The 0th Corps Commander Became Trash! [ TCF x INTKOT ]

Previously...

Deon couldn't bear to look at the other's suffocating gazes. Their sparkling eyes were killing him.

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"My life so chaotic..."

The only thought in Deon's mind was to strangle the God of Death to death. However, in reality, he had no one to blame but himself.

He glanced at the wine bottle in his bag, "Should I take a sip?" The thought lingered in his mind. After all, with his regenerative ancient power back, he couldn't get drunk no matter how much he tried.

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"You've already packed up? You must be dying to move your body, it's a shame I didn't assign you a mission earlier."

"...Yes, it's been so long since I fought.."

"I knew that sending you was a great choice, and in the end, it works out for you too right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty.." No, it really doesn't but it's fine.

Now he felt like fleeing, but he probably couldn't flee to the Empire. With the manipulative Emperor and the Duke there, it was just asking him to get tangled up in a mess and die. Could Cruel protect him? That's what Cruel did in the novel. However, what if it was just a misunderstanding like The Birth of a Hero?

He immediately discarded the thought; there was no way it could be a misunderstanding. Some key details were hidden in The Birth of a Hero, but most were explained only from Choi-Han's point of view. It was the reason why he had initially misunderstood many people involved in the guidebook. However, in this case, it was explained from Deon's perspective. So, it was nearly impossible for it to be a misunderstanding.

Deon knew how competent the Zeroth Corps and Ed were from the novel and from rumors he overheard while on 'break.' They were able to get into formation quickly, but it looked like they didn't know much more than the other Corps since there wasn't anyone else to command them besides Ed.

Pulling back the curtains, Deon rummaged through his luggage to take out a black choker with a small ruby in the middle of it.

The God of Death had told him to watch out for his followers who were much more fanatic than the ones in Roan Kingdom, and this choker was given to him to hide the Aura of Death he exuded. Ever since dying once and evading death almost every single time, the death aura he exuded grew stronger than ever; it was practically nourishment for species of death, only if they genuinely feasted on humans.

While most people would be ecstatic, Deon could faintly feel that this was a ploy to make him the God of Death's Saint.

"...Let's just wear it."

Imagining the scene of hundreds of fanatic believers revering him as a deity scared him. So he rushed to wrap the choker around his neck before securing it. The choker came with a note. Deon could sense a bad premonition just at the sight of the sealed note. However, he felt that if he didn't read it, he would regret that choice for life.

Deon sighed and reached out to the edge of the paper in one go, his hands undone the creases so that he could see the message.

"..."