Cale dreaded the fact that he had been chosen as the hero to save the world from the Demon World.
He wants his slacker life back!
He wants his dream back!
Something inside his head is telling him to just murder the emperor and live his slacker life by force!
"Shall I do it?" Ron asked.
"We need to kill the gods because they're the ones who declared Young Master-nim a hero," Kage, who came with them, said.
"If we do that, we'll be cursed," Eruhaben said calmly.
"Shall I?" Lark asked, "we've been abandoned by the heavens for a long time, so I can do it?"
Everyone turned to look at Lark, who appeared to be completely calm.
"Stop it... Let's just get over it," Cale said to Kage, "and tell that damn God of Death. I'm going to kill him the next time we meet."
And soooo.
Cale's at the border of the mortal world and the demon world.
"Hah."
He didn't believe the battle with the white star and the hunters would open up the path between the mundane and the netherworld.
But...
"This liquor is the best!" He beams and chugs the bottle of wine without care for the world. Of course, not one of his people dared to stop him.
After all, he's HEARTBROKEN.
His beloved slacker life was nowhere to be found.
His beloved rich slacker life didn't come into reality after his retirement got held back.
Damn it. Just plain damn it.
That bastard Alver Crossman! He'll make him pay with thousands of pieces of paperwork and one-kilometer-long receipts!
"Hella! Fellas! This is the Demon World's best liquor!!! Whoever finishes this huge jar without getting tipsy or drunk, will be given free liquor until his lifetime!"
"Hah..." Cale smirked.
Ron shook his head. Vicross looked at his master. Choi Han remained silent while the kids confusedly looked at Cale.
"You're not going to do it..."
"I will."
Cale slams the jar of wine on the table.
Something amusing just happened amid his heartbreak. Liquor is ideal for unrealized love!
"Yo," he says as he strolls over to the pig-looking vendor.
"What is a human doing in the demon realm? Didn't you know there's a war brewing in the realms?"
"We're just passing through... Who cares about war?" he replied, innocently smiling.
"Hoho... So there are humans like you, mister! Welcome! Welcome! Human, have some fun!"
"I'm the only human you'd find walking around with freaks," Cale said, motioning to his group. There were strong swordsmen, assassins, a necromancer, and wolves.
"That's quite a collection of companions, human. If you win, I'll give you the best jar of wine whenever you come!"
When a white-haired man with reddish eyes sat down in front of him, Cale smiled and chose to drink directly from the jar.
"Hello."
A human.
The demonic beings who frolicked around Cale looked at the white-haired man wearing a hood.
"De... Demon Arut?"
Cale smiled as he looked at the white-haired man. Looking at how he was dressed, he appeared on the run.
"Don't say a word I'm here, or else..."
Every demonic being kept their mouth shut.
"Liquor."
Cale looked at the man, and at the same time, the man looked at him.
"I am Deon."
"I am Cale."
There was an awkward silence that was broken when both of them sighed.
"I'm sorry. I've been on the run," Deon apologized.
"No. No, I'd be on the run too if *points at his companions* they weren't with me," Cale exclaimed exasperatedly.
The two asked for a cup and began pouring drinks to ease their conversation.
"Can you tell me what you do for a living?"
"Me? I'm a soldier," Deon responded, "how about you?"
"Same," Cale replied, drinking from the cup.
"Hah," came another long-suffering sigh, along with the sound of clinking cups and liquor pouring.
"I want to retire and live a long and silent retirement life," Deon said.
"I want a rich slacker life," Cale said, and both of them understood what the other meant.
"But why the fuck can't they understand?" exclaimed Deon.
"Right?! We've done everything we can to live that kind of life, but they keep screwing up our plans!" Cale echoed, chugging the liquor like a fish with his emotions and disappointment out loud.
"Who the hell wants to fight in the first place?" Deon slams the cup and cracks it. He looked at Cale, who elegantly drank another cup before hitting the cup on the table.
"Right?! Only crazy barbarians want to fight!" Cale exclaimed.
"Hah." another long-suffering sigh.
There was a moment of silence as well as a moment when both of them drinks directly from the jar.
They groan and scream before jugging the entire liquor without caring for the world.
"Hey... let's murder them."
"Yes. it's murder our bosses and escape after."
The demonic beings felt the dreaded moment when the Demon King would be roasted like a duck.
Even the human's companion had pale faces when the redhead declared that.
"They're seriously talking about murder and treason."
"As expected of Lord Arut!"
— Human... should I help?
The collective voices spoke in their heads.
Cale and Arut looked at each other and began laughing like crazy.
"Right... there's murder," they both said as they reached for another jar of wine from the pig-looking vendor.
"If we can do that, no one will be able to order us around."
Everyone backed away as two similar grins flashed dangerously.
"Man... I like you... You speak bluntly even when you're in the demonic realm," Deon says of Cale.
"Same sentiments... neither of us had any intention of beating around the bush," Cale says, clinking another jar before drinking the liquor.
"Yes, for our rich, silent, slacker/retirement life," the two grin broadly as they plot their murder and treason when two familiar men pull them apart.
"I had been looking for you, Deon."
"Dongsaeng, you'd better flee where I can't find you."
Two black-haired men exchanged glances.
"Please forgive my subordinates' actions," said the demon lord, bowing his head.
"Please forgive my Dongsang's action as well," the dark elf said, bowing his head.
Both of us looked at each other as if we were experiencing the same thing— I mean, headache—just by watching how these two chugged jars of wine without even realizing it.
They were all awkwardly looking at each other when both Cale and Deon struggled out of their grasp and stood together by their sides.
"CALE!/DEON!"
Two blackheads let out a chicken cry.
The two bastard commanders immediately run away after taking the jars of wine from the pig-looking vendor.
"Damn it!"
"That blasted dongsaeng."
The two blackheads looked at each other.
"You've done well."
"Same to you."
They both instinctively understood each other despite only meeting today.
"Hah..."
That was the hundredth sigh heard in that place.
TBC