This is it.
This is the day he’s been waiting for.
These past few weeks, he spent the time theorizing, brainstorming, and exercising… The results will show today. And this is his one and only chance to do things right. If he fails, he doesn’t know what will happen. No. He does have an inkling, but… he doesn’t want to think about it. All he needs to think of is how to make sure he does everything perfectly.
You hear that? Per. fect. ly. No room for error.
To be quite honest, he never thought that his experience in public speaking and organization leader training would come handy in a semi-medieval fantasy world like this. But it does, especially when he finds himself in the body of Clopeh Sekka.
Clopeh Sekka, the white haired swordmaster, a crazy smart bastard who will end up with faulty hands and legs, chopped off by his enemies and tortured. He will later turn out as Cale Henituse’s lapdog. A fanboy, if you will. A weird ass sasaeng, if you want to look at it another way.
Now, he mocked Clopeh Sekka here and there when he read the book, despite also acknowledging how he’s someone you don’t want to be your enemy, especially since he’s vicious, sly and actually crazy fucking smart. But he still laughed about Clopeh, because that man is well-known in the fandom as a crazy simp who is only amusing in fiction but disgusting in real life. And in a way he did end up as a prominent character who created a space in the hearts of all TCF fans in the world.
Still, in the novel, that man also ended up as a cripple. You know, dead mana bombs as limbs?! Tortured while his limbs were turned into minced meat, then they got replaced with fake arms and legs made out of dead mana bombs!
Listen. He may be Cale Henituse’s fan too, but even he doesn’t want to lose his limbs, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
He doesn’t like pain! Who does? No one! And he knows that what Clopeh Sekka went through after fighting THE Cale Henituse was nothing but pain. His mind lowkey broke down because of it as well, what with the whole “Cale is God” stuff. Who knows what will happen to him if that happens to him… He may end up spilling everything from Arm to the Sealed God and the whole Choi Jung Gun and other stuff. And then he’ll be killed because they are information someone like Clopeh Sekka shouldn’t have known.
Because he’s not Clopeh Sekka. He’s not even someone mega smart like Cale Henituse or Kim Rok Soo. He’s just… an average guy whose favorite pastime were to play games and read novels.
In this world, perhaps he’s more fitting to be called not as Clopeh Sekka, the crazy vicious bastard, but rather Cloppy Sekka, the bastard who is just trying to find a way to live and survive through this shitty situation he found himself in.
And so, he created a plan. A hasty plan, but a plan nonetheless.
It’s a stupid plan, but he’s pretty sure it’s going to work. Especially since he’s confirmed that the Cale Henituse in this world is that Cale Henituse he read about in the novel.
And so, when the Indomitable Alliance attacks Henituse territory, when he sits on top of his wyvern (damn, how fucking cool is that?!), while the other wyverns are attacking the silver shield (SO FUCKING COOL–), Cloppy Sekka spreads his arms, and with a dramatic face befitting of a priest about to open his sermon, he opens his mouth and screams in Korean:
“PLEASE!!!! HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Cale Henituse’s jaw drops. Hell yeah.
Choi Han, who is standing beside Cale Henituse, also stumbles on his feet. He’s staring at Cloppy Sekka with a chaotic gaze, and Cloppy responds with an equally chaotic, if slightly bloodshot, eyes.
Then, willing his expression to turn into something graceful (come on, years of acting in drama club during highschool! COME FORTH, DRAMA CLUB EXP!!!!), he clasps his hands together, almost like a prayer. In Korean, he yells out,
“PLEASE HELP ME, I GOT INTO THIS BODY A FEW WEEKS AGO AND ALL OF THIS GUY’S ALLIES ARE SCARY. I DON’T WANT TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DEATHS OF HUNDREDS OF CIVILIANS, GET ME OUT OF HERE, I BEG OF YOU!!!”
With how he looks like someone chanting prayers to the heavens, no one would know he’s literally begging for help right about now.
One of his “trusted subordinates”, which Cloppy knows as the bastard Syrem, approaches him at that moment. “My lord, is this really the time to do your strengthening ritual?”
Yes, since he transmigrated into Clopeh weeks ago, he’s been shouting and screaming in Korean, nonchalantly telling his subordinates and allies that these are prayers to the heavens in order to get their blessing to bring victory to their troops.
Clopeh’s father, Rock Sekka, as well as the Arm higher ups he managed to meet, were understandably turned off and worried because of this sudden… crazy change in the usually solemn capable-of-hiding-his-crazy Clopeh. But Cloppy doesn’t care.
The real Clopeh is someone who is crazy about this kind of thing, so it’s normal, okay? He just bullshits his way that this is a way for him to get blessings from the heavens and win the supreme battles gloriously. Thankfully Clopeh’s skills as a swordmaster still exist within this body, thus enabling Cloppy to stay as the Guardian Knight of Paerun Kingdom and for him to do this theatrics.
Yes. This is his groundwork for this battle, so he can survive WITH HIS LIMBS INTACT!!! OKAY!??!?!?! SO FORGIVE HIM IF HE’S SCREAMING FOR HELP WITH A STRAIGHT, MAJESTIC FACE!!!
IN THE FACE OF DEATH, EVERYONE WILL ACT CRAZILY JUST SO THEY CAN SURVIVE!!!! THAT IS A FACT!!!!!
“YOU WITH KOREAN NAME,” Cloppy yells, watching as Choi Han flinches. “PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!!!! I DON’T WANT TO REALLY FIGHT YOU.”
His green eyes are staring at Choi Han, before his gaze moves towards the redhead.
After all, he knows that Cale is the conductor of this battle, and for many more battles to come.
Cale Henituse is looking at him as if he’s crazy, and Cloppy can only send him a rueful grin in return.
The red haired man seems to be mumbling something towards Choi Han, the both of them looking unsure. After a moment of discussion, the smart Commander looks at him, then yells out, “What are you talking about, you crazy bastard?!”
Cloppy pretends to glare. Then, while spreading his arms wide, and his head tilted to the skies as if staring up at the heavens, he yells in perfect Korean, about Syrem, about the one actually controlling the wyverns, about the upcoming Bear Tribe people, about the next plan from the Indomitable Alliance, all the while everyone watches with ongoing incredulity (Syrem, Paerun Kingdom’s knights, Henituse territory’s knights and soldiers) and shock (Choi Han, Cale Henituse, for they are the only people who can understand what he is talking about).
Then, Choi Han urgently turns his head towards Cale, his mouth moving in quick succession. It seems that Choi Han is telling Cale about what he’s heard, confirming Cloppy’s suspicion that Cale is playing dumb and pretending that he doesn’t know Korean.
After awhile, Cale turns his attention back towards Cloppy.
“What do you want, you crazy bastard?!”
Cloppy directs his gaze towards them, his eyes bloodshot and his smile vicious, and with a finger pointing at them, as if chanting for their doom, he shouts, “Throw me away from their sights and make it as if you’ve incapacitated me, please!!”
When Choi Han throws him to a motherfucking mountain, Cloppy can only smile.
…At the very least, his limbs are intact.
Compared to when Choi Han threw him smack dab to the fucking mountain (in which, OW), his hold is nearly gentle when he lifts Cloppy up.
In Korean, unsure, Choi Han asks, “…Are you okay?”
Cloppy wheezes in pain, “Woo. That was. Awful.”
He coughs, smiling awkwardly towards Choi Han. Choi Han can’t help but to notice that his gaze is way friendlier than the vicious bloodshot, slightly crazy eyes he had when he chanted to the skies. “Please take me to your dungeon already so you can go and help your liege. Syrem is, um, a problem. I’ll explain more later?”
Choi Han nods, then he proceeds to hand them to the Molan duo, who are conveniently nearby for some reason.
Shit. Didn’t they drag Clopeh to the torture dungeon in the novel?
He pales at the sight of their vicious gaze. Help?!! He doesn’t want to get tortured?!?!?!
Sending a panicked glance at Choi Han, Choi Han nods at the Molan duo. “He betrayed the Indomitable Alliance, Cale-nim told us to keep him in the dungeon and not hurt him at all.”
Ron Molan clicks his tongue, Beacrox looks disappointed. Cloppy holds back a whimper.
Come on, man, torturing him can’t be all that fun. He’ll cry like a baby!
When all is said and done, Cale Henituse and the party are more well prepared for Syrem’s “surprise” identity and abilities. Thanks to the information delivered hastily by a white haired swordsmaster, they manage to win, one way or another.
“Syrem escaped,” Cale Henituse says as he arrives in the dungeon, casually sitting in front of him, looking very comfortable despite the place being customized for torture.
Cloppy, also in his seat, smiles ruefully. He’s still tied up by the Molan duo, understandably not trusted by the two of them despite Choi Han informing them of how he had “defected”. Nevertheless, he’s not tortured, and his limbs are intact, so Cloppy simply sang songs in his head and ignored the vicious stares he kept on getting from the father-son duo.
Now… in front of Cale Henituse, Cloppy allows himself to speak once again.
“…He probably went to the other red stars’ position.”
“The other red stars, huh?” Cale hums conversationally, his fingers tapping on the wooden chair’s armrest. “We’ll discuss that later. For now… We’ll talk about that language Choi Han recognized.” With an admittedly scary smile, he grins. “First of all, who are you? What do you want?”
“I…” He says, “I just want to survive. I’m just someone who wants to live.” He directs his gaze towards Choi Han, who is watching him with a complicated expression, then to Cale, who looks stoic as it is always said in the novel.
His green eyes are blazing with the will to live, even if this fact is perhaps unbeknownst by Cloppy himself.
“I want to live. I don’t want to cause a war and kill innocent civilians either. That’s why, when I noticed a Korean name… I took my chances.”
Near them, Beacrox’s eyebrows are furrowed, muttering the word “Corian?” with palpable confusion. He is ignored by the rest of them.
Seeing Cale is not responding, Cloppy continues on, sweat forming on his skin when such focused gaze is directed at him. Handsome or not, Cale is a force to be reckoned with. That, and his Dominating Aura does make him seem scary as fuck.
“…Arm is not a good organization. They don’t care… about civilians, or even their own allies. I won’t be able to survive if I work with them.”
“So you betrayed your own kingdom,” is Cale’s conclusion, once again playing dumb, as if Cloppy has any chance to get the clusterfuck that is Indomitable Alliance and Arm in his tender heart..
Cloppy scoffs. “Please. I was barely there for even a month. I don’t have a family.” He averts his eyes, “…Not anymore, at the very least.”
The redhead hums. “Then, what do you want to do?”
“What do you want to do, now that you’re here, as my prisoner?”
“I…” He starts, staring straight into Cale’s eyes. “I want to live. I want to survive. And I, I don’t like Arm. I know things about them. Information I managed to gather. They will be useful… for you to defeat them. That’s why!”
He bows lowly in his seat, however far it is allowed with his tied up state. “That’s why, Commander Cale Henituse, please allow me to live.”
He straightens up in his seat, green eyes blazing.
“Use me, if that means that I can live and survive until the end.”