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Prologue
The creator of all is responsible for the destructions that befall. A playground full of naïve lives is for him to control. Death, afterlife varied names they may call but most of all the loveliest name he's ever heard is "That Bastard God Of Death"...
That's right a human who defied his distiny who's existence is worshipped more than him, who's fiery red mane flutter with the gush of wind and the pale skin in contrast to his determined gaze bewitch the eyes of the naive seekers. He would love to call him his own son but his ears might not handle the curses he'll receive. Though his heart wishes to make him his priest.
The life of a human is a mere chess piece, their souls are the real gems. The phenomenon of splitting souls is something that still leaves him in awe. Kim Rok Soo, Cale Henituse both are the same soul essence otherwise there is no way they would've swapped. Just like his these two children there is one more pair that caught his attention. Park Moondae and Ryu Gunwoo unlike KRS/Cale Henituse who tend to have multiple similarities, these two are complete opposites. Like the essence pertaining different lights instead of merging remained distinct......
GoD wasn't a sadist or was he. His lips twitched the moment he witnessed the silver mane push a human named Ryu Chungwoo only for his own heart to welcome shards of mirror......
The designed path in form of soul's system would follow but GoD couldn't let this be so simple. The other gods were continuously pestering him since the death of the white star that they couldn't find entertainment. Even though he knew his beloved son would soon try to hunt hunters he couldn't help but send him a gift or send him to the gift.........
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Darkness surrounded him, Park Moondae for the least wasn't surprised. He was most likely knocked out because of the accident and he pretty much guessed this area would be a system space. He wasn't wrong, light flickered and "Error.....Error.....Error".
The terms flashed infront of his eyes.'What the......I won't die because of this right' . Before he could calmly comprehend the situation the world turned white...........
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'Sigh.....'Cale who just had a chat with the emperor couldn't help but feel the bitter taste in his mouth. It seemed as if his slacker life was waving him a goodbye. Well atleast Eruhaben nim was healthy now. While Cale was immersed in his thoughts he didn't notice the fluttering black book.
'Human that thing is acting weird'
Cale's gaze moved to the direction the mighty dragon was pointing at only for the book to smash him on the face knocking him out. 'DAMN YOU GOD OF DEATH'
'Cale nim'
'Human'
'Young Master'
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The pitch black ambience, shone stars at night, the moonlight seem to shine so bright, a cool breeze swept their mane their eyes still embraced darkness, lips silenced and heart thumped at a calming beat. The more attentive they were, the more physically they lacked. A workaholic being dense towards his habits and another workaholic chasing the dream of slacker life. One who wants to survive to get rid of an annoying system and the other who has been paving his path for survival for his lifetime wish to just lie down all day and sleep. ..........
Will together create a place to rest...........or will they...........