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Cale tossed that disgusting thing to the corner of the room.
"You motherfucking God of Death. Cage doesn't even want you and you expect me to become your saint?"
Cale massaged his temples.
No wonder Cage always held her head and cursed whenever the God of Death talks to her.
At that moment, Cale held his head again.
-Become my saint, Cale.
He ignored him and searched for the top's whip.
Unfortunately, the God of Death still persisted
And Cale had enough.
"Ya! What kind of 'no' do you not understand?! Do you want me to burn down all of your temples?!!"
Cale was so done with him. It was to the point that he accidentally used Korean to curse the God of Death.
...
-Please...?
Cale's sanity snapped.
A fake bastard that might be his relative stole all his retirement fund, the Western Alliance was trying to give him a fucking shackle and then there's this motherfucking God who won't leave him alone!
Cale turned to Ron and told him to inform Cage about his future plans.
No, let me correct that.
It's 'Cale's future plan if Cage doesn't do anything about that stupid god.'
The plan:
Ms Cage, I will give you two choices.
One, please get that motherfucking God of Death away from me.
Two, we can burn all his temples together if you want to get rid of him too.
And so, this is how the Western continent's temples that belonged to the God of Death went up in flames.
Cale finally got his slacker life.
Wakey-wakey
Wakey-wakey
Wakey-wakey
WAKEY-WAKEY!
Cale jolted awake from his sleep.
"Ah... It was all just a dream..."
We all know this is just part 1.
Bye-bye slacker life.