondered what the lemon tea here that Cale disliked so much tasted like.

"YES, SIR!!!"

Like the wind, the man disappeared out the door before my eyes could follow.

Finally. Peace and quiet.

I walked over to the door of the balcony and opened it. A small gasp escaped me like the air was knocked out of my lungs.

The sight in front of me was very pretty.

Endable Kingdom was underground, but there was nothing like this on Earth. The structure itself was wondrous. It truly was the world of a novel.

I tried to recall the contents of my favorite story with much difficulty.

Although it was my favorite, the contents I remember are mostly the things that revolved around Cale rather than the world-building itself. I couldn't remember the correct timeline in order and I don't remember all the characters.

Even worse, I have a really shitty memory, so that didn't help at all.

Endable Kingdom...

A kingdom where the Gods' gaze does not fall, the home of dark creatures who have been discarded aside, such as Vampires and Dark Elves.

It was a kingdom in the north of the Eastern Continent, located under a giant hole.

Does this mean if the Eastern Continent was a human,  Endable  would be the butthole?

Anyway, I brushed away that random thought.

I still remember that Endable was separated into several 'floors'.

The Royal Palace as well as the residences of the first four nobles were on the lowest floor, the deepest part known as Section 1.

I looked up and squinted my eyes.

How do people move between floors? Are there elevators? Also, can the floors collapse like an avalanche? What stuff are holding these floors up? And how is this place reasonably bright even though we're underground? Is the sunlight from above very intense? I hate very bright sunlight.

It felt like my eyes were spinning as I thought of these questions. I momentarily forgot that this place has convenient fantasy elements.

Pretty. Should I take a picture—

I reached for my pocket, and then it hit me.

I don't have my phone.

The realization that I can no longer scroll through social media, read dumb arguments about celebrities and animes, talk to my friends, watch my favorite shows, read online novels, and leave my game progress that I paid for hit me like a truck.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

Outside of the large hole, as if sensing danger, the birds went flying in fear.

• • •

"Ah, that God of Death..."

A voice filled the dim room with a subtle mix of frustration and resignation whilst the sound echoed through the shadows like a whisper carried on the wind. The unseen presence seemed to sigh, the weight of eons etched into its intangible existence.

"Once again, meddling in the affairs of the living. Is it not enough to weave the threads of mortality without disturbing the order and nature of the world?"

The pair of eyes gleamed, one tip of a finger tracing the mouth of the wine glass as the being stared towards the golden balancing scale, one heavier than the other.

"Fate disrupted, a trespass into realms that should've remained untouched," the voice murmured, grabbing a weight that resembled a chess piece. "A soul plucked from one narrative, destined to be the force of 'protection,' a pawn in the eternal struggle. And yet, the scales must not tip too far."

The red lips curved into a smile as the weight was delicately placed onto the lighter scale, and slowly, the golden scales became balanced once more.

"... I hope this soul can be the key to restoring equilibrium that has long been destroyed."

Notes:

a/n: i almost forgot abt this fic. this is like a crackfic that i can write whenever im bored and depressed 3