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“Ughh-”
A headache worse than any hangover or migraine he has ever experienced in his entire life was currently pounding away against his skull so hard, Cale Henituse thought he might die from the pain alone.
“Shit”
He could feel warm blood dripping down his neck and seeping into his collar. He could tell he was sitting on a chair with his hands and legs restrained and his eyes blindfolded with a cloth so tightly it was rubbing uncomfortably against his face.
Well nothing about his current predicament could be considered comfortable but living a cushy life of a rich count’s son for 18 years surely doesn’t call for many chances to experience discomfort of such magnitudes.
Cale though paper cuts hurt a lot, anything above that was well beyond the confounds of comfort for him.
Well aside from the recent incident where he almost died getting beaten to death by a crazy lunatic yapping about Harris Village- , Cale was pretty adamant about not getting hurt like that again but clearly nothing ever goes the way he wants if his current situation is anything to go by.
Cale shifts in his seat, squirming around trying to figure out a way out of his restraints but to his dismay, the ropes were tied around his hands and legs securely; Not leaving any room for breathing or any openings to latch onto.
He certainly wasn’t strong enough to just tear through these ropes either so he slumped in his chair defeatedly after struggling for a while.
“Just my fucking luck.” It was supposed to be a normal day, He had left the mansion to visit one of the many taverns he frequented. It had been a while since he visited one since he was knocked out for almost a week and took a few more days to recover from his injuries thanks to that lunatic.
He was on his way to the tavern when suddenly somebody hit his head from the back and… apparently kidnapped him? Him?
A very ballsy move if you ask Cale, kidnapping the son of a Count? In his own territory no less? Ha! It almost sounded unbelievable.
And yet, It was exactly what happened to him, because why not.
Cale, for his part, was very calm about this whole ordeal.
Of course on the inside he was extremely scared to the point he could feel his blood going cold. He wanted to cry out for help but he kept his mouth sealed shut. Unlike what everybody seems to assume, Cale does possess some critical thinking skills.
He appears calm on the outside, taking deep breaths to clear his mind.
Right now was not the time to scream, besides making his captors aware that he was awake and ready to receive whatever they had prepared for him earlier than anticipated, It wasn’t going to do him any good to attract attention by screaming his lungs off and crying no matter how much he wanted to.
Now was the time to rack his brain and figure out who his captors were since he had a moment to spare in peace and quiet.
This could be a kidnapping for money, his father has billions to burn away after all, or it could be because of some unresolved grudge against him.
But Cale for the life of him, couldn’t put his finger on who could’ve pulled this off.
Not because Cale has no enemies,
But because Cale has too many of them!
Half the Henituse County probably wants him gone after all the property damage he does on a regular basis.
Though in his humble opinion, A couple of broken chairs and glass bottles should not equate to property damage but the collective hatred for him is just so strong that people are willing to look over that fact.
There are even false rumours spreading about him all around the county, with people making up ridiculous stories to exaggerate his deeds and others fanning the flames. It has gotten so bad to the point that neighboring nation’s nobles have also caught wind of a Trash Nobleman living somewhere in the Northeast.
Not that Cale minds, since it all works out in his favor.
But aside from the townsfolk, Cale had always targeted scums and troublemakers who would cause ruckus in bars or the streets. Cale really hated those Gangster bastards who would go around causing trouble for everyone, so he would always pick fights with them with the intention of scaring them away for good.
It helped him further solidify his Trashy persona and also helped keep the citizens safe.
After all, nobody would dare to go against the spoiled young master of the Henituse family.
Right?
Cale sighed, This obviously wasn’t the work of your average run of the mill gangster.
Cale was entertaining the idea that those gangsters finally snapped and decided to teach him a lesson but any normal person with a fully developed frontal lobe wouldn’t even dare think about touching him. (aside from that Harris Village bastard who looked like a kid)
It was simply because Count Deruth still held him in high regards, touching him would mean unleashing the wrath of the otherwise peaceful Count.
So, either some idiots got confident after the Crazy lunatic incident,
Or, this is a work of someone much more powerful than even his father.
Cale is leaning more towards the former than the latter because he can’t think of a logical reason why someone powerful would waste their effort on kidnapping him of all people, Though he supposes it makes sense to go after a well known trash rather than taking their chances with an actual noble. But even then, it does not make sense.
unless he did something to offend them; which- also doesn’t help narrow it down considering how many nobles he pisses off just by existing.
He also hasn't done anything to anyone in the past week or two since he has been recovering, So it is a bit late to dish out a punishment if this really is the work of some higher noble. But what does he know?
Cale exhaustingly slumped back down once more, This was going nowhere.
He would just have to wait and hope that someone in the mansion would notice his absence and report it to his father so a rescue team can be sent to his last known location.
Ignoring the fact that the servants would probably rejoice at his absence first and report it a little later to preserve the peace, He would most likely be stuck here for a while.
There is often at least one servant tailing him for obvious reasons,
He hopes that servant saw him being kidnapped, and reported it to the authorities.
He hopes that someone will come save him soon.
It is wishful thinking,
but he hopes nonetheless.
Inside his office, the White Star observes the reports in his hand; He had tens of hundreds more to go through yet if he wanted to make the most of this new opportunity gifted to him.
After being humiliated and then sealed in a damned golden plague of all things, White Star was brewing plans on how to get back at Cale Henituse when all of a sudden, He was met with his death inside the Sealed god’s temple.
…Or what would've been his death had it not been for Unknown forces intervening and offering him a deal in his dying moments.
A situation so bizarre that he was sure not even Cale Henituse couldn't have accounted for something like this ever happening,
His soul was taken out of his body and teleported safely to this world before he was stabbed by that weird dagger. His body was left behind to rot, while his soul would continue to live on in another world.
The White Star was ecstatic when the unknown Gods decided to meddle in human affairs and offer him a deal he could not refuse.
It was a deal that would give him a chance to turn everything around.
An opportunity to finally right his wrongs and become one with the sky.
The deal in which he would be teleported to a world similar to his own, just two years in the past before any wars. He would come to inhabit his own body from this world, though his powers could not be taken with him, being able to keep his memories intact was more than enough for him.
His memories of the future will be enough for him to change the tides this time around. Combining what he knows with what is currently happening in the world would be extremely beneficial. He would also be able to prepare for some events in advance, as well as know the locations of important powers.
The White Star also got the confirmation he needed, Someone had transmigrated into Cale Henituse’s soul two years ago.
Everything that happened after that was the result of the transmigrator changing things that were supposed to happen instead.
He had been off the mark a little by assuming someone from his own world had come to inhabit Cale’s body, even more so when he assumed that it was someone changing bodies after bodies just to stop him.
He realized how wrong he had been about Cale Henituse. It should’ve been obvious with the way the First Dragon Slayer’s journal was written in an unknown language not used anywhere in the world.
And Choi Han, who appeared seemingly out of nowhere, was able to understand that language, A language that doesn’t exist in their world.
The idea of another world being involved wasn’t really an outlandish thought now that he thinks about it.
Nevertheless, thanks to some much needed divine intervention, The White Star has now made it to a world before the wars, a blank canvas. Waiting for him to decorate it with red.
A world just before the heroic debut of Cale Henituse.
And White Star will make sure that it stays that way.
That is why the moment he woke up in this world, The first thing that he did was locate Cale and abduct him with a swift hit to the head. He cannot have the redhead running around freely. From the looks of it though, it seems that the transmigration has yet to happen in this world.
Which honestly works well in the White Star’s favor. Having the transmigrator in the palm of his hand the moment he wakes up in Cale Henituse’s body will allow White Star to have him in complete control. He won’t have the freedom that he previously did, which allowed him to throw wrenches into every single one of White Star’s plans.
He could just kill him right now and be done with it, but White Star wants to observe this person for a while longer…
There is also something else that has been bothering him since he became aware of this grand revelation,
Why Cale Henituse?
What is so special about Cale Henituse that the Gods chose him to serve as the transmigrator’s identity in this world? Hundreds of better options to choose from and the best they could do was a trashy young master with an equally trashy reputation?
No. White Star refuses to believe that is all there is to it.
There must be a reason behind why Cale Henituse was the only one chosen for this, clearly there is more to this young master of the henituse family than he lets on.
There has to be a reason why he was chosen instead of somebody with more importance like the Crown prince, Choi Han or any other Hero.
White Star had an inkling that he would come to learn more about this in the future soon; but for now,
He gets up from his chair, leaving the endless reports behind on his desk as he opens his office door and beelines towards the Underground Cellar.
A servant greets him by the door, “My liege, He is awake.”
The White Star can’t stop his lips from turning into a small but chilling smile. He looks towards the cellar door, The big room that he had designed to serve as a Solitary Confinement chamber was finally being put to good use.
“Is that so?” It was difficult to hide the glee in his voice.
He grabs the door knob, his heart beating in excitement like it never had before.
Cale Henituse….
He opens the door,
You’re finally mine.