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Ti-ring!
A familiar ringtone caught Kim Rok Soo’s attention. His, or former Kim Rok Soo’s, phone lit up from a notification that popped up at the lock screen. It was a notification from a messaging app he frequently used.
‘Should I ignore it?’ Kim Rok Soo nonchalantly thought. He’s been trying to have a work-life balance. Ever since he accepted the new reality of being an overworked office worker, he’d at least want to have a nice time when he’s not working.
‘It wasn’t an emergency or important notification, after all.’ He tried to turn his focus back onto the book he’s reading, but something in that message bothered him. It was an eerily familiar feeling creeping up from the notification sound to his head.
Oh, yeah.
‘The God of Death’ he came to a realization as he scrunched his face. He’d rather not get involved with that guy again.
But he picked up his phone. It was the first time he felt God of Death’s aura after transmigrating after all, and he didn't want any chances of missing something that could be so urgent that he had to contact Kim Rok Soo.
< Happy birthday to you… I guess? - Cale Henituse >
“pfft”
He originally raised his eyebrows when he saw an unknown number wishing him a happy birthday, but chuckled as he finished reading.
‘How did this punk even find a way to contact me?’ Kim Rok Soo was truly in disbelief at the ridiculous message.
< Happy birthday to you too, punk > He quickly messaged back. He knows it’s not Cale’s birthday, but it was his body’s former host’s and he thought it was only right to wish him a happy birthday on the day where he celebrated it for thirty six years.
< How did you even contact me? > Kim Rok Soo added. He doesn’t doubt that Cale still remembers his number even after three years, but interdimensional contact? Some big stuff must’ve happened.
< Got this pretty useful divine item that allows me to contact people I’ve met before from the bastard who got you here > A message popped up not long after.
‘Seriously? An item that amazing?’ Kim Rok Soo frowned. It doesn’t have a good implication to get something that good from a god.
< What did you do? > He quickly asked again. It feels iffy to ask but he felt that something big is happening.
< Rude. How did you have the same reaction as them whenever I did some things that aren't even wrong? > Kim Rok Soo chuckled at the mental image of young Cale’s face frowning while sending the message. But he stopped smiling after the next message.
< Do you really want to know though? > The ominous feeling increased and he immediately typed back.
< No, never mind. Do your thing, I’m so~ not curious at all > He shivered. He saw what happened the first and last time he met Cale, where his whole body got cracks, and he doesn’t want to hear something worse than that. Bad enough that he got a divine item that connects things interdimensionally.
< Just I hope you’ll be safe. Knowing you, you must have tons of people worrying about you. Don’t make them drop their hearts because of worry too much > Seeing how affectionate Kim Rok Soo’s people are to him, there’s no doubt that guy will create that kind of environment there too.
< It’s not that bad > A reply appeared. Kim Rok Soo chuckled at this oblivious punk.
< Anyways I’m going to celebrate my birthday with my cute niece. Tell that old punk that I said Happy Birthday to him too > Kim Rok Soo did not forget that Choi Han had the same birthday as him now.
< I’ll tell him that. And anything to say to Choi Jung Soo? >
‘Huh, he’s even with that God of Death’s lackey? What is he doing, seriously?’ He sighed as he recalled the chat he had with Choi Jung Soo when he was informing him about his niece’s location.
‘I guess he would be the one being sent to Cale if the God of Death needed to send someone, huh’ He thought about how full of care he was while talking about Cale.
< Tell that god’s lackey I said happy birthday too > He typed.
< Pfft, god’s lackey? He’s going to be pissed > He chuckled at the message he received.
< Well, lastly, thank you > He decided to send it after contemplating. He truly felt grateful to the former Kim Rok Soo. It wasn’t as if he was obligated to save everyone, but he did anyway. He did what the former Cale couldn’t and it made him feel an immense gratitude towards this too-responsible guy.
< For what? >
‘This bastard, really.’ Kim Rok Soo sighed.
< For saving the world… I guess? > He decided to be a little playful since the atmosphere was getting a little heavy after recalling the world before he transmigrated.
< I guess it is something to be grateful about > This punk was as playful as Kim Rok Soo in answering it.
< Haaa, anyways, celebrate your birthday using that old punk and god’s lackey’s birthday as an excuse or something. I’m going to spend the rest of my day with my cute niece > He smiled fondly at that ‘niece’ of his who is currently trying to do chores as one of her birthday gifts to him before sending the message.
< Pfft, I guess I should? Have fun > Chuckling, he closed his phone as he took the plain cake and bags of buttercream in various colors on the table before approaching his niece. He’s going to have a blast celebrating this birthday.
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“Who are you talking to that you kept chuckling like that?” Choi Jung Soo peeked at the mirror divine item.
Cale sighed. “Kim Rok Soo” he quickly answered while putting the mirror back into his pocket.
“Huh? What do you need from him?” Puzzled, Choi Jung Soo tilted his head.
“I just wished him a happy birthday. And he wished me, you, and Choi Han a happy birthday as well” Cale nonchalantly said while shrugging his shoulders.
He then got up from his chair.
“I heard Choi Han is trying to make a seaweed soup?” He frowned as Choi Jung Soo was approaching Cale in his room to inform him about the disaster that might ensue.
“Let’s stop him before he messes up the whole kitchen” Cale walked quickly to the door. Angry Vicross is scary after all.
Let’s just say that they ended up with a bowl of delicious seaweed soup, three dirty people, a messy and wet kitchen, and an angry chef.