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The noble sacrifice of Cale Henituse, that was something everyone in the Western Continent knew about. His story and legends were recorded in detail. There was even a museum and statues that were dedicated to this brave hero.
A hero who had died valiantly in the decisive battle against White Star.
Five years had passed by mercilessly without Cale Henituse.
One may ask, what happened to Cale then? Where was he now? Did he truly disappear from this world?
Well, he was doing just fine.
Probably.
“Where the hell am I?” Cale Henituse’s last memory was stabbing himself and then White Star. He was pretty sure he died from that. Instead, he found himself clutching tightly onto one mighty fine carrot.
Did I transmigrate again?!
Cale’s eyes shook, he was on a small farm. He guessed this body was harvesting the crops when Cale had taken over. There was no one around him but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace when he looked up and saw the vast ocean before him.
It was a breathtaking sight.
This is...probably the Northeastern coast. Cale thought quietly to himself.
Cale felt that the land was similar to his records and let out a relieved sigh. At least he wasn’t thrown to another world again.
Though, it was better to make sure. He saw a small house in the distance and walked towards it.
Upon entering the small home, Cale was surprised to find an awkwardly placed table that was veiled in a thin layer of dust. Though, what caught his eye was a clean note placed neatly on the table.
He sighed, carefully placed his carrot down and read the note.
**** Henituse,
All that you see here is for you, thank you for everything.
I’ll grant your dream of becoming a slacker.
Live happily and peacefully now.
P.S. - Your body’s name is called Bob Henituse. I made it look exactly like your previous body! I thought you might like the name too, you’ve used it quite often back then. Ah, there’s a little cost to this though, you can’t tell anyone about your true identity yet. But I’m sure you’ll manage to overcome it all in the end.
P.P.S - Do you like the farm? I made sure to include a bit of everything!
- God of Death
“...” Cale Henituse blinked once and then twice.
How was he supposed to react to this? Was this supposed to make him happy or something?
Cale slammed down the note. Being alive was great, a pre-prepared farm was also good. Many thanks for that, but who the fuck was Bob Henituse?
Was this karma getting back at him for using the alias Bob all the time?!
No, this was all that god’s fault. Cale felt like his slacker life was bidding him adieu when he was reading this cursed letter.
God of Death, don’t cry when you get beaten up by someone called fucking Bob!!