The Fortune of White Snake
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Reader! Clopeh au: continue of Let's Start! Wait—Wrong person!
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You are now ten years old.
For all you have been almost completely adapted to lived in this world— well...almost.
For all the things you learns and work hard to keep the Sekka household safe, You kept the Sekka household stable and respectable, You acted like a proper noble heir(when needed).
there is one thing that keep you caught guard.
" Holy shit Clopeh, you lucky crazy b*stard to have this out the world look" You mumbled.
Right now in your room looking at the mirror, admire this body that you have been reincarnated to.
It’s been ten whole years since you were catapulted into a newborn body and forcefully assigned the role of “Future Clopeh Sekka, Founder of Caelism, Problematic Fanatic #1.”
You are more taller than average ten year old boy and can be mistaken for thirteen year old, but then again you trained in swordsmanship and have a damn good genes from you parents.
Green eyes bright like polished emeralds, White eyelashes that made you look ethereal. And your hair—beautiful white, soft as silk, brushing your shoulders in gentle waves.
You leaned in closer.
“Why do you look like a walking angel statue from a museum?” you whispered, half disgusted, half impressed.
Clopeh body, his face.
Now your face.
You even use this look and child age to get out of the mess and even winning everyone in Sekka household, so eventhough you acted like scroundel or pulling out shenanigans they turned blind eye and support you.
Though some of them genuine really like and loyal to you, to the extent even helpeing with your scheme behind your father and important figure back.
"Then again this world filled with gorgeous people" You continue to talk to your self.
You remember so clearly that a lot if not most of the characters in the TCF is beautiful as hell, whether they are male or female. even you still can fall in love with background characters like.
Hell! even the villains here are all handsome too: white star, Venion (ew~), Adin (double ew!), and Neo.
The think why everyone in fandom call them ugly and disgusting is because how they acts and characterization, and to be honest? You can't blame them either.
But this isn’t the only thing you’ve found out.
You discovered that Clopeh is talented in almost everything—like the perfect heir he’s supposed to be. And one of those things?
Art.
Any kind of art.
Music, dancing, sculpture, writing, drawing—name it, and he’s good at it. Disturbingly good.
You still don’t know whether this is some weird power Clopeh mentioned before you took over his body, or if he was simply born stupidly gifted to begin with.
…Is that why the Caelism temple got built in the blink of an eye in the original story?
Because Clopeh just rolled up his sleeves and did half the work himself?
Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised.
But that aside… this is the most delightful part in your opinion.
Why?
Because previously—back in your old world—you absolutely sucked at anything art-related. Or if you can do art it's not hardcore one like this And now?
Now you’re a max-level prodigy.
Which means you can draw everyone. Every character in this world. Every handsome bastard who walks past your field of vision.
And your side mission in this world, aside from protecting Cale?
Draw them. Get their autographs. Collect every handsome man like limited-edition merch.
Yes, every single characters.
even the side characters. Even the nameless background extras. No one is escaping your sketchbook.
That aside, you are now need an excuse to go outside, Rock Sekka is a rational good father maybe a bit protective. Which is fair with what happened to your mother, but you can't keep cope in this house or Duke Sekka territory.
You need to go out! You need to explore this world so you can do the mission and planning for the future.
"Now then, what shall I do..... " You talk to yourself again.
Until and idea bulbs your head
You grin devilishly at the mirror, a smile so unholy that the maid who just stepped into your room immediately freezes… then quietly backs out like she’s escaping from a demon summoning ritual.
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BAM!
“PAPA!”
Rock Sekka quietly exhales, already bracing himself. He puts down his paperwork with the tired resignation of a man who knows his wild child is about to age him twenty more years.
You sprint across the room and throw yourself into his lap with absolutely zero shame. Because you know your father well enough—Rock Sekka would do anything for you.
And true to expectations, he immediately catches you, one hand on your back to keep you from falling, the other already prepared to negotiate for his sanity survival.
Rock hand rests steadily on your back as he waits.
“Clopeh,” he says quietly, “tell me what it is you want.”
You lift your head, expression solemn in a way no child should wear so naturally.
“Papa,” you begin, voice steady, “other than inheriting the dukedom… I want to become a legend.”
Rock entire body tenses.
That word—legend—is heavy. Dangerous. It was the dream of the first Sekka ancestor, the dream that eventually drove him mad.
And now here it was again, spoken by his ten-year-old child with such clear, bright determination.
Rock slowly lowers his gaze to your face. Your green eyes shine with hope, burning with ambition so intense it almost hurts to look at. How is he supposed to deny that?
“…A legend, huh?” he murmurs.
You nod firmly. “Yes. Not just a duke. I want to be someone remembered. Someone great.”
Rock lets out a long breath, somewhere between resignation and pride “…Alright.”
“…If that is your wish,” he murmurs, “I will not deny it.”
The relief and joy that burst through you is immediate. You practically throw your arms around him, pressing a grateful kiss to his cheek.
Rock exhales, almost startled, his mouth twitching faintly—somewhere between fondness and exhaustion.
Before he can recover, you continue, voice bright but earnest.
“Papa… to become a legend, I need to see the world. To grow stronger. I want to go—outside. Beyond our territory. To the Forest of Darkness. In the Count Henituse lands!”
Rock expression darkens at the mention of those names.
“Clopeh,” he warns, low and firm, “those places are dangerous. The Forest of Darkness is not a playground. And traveling across continents—especially now—is not something I can allow lightly. You’re ten.”
“I know,” you answer quietly. “But staying sheltered will not change anything. I want to see the world with my own eyes. I want to understand it. Survive it. If I stay here forever… I won’t become anything more than a paper heir.”
you make sure to use your pretty baby face and look sad.
Rock stiffens.
Your words hit deeper than you intended.
He thinks of your mother—how she was swallowed by this world cruelty. He thinks of the expectations you carry, of the danger that hums beneath your bloodline. He thinks of the strength in your small shoulders and the determination that doesn’t belong to a child.
You are different.
You have always been different.
He then remember something else too and have some ideas for this, he actually wanted to wait until you grow a bit more but since you already bring up this request maybe is not bad to ask you this too. With how fast you grow up might as well do it now, so you will be more adapted.
“…I see,” he murmurs. “If this is what you truly want… then I will allow it.”
Your heart leaps.
“But,” Rock continues, raising one firm hand, “only under strict conditions.”
You nod immediately. “I accept!”
With the agreement done you laid your body and head completely on Rock chest, feeling the warm body as Rock start to stood up and walk to leave the room while carrying you. Knowing that you still wanted to spend time with him but not playing, that's mean spending time while walking somewhere preferably in nice scenery like garden.
'Dang, this chest is comfy and Rock is a hot father! Looks like Deruth and Ron is not the only hot old man or dilf. ' you think.
letting yourself being comfy on his embrace.
The father and son duo now feeling peace and spending time as much as they can, knowing they would have little time together in the future.
