You thought that's it? [Tcf × Debut Or Die]

Chapter 1 - Yet again

Things had been simple after the war.

Cale claimed he was "resting," and who could argue? After all, stabbing oneself in the middle of a battlefield did tend to justify a break.

So, with all the entitlement of someone who had earned their peace (and a penchant for avoiding responsibility), Cale secluded himself in his quarters, ignoring the influx of letters, calls, and endless attempts to thank or praise him.

All Cale wanted was peace.

And finally-finally-it seemed like he was getting it.

The world was moving on. The war was over.

Things were slowly getting back on track, and Puzzle City was rebuilt, now the most famous tourist attraction across both the Western and Eastern Continents.

History books were selling like hotcakes, chronicling the legendary Allied Armies and their greatest commander-one Cale Henituse.

Be that as it may be, Cale didn't have to know about that last bit.

Anyway.

As mentioned, everything was going just fine for our great commander and self-proclaimed slacker.

Well. Everything except for one tiny, insignificant detail.

Cale woke up one morning in a place that was both unfamiliar and disconcertingly familiar at the same time.

He noticed right away that this wasn't his bed. It wasn't the Super Rock Villa, with its cozy mattress that had grown warm from the kids who always snuck into his room at night despite having their own rooms.

It wasn't even his room in the estate of the Henituse territory, with its overly luxurious bedding that he didn't deserve but used anyway.

This bed was comfortable-sure-but not luxuriously so.

The sheets were plain, the pillows unremarkable. And most notably, there wasn't a single trace of Raon, On, or Hong anywhere nearby.

He was sure nothing alarming happened in his sleep. There was no strange light that sucked him to this world. There was no warning from the God of Death or any Gods at that. He was sleeping peacefully, and now he is in a strange place.

Cale sat up slowly, squinting at his surroundings.

His first thought: This is not my bed.

His second thought: This is not my room.

And his third thought? A muttered, "Dammit..."

He gripped the sheets tightly, frustration already bubbling up.

'Seriously, who keeps thinking I'm free real estate to be moved around at their whim? Am I some kind of cosmic toy for the gods to play with whenever they get bored?'

Ah. He really, really felt like slapping someone right now.

Trying to subdue his anger and frustration, he finally forced himself out of the bed to check his surroundings and assist the situation.

He couldn't afford to lose his temper. Not yet, anyway. First, he needed to figure out what was going on.

With a sigh that reeked of resignation, Cale swung his legs off the bed and forced himself to take stock of his surroundings.

The room he was in wasn't grand, nor was it shabby. It was... average. Clean, but devoid of personality. The furniture was minimal: a desk, a chair, a small closet. No golden accessories, no extravagant decor. Just plain, practical furnishings.