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

Chapter 42 - The Ending

"Isn't this what you wanted?! I merely made it happen quicker."

'This is, the Duke's voice?'

Deon walked towards the source of the Duke's voice. He was able to see the Duke, on the ground in disheveled clothing and ash on his face and all over his clothes. There was also.. Cruel here, he was pointing a sword right at the Duke's throat.

That was when it dawned on him, this wasn't the original novel. Cruel was alive here and fighting the Duke, well, it'd be better to call it a side beat-down rather than a fight. The Duke looked like he was going to die any moment, and he was, by Cruel's hands.

The Duke gave a glare at Cruel before he realized that the man in front of him was no longer a 'loyal dog' as he thought of him to be. He was about to die, in the hands of the very boy he sponsored himself.

Cruel lifted up the sword with one hand and slashed the Duke's head off, blood went everywhere on the former Fourth Hero's clothes as he wiped off the access blood on his cheek.

Deon walked closer to Cruel, he was now following behind him as the older male's footsteps hastened.

"..Deon... Baby.."

'...I'm dead?'

He watched as Cruel hugged a lifeless body, not just anyone's lifeless body, it was his body, and he died. How did he die here? Did that mean he would die in the later future?

"Gasp!"

Deon immediately sat up from his bed, he looked around the room, it wasn't burning down and neither was the Empire. But don't get him wrong, he didn't necessarily care about the Empire, it's just that his house was burning down and he was dead, actually dead in there!

He looked around the house, the scenes between the dream and reality overlapped with each other as he walked around. Record eventually began to overheat his body which caused Deon to sit back down on his bed. His nose soon began to bleed as a backlash for Record overheating, thankfully, he was lying down in bed so not much blood went on the floors and bed.

'Was that a different universe? Or was that my future?'

Whatever it was, he's not gonna end up dying in the near future. Deon had already decided that he was going to mess up this entire story, shaping it into whatever it is he wanted.

Deon stood back up, it's been a long time since he contacted the God of Death, he should probably ask him questions. Or well, he tried to, but no answer was given to him as he called out to the God.

To the Church of Death, it was then.

A paper note appeared on his hands as Deon wore his cloak. He read the note as a Death Butterfly landed on his head.

— Contact me when you get to my church.

'So much work for just contacting.'

Deon sighed as he made his way out of his room. He could see Dan approaching Cruel as he walked down the stairs, it looked like Dan had finally met Cruel.

"Where are you going?"

"Church of Death."

"..Don't get hurt, and don't follow strangers, and especially don't wander off in secluded places."