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Cale was relaxing in his rocking chair, listening to the birds chirping outside the window, on a beautiful and sunny afternoon. He clutched a small piece of grape in his fingers as he relished the pleasant air that was blowing through the room.

"Human, we found something in the library!"

Cale cocked his head slightly in response to the loud noise, wincing as he did so from the stiffness in his shoulders.

“What book is it?”

For the past several days, his children have spent much too much time in the library looking for books that will entertain them, particularly night time stories for children, so that he can read the books to them. 

“It looked fancy so we get it nya!”

Raising his brow, he made the effort to raise his hand to motion to his children to come closer so that he could check the book.

“It suddenly fell down the floor so we noticed it!” Raon said in an excited voice.

"Hm..." He hummed faintly in acknowledgment as the black dragon handed him the book.

It certainly is a fancy book, similar to the princess storybooks he once saw in the library near their workplace back in his world. The difference was that the book appeared to be ancient; it was neither dusty nor wrinkled as if it had been well-cared for.

Yet, the last time he went to the library, he had never seen a book like this. Perhaps he just didn't notice it?

“Human, can you read it to us?” Raon requested in a pleading voice.

“Please?” Hong hopped up on his lap and gave him the trademark puppy eyes Choi Han had taught them.

“Pleaaase?” On followed her brother, doing the same.

 “Of course,” Cale offered a slight nod and smile. He doesn't have anything else to do. Since defeating the White Star, all they've done is slack off, loot someone, and tend to their farm. And every now and then, he'll have a family dinner with his allies.

When he pushed his palm on top of the ancient-looking book, it trembled under his hold, causing him to frown —was it just me? Cale murmured to himself.

The trembling went wild as soon as he opened the book, and a dazzling glow emerged from it.

“Human! I think there’s something wrong with the book!” Raon yelled and went closer to Cale to cover him.

Cale's frown deepened, his gaze firmly fixed on the pages, which were now flipping themselves at a rapid pace.

“I knew it, fucking ancient books.” He muttered lowly, scowling.  

As a cacophony of shouting voices neared him from outside the bedroom, the light skyrocketed through the ceiling, demolishing it in the process.

“Young master!”

“Cale-nim!”

“You unlucky bastard, what did you do again?”

“Human, move out—!”

The echoes of cries and screaming voices rang across their surroundings as the sound of the wyverns screeching violently reverberated.

“Wha… how did I get here?” Rosalyn blinked as she glanced up at the wyverns flying in the sky approaching them at an average speed. She was just chilling in her tower awhile ago.

"A light shot through the sky in Young Master's bedroom, and now we're here," Ron explained as he looked worriedly at his son, who had regressed to his original height when he was just ten years old.

“H-human, you’re small!” Raon exclaimed, his face flushed.

“And cute nya!” On cooed, prodding the plump hands of the little redhead.

Eruhaben and the ones that didn't turn into children, including Ron, Deruth, Violan, and, strangely, a Sheritt who isn't sealed, nodded in accord to the cat's remark.

“Small….?” Cale scowled as he looked down to discover his once-large hands had shrunk to the size of a child's.

“Haaa… you unlucky bastard, you opened a divine item didn’t you?” Eruhaben palmed himself in the face in frustration.

"I'm not dead this time; it appears that my body has traveled back in time," Sheritt hummed, taking in her surroundings and her current strength.

"It appears that we have been transported to another dimension." —and in the Birth of a Hero. Cale sighed heavily and spoke.

"That's not even the worst part," Eruhaben added, jabbing a finger over his shoulder to gesture to his companions, who had all turned into children.

Cale's mouth fell open as he gazed behind the golden dragon. Even them...?

He can see Toonka, Litana, Witira, Archie, and almost all of his allies that participated in the war.

Worse of all, they all turned into their bodies when they were five years old, but their strength is still the same. 

Can they all fit in the Super Rock Villa?

“Young Master-nim,” Witira greeted him and the others followed.

“My friend! You look very adorable!” Toonka said and laughed afterwards, his voice still harsh even in his kid body.

“Dongsaeng… what did you do again?” Alberu who is now five years old, spoke in a stressful tone.

“This is a miracle created by our God Cale-nim!” Clopeh knelt down and clasped his hands together to make a prayer.

“Wait… why am I alive again?” The dragon half-blood gazed at his small hands before hastily grabbing his cheeks and rubbing them together to see whether he was still alive.

“I’m… I’m little again…” They all turned around to gaze at the young Mary with the twins alongside her when they heard a GPS voice speak to them.

"It's okay, we're small too," Hannah reassured the little girl.

Their bodies may have changed into those of a five-year-old, but their appearance has not changed; the effects of the dead mana remained on their skin.

Suddenly, a dark aura shot up into the sky, and an adult Choi Han can be seen fighting with the enemy.

"It appears that our counterparts have arrived," Cale said, staring at the grownup Choi Han with a blank expression, trying not to shudder internally. It wasn't any ordinary grownup Choi Han; it was the original protagonist from The Birth of a Hero.

"Human, our tiny Choi Han appears to be stronger than the adult Choi Han!"

Little Choi Han nodded in agreement.

"Let's concentrate on getting rid of those first, and then we'll talk about it afterwards," Cale said, his voice exhausted.

"Cale-nim, since I'm not your enemy anymore, may I be called Not-Enemy-Clopeh?" Clopeh asked as he saw his counterpart exchange blows with the black swordmaster.

"Then I'll be nicknamed Stronger Choi Han," Little Choi Han remarked, playing with the hilt of his enormous sword.

“Human, that sounds a good idea! I want to be called Stronger Raon Miru!”

“Let’s all add Stronger to our names!”

Cale sighed as he reflected on his life choices. He should've thoroughly examined the ancient book or had the golden dragon examine it first to see if there was anything suspicious about it.

He reluctantly nodded in response to the black dragon's request.

"Then I'll call myself Better Ron Molan," the old guy remarked, a benign smile on his face as his gaze is drawn to his counterpart who isn't standing next to the redhead's counterpart. His responsibility is to ensure the safety of his young master, but he can see that the other Cale is separated from them.

"Can I be named Not-Enemy—" the dragon half-blood paused, remembering he had no name as of yet, and Sheritt noticed.

She had already forgiven him in the past, so he might be able to live peacefully this time. "Would you like a name after this?"

The dragon half-blood glanced up at her, his eyes filled with shame and guilt as he slowly nodded, "I would like to have one."

Sheritt gave a small smile and patted the child on the head.

Cale was unconcerned about his surroundings as he lifted his palm to activate his indestructible shield to keep the wyverns out. The sight of his chubby hands made him want to shout at the ancient book and tear it apart, but he decided to suppress his emotions.

The dragons behind him decided to do the same, and a chorus of voices saying 'what the fuck!' can be heard in the background.

Right now, almost all of them are five years old, but despite their age, they can still kick ass!

“Let’s deal with them first,” Cale spoke and the others understood what to do.

The soldiers choked on their spit as a swarm of children emerged on the scene, one of them even managed to hurl the wyvern to the ground and place it in a chokehold!

"Wait a minute, the wyverns can't get in! The sky is covered in a shield!" One of the soldiers yelled, and the citizens who had been shivering in fright began to calm down when they realized the wyverns couldn't get in.

Their gazes were drawn to the beautiful tiny child with red hair. His hands are radiating a silver light, just like the shield that was shielding them.

“We… we have been protected by a child!” one of the citizens gasped in shock.

“He looks like the trash young master’s little brother!”

Cale rolled his eyes, glancing at his hyung-nim, who appeared to be deep in contemplation.

"Hm... a Gatling gun should suffice," Stronger Alberu whispered to himself, oblivious to the fact that their counterparts are discreetly gawking at them behind them. He transformed his Taerang into a Gatling gun and started shooting the wyverns like a boss.

Heh, he will live up to his name as Stronger Alberu Crossman!

The wyverns in the sky started falling down one by one as they were hit with bullets.

The image of a five-year-old youngster wielding a large unknown weapon sent shivers down the citizens’ spines.

The Crown Prince, who was watching the current situation on a magic device in his office, looked at the screen with wide eyes. The child on the screen resembled him when he was still a child. Does he have another sibling he isn't aware of!? Furthermore, what is that child doing on such a dangerous battlefield!?

And why is he wielding a white spear!?

Curious, he decided to check it out for himself.

"Why are there children on the battlefield!?" Rosalyn shouted, her hands still in the air, attempting to inflict damage on the wyverns.

What the hell is going on? Did the king finally make the decision to send youngsters to the battlefield? They may be short on allies, but he can't just send children into war!

"Because we are strong," Stronger Rosalyn rolled her eyes and responded calmly as she used her mana to blast a large beam to one of the wyverns.

"Wait... who are you!? Why do you look so much like me...? " Rosalyn asked the little girl, to which she received the silent treatment.

The little girl is so skilled at utilizing mana that she begins to believe she is only dreaming. The child is more powerful than she is!

Meanwhile, Stronger Choi Han took control of several of the wyverns and launched them like a rocket towards Enemy Clopeh Sekka, who was riding a wyvern.

“What the… why the hell is a kid riding a wyvern!?” Enemy Clopeh Sekka exclaimed in surprise, staring at the tiny and stronger Choi Han who was manipulating the wyverns and causing them to clash with each other, sending them crashing into Enemy Clopeh Sekka.

“Hahaha! Cale-nim's name will be known all over the world!" Not Enemy Clopeh laughed and screamed hysterically as he jumped on his counterpart and punched him in the face, causing the Enemy Clopeh to come crashing down.

“Praise Cale-nim! Love Cale-nim! Have kids with Ca—” Not Enemy Clopeh suddenly stopped speaking when a fiery rose-gold thunderbolt suddenly struck him down.

“What the fuck… is the Roan Kingdom forcing children to go into battle!?” Enemy Clopeh shrieked as he fell to the ground. The adult and child black swordmasters glared down at him menacingly and ran towards him at an inhumane speed.

In the eyes of the enemies, specifically the bear tribe, a bunch of five-year-olds are approaching them at a fast pace. They almost laughed, thinking it was a joke. But when one of their members got punched, causing them to fly towards the ends of the world and who knows where, they gulped. 

Roan Kingdom’s secret ultimate weapon… a bunch of strong five-year-olds…?

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“What in the world…”

One of the citizens let out an audible gasp.

The Henituse family, together with the Crown Prince, who had just arrived on the scene, were taken aback by the sight of a swarm of five-year-old children chasing down the bear tribe with weapons that were larger and likely heavier than they were.

Gulp.

“Your highness… what… what’s happening?” As they started watching the children dominate the dangerous battle, Deruth asked the Crown Prince next to him.

Cale, who was standing next to his father, blinked countless times when he saw a miniature version of himself. Despite the fact that he was still a child, he guided the other children to war. He overhears the boy providing instructions to the other children, who all comply as if he were their leader. He also looked exactly like he did when he was a youngster, only the kid's hair was much longer than his. Did he just magically produce an offspring?

“I… I’m speechless…” Alberu was taken aback as he saw the young version of himself seated on the ground in the center of the battle, wielding a weapon that exceeded his own size. He was aiming it at the wyverns soaring in the sky.

Alberu overheard the blond youngster mutter something despite his calm and bored appearance.

“Hm… if I turn this into a Schwerer Gustav, will the kingdom collapse?” Stronger Alberu muttered to himself.

Stronger Cale's reddish-brown eyes were wide open as he quickly turned his head to stare at the other boy in shock and horror. “Hyung-nim… no—”

“Don’t worry about it, dongsaeng.” Stronger Alberu grinned cheerfully at the lovely little redhead as he shapeshifted his Taerang into Schwerer Gustav, a gigantic 80-meter railway cannon.

 Alberu let out a loud gasp as the blond kid's prior enormous weapon suddenly transformed into a weapon the size of a ship.

What… what in the world is that! Is this kid still even normal!?

When a gigantic unknown weapon appeared out of nowhere, the others who were battling the opponents on the side choked on their saliva. The scale was enormous, and the design appeared to be absolutely horrifying.

“W-who would’ve known that our Kingdom has strong individuals…” The citizens nervously gawked up at the weapon with their eyes wide open.

“Hyung-nim, don’t you dare blast it.” Stronger Cale had a blank expression on his face as he gazed at the other child, but his heart was pounding frantically just thinking of the weapon suddenly firing. They might as well perish right now!

“Fine,” Stronger Alberu sighed but made no move to shapeshift his Taerang. “But I can use it later in the sea, right?”

Stronger Cale stared at him with an odd expression but nodded nevertheless.

“…Fine.”

If only the opponents in the sea knew what was in store for them once they arrived in their territory.

The sound of the wyverns crashing to the ground and the cries of the bears, as well as the piercing harsh screams of a little blonde girl filled their ears.

“MURDER!!” Stronger Hannah screamed at the top of her lungs as she chased down the bastards with her large and long sword raised in the air.

“Murder!!!” The original children, which consisted of Stronger Raon, the two cats, and the wolf tribe children, followed Hannah by screaming as they climbed on one of the bear’s bodies and helped each other take the bastard down by wrapping their legs around the poor bear’s neck and strangling them to death.

They just can’t believe it…

A little kid screaming murder like a villain?

And… and is that an aura!? That little girl is a sword master!?

Are they supposed to feel good because they have a bunch of five-year-olds fighting in their side!?

“We might… we might be able to win the war!” One of the soldiers screamed, and the citizens erupted in applause, lifting their hands up in the air and cheering on the young children who were hurling the opponents around like garbage bags.

“Peace was never an option!” Stronger Maes shouted out loud and raised his fist in the air while the others followed.

“Yeah!” The children shouted.

“…Aahkk..! Y-You bastards.. That was supposed to be our line!” The bear, who had been trampled on by the youngsters, whimpered in anguish, and the kids gave him death stares.

“He’s still alive nya! Fuck him up!”

“Break his bones!”

“Let’s barbeque him!”

“No! Break his neck!”

“Let’s shave his hair nya!”

“F…Fuck! I don’t want to be here anymore! H..Help me! Help me, goddamnit!” The bear extended his arms to his tribe member who was being pummeled to the ground by Toonka.

The sound of bones breaking resonated throughout the area.

The sound of a pterodactyl scream came next, emanating from the bear.

Stronger Cale trembled inwardly as he stood there silently watching his children aggressively and mercilessly trampling on the member of the bear tribe.

Such… such vicious kids.

“Young Master Cale, I already helped the others evacuated!” Stronger Lock yelled something to the small redhead, who gave him a nod of approval.

At the very least, he still has someone in his team who is sane.

After that, Stronger Lock joined his siblings in shaving the bear's fur.

Stronger Cale was mistaken. He no longer has any rational members on his team.

“Bwahahah! This is fun!” Stronger Toonka laughed hysterically, grabbing one of the bear's legs and hurling him around the area at breakneck speed, eventually causing the bear to soar into the sky and potentially out of the world like fireworks.

“Ha! You cowards! You bitches are scared of mere five-year-olds?” Stronger Archie mockingly grinned at them and gave them the middle finger.

"It wasn't in the reports that this kingdom had a bunch of insane toddlers!"  One of the opponents screamed in unbearable pain, his bones broken by a fucking child in pink pajamas with a buzz-cut hairstyle. He had just taken a single hit and yet he felt as though his soul had decided to pack up and leave his body.

"Who told you to say something, huh?" The bear's head was whacked by the Stronger Rasheel, who was seated on the bear's shoulders, causing a tremendous and violent bang across the whole kingdom.

The body dropped dead.

Oh.

 Okay, whatever.

The bears who were witnessing it all soiled their pants and began to cautiously retreat away from the scene, attempting to blend into the background. Who cares if this doesn't work out? They still want to fucking live!

The other children in the area, on the other hand, were aware of their escape.

Indomitable Alliance my ass! These kids are more invincible than them!

"Capture and imprison them!" Stronger Witira screamed as Stronger Litana hunted down the other enemies on her panther, which was excessively huge for her petite stature.

The citizens who were observing them had ceased functioning at this point, and they were all passively watching with their mouths agape and jaws falling. Another kid ordering the other children to lock up the bad guys?

They assumed they would be the ones who were going to be taken as prisoners of war, but it turns out the enemies would be the ones to be taken as prisoners! Thank the Gods for sending them these overly strong kids!

"We're not going to be held captive by a bunch of toddlers!"

"You're not the one to make that decision," Stronger Mary murmured as the colossal bones of a dead dragon began to connect. Nobody knows where she got that, but that thing is fucking huge!

"They've got a dragon!"

“Ha! You should be more terrified of a living one," Eruhaben said, using his dragon fear to bind them to their places.

“These bastards… The Roan Kingdom has a dragon on their side!"

The citizens' attention was drawn to the blonde elf when the statement was made.

“We have a dragon on our side…?” one of them exclaimed, surprised.

Tasha, who had just arrived when his nephew called for her, silently gasped when the bones started connecting together, "Wait... is that Mary?"

Alberu, whose heart was beating faster at the sight of the dragon bones, shifted his gaze to his aunt to ask, "Mary?"

"She’s the only necromancer I know. But that kid controlling the bones looks like Mary when we first met her." Tasha explained.

"What the hell...? Why does the Roan Kingdom have a child necromancer!? This wasn’t in the reports!"

“Who cares! They have fucking dragons! A lot of dragons!”

The opponents are becoming increasingly agitated, yelling at each other; what they were expecting were a group of mages and a single swordmaster, but what the fuck is this kingdom!? They have monsters hidden in their sides!

“Fucking Paerun Kingdom! I thought there was only one swordmaster in this kingdom!? Why the hell are there so many!” Screamed the bear, who was getting chased around by the little and Stronger Hannah.

“MURDER!!!”

“Our attacks are useless! They are getting healed by someone!”

Stronger Saint Jack, Gashan, Cage, and Pendrick feigned ignorance by whistling on the side of the road.

“Get this crazy bitch off me!” Another screamed as the little blonde girl stabbed him in the back.

“Cale-nim! I’m waiting for your orders! I can kill him, torture him, I can also bear your childre—” Not Enemy Clopeh came to a halt once more when a large meteor slammed into him.

“Shut up! Cale-nim is only five!”

Stronger and little Cale started creating a massive boulder in the sky once more, threatening to drop it just above the head of Not Enemy Clopeh.

“You fucking basta—” Enemy Clopeh came to a halt in his speech as he watched the small child next to him, who has a striking resemblance to himself.

“Wait, who the hell are you?”

“I’m you, but stronger.”

Enemy Clopeh's brows twitched with irritation. Ha! The audacity of this kid!

“Don’t worry, we’re different in some aspects. Because my eyes have been cleansed just by seeing my God Cale-nim’s adorable and petite figu—!”

A massive meteor slammed against him once more.

Cale could only stand there in awe and disbelief as the miniature version of himself began to form larger meteors in the sky.

Lock jumped down beside Choi Han and whispered something in his ears in a shaky voice, "Hyung, my siblings and Pendrick... they... they're alive... I don't know how..."

Choi Han frowned in confusion. They already died, how is that possible? 

Meanwhile, on the other side, Stronger Beacrox dispatched an opponent who was about to slash Ron from behind.

“Beacrox…? What happened to you?" Ron frowned as he studied his son, who had shrunk in size.

"Father, what do you mean?" Beacrox emerged on the scene, a bloodied greatsword in his hand.

Ron cocked his head, his gaze falling on his adult son and the tiny form of Beacrox. He is positive that this is how his son looked as a child.

Stronger Beacrox responded to the elderly man, "It's not what you think," and then turned to face his own father, who had just arrived.

When the Better Ron Molan arrived on the scene, the other Ron noted that he looked just like him when he was still in his 30s.

It's wonderful and refreshing to see himself in his younger years again.

"We will explain later. It is much better if we move to the sea," Stronger Ron offered them his typical benign smile, his hands caressing his dagger as usual. His wrinkles are gone and his handsome face in his youth is on full display. 

Ron smiled back, nodding slightly in accord and reciprocating the smile with his own. He's suspicious, but that's something he can deal with later. "Ho, then let's get going."

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"Count Deruth!" The Henituse warriors, clad in their massive and heavy armor, hurried towards Deruth.

When Cale noticed this, he made a click sound with his tongue and gave the soldiers an irritated expression. He was so engrossed in witnessing the children literally smash the opponents' bones that he forgot there were still soldiers lingering around the area.

Well, it’s not like they’re needed anymore. He’s not being ungrateful, he’s just merely stating the fact because the children are pretty much clearing the area right now.

"We've already gotten to the other side, sir! We were successful in taking down two bears!” shouted one of the troops.

"Oh... I understand," Deruth mumbled softly, his gaze firmly fixed on the small children wreaking devastation and acting like bloodthirsty barbarians. Hell, his soldiers aren't even this ferocious!

Just what do these children’s parents feed them!?

“Count Deruth, you look pale. Is everything alright, sir?” one of the soldiers asked.

Cale rolled his eyes and gestured to the events that are happening only a few feet away.

A kid chasing the bears while screaming murder at the top of their lungs.

A group of children ganging up on a single bear and probably giving them PTSD by shaving off the bear’s fur.

Another kid was riding on a panther while holding a very long spear.

A kid wielding a whip and strangling one of the enemies who had just fallen off his wyvern, and so much mo—

HOLY HELL WHY ARE THERE A LOT OF FALLING METEORS IN THE SKY!?

WHAT ON HEAVENS IS THAT?!?!?

In the midst of the sound of bones breaking and youngsters shouting murder, as well as a madman repeating prayers about a certain redhead God, two children can be heard arguing in the center of the battlefield.

"Hyung-nim, don’t you dare blast it! I fucking swear!"

"You’re being unfair, dongsaeng. You’re literally making meteors!"

"Hyung-nim, you haven’t even tried firing that kind of weapon before." Stronger Cale looked at the weapon that had shapeshifted into a rocket launcher.

"Haha! Dongsaeng, don’t worry, it will be fine! Have some faith in my Taera—" Oh, shit.

A deafening thunderous roar erupted, followed by the deep rumble of a rocket launcher.

The bears glanced at the blond boy with terrified emotions on their faces before scurrying to a safe location.

“M-m-m-m-m-move! What kind of weapon does that kid keep on wielding!?”

 “Fucking Indomitable Alliance! I want to go home!”

“Forget being a part of this organization! I’m just going to be a monk and live in seclusion!”  

Even if they go berserk at this point, they'll only get smashed by a meteor, get slapped by the dragons, get chased around by the swordmasters, get blasted by that fucking blond kid, or worse, have their fur shaved off their body by a group of deranged toddlers.

Who said the Roan Kingdom was a weak kingdom? This kingdom is a real pain in the ass, totally horrendous! Fuck the higher-ups for forming an alliance with the Paerun Kingdom! Instead of them, they should have made the Roan Kingdom their allies!

They came to this kingdom hungry for blood, but who knew there were so many psychotic toddlers hiding in the shadows!?

"Bud, catch," Stronger Glenn said before launching a bear at the mercenary king.

Bud whirled around and raised his blade to skewer the bear.

The troops' jaws dropped, and they were silently crying on the inside. They were having difficulty fighting the two bears, and these children shouting in front of them managed to take the opponents down simply by turning them into barbeques!?

They fear that once this war ends, they will all lose their jobs because of these insanely strong five-year-old children.

The knights and soldiers slumped, lamenting their lack of power. They couldn't even take one down without resorting to the use of a catapult! And these children are pounding the bears with their brute strength!

"Even the mage brigade is far weaker than these kids at this stage." Alberu groaned as he observed the overpowered children dragging and tossing the bears around like toys.

"You're right, your highness, even the kid who looks like me is more proficient at manipulating mana..." Rosalyn grumbled in defeat as she saw the red beams being launched everywhere in the area, which were beginning to resemble fireworks.

She had already ceased fighting because it appeared that her assistance was no longer required.

It is just utter chaos.

While the meteors kept shooting and going, different auras from sword masters were spread all over the place. Even Alberu was unaware of their kingdom's number of swordmasters!

These children are prodigies!

"That little redhead looks like their commander; even at such a young age, he sounds like a genius with how he issues his instructions," Alberu said as he shifted his focus from the small redhead to the redhead beside him.

"Do you have a younger brother other than Basen, young master Cale?"

“No.” Cale replied flatly because he was too preoccupied with observing the little redhead like a proud parent.

“Still, he is their commander isn’t he?” Alberu murmured as he studied the redhead, rubbing his chin.

“Halt!” When the little redhead spoke, the children quickly came to a halt in their activities.

It appears that he is correct in his assumption that the small redhead is their leader.

One of the bears cried out, "We... we've lost so much..."

"Be quiet! Our God is imparting his wisdom of knowledge to us!" Not Enemy Clopeh screamed angrily.

“Fucking bear nya! Our dad is speaking!” Hong side-kicked the bear with his small leg.

“Our human is making a speech, don’t be noisy!” Raon used his magic to make the bear float in the air and blast it away from the scene, possibly to the location of the 300 ships.

Fearing that they might be the next to be booted, the citizens all ceased making noise. Because of a certain tiny redhead, the previous location, which was overflowing with screeches and yelling, eventually fell silent.

Their gazes were drawn to the young redhead, anticipating what he would say next.

Little Cale took baby steps towards Cale while the others cooed because he was so sweet and adorable; he appeared like he was waddling towards his father.

"Once you spot your counterpa— look-alikes, take them with you," Little Cale said, grabbing Cale's hands and turning his head towards his allies.

So that he can pass the responsibilities to them instead.

The kids gave adorable nods.

Cale furrowed an eyebrow as he delicately held the young redhead's tiny chubby hands.

"Before we proceed to the coasts, Dongsaeng, you should give a speech." Stronger Alberu remarked this as he wiped his rocket launcher with the bear's fur that had been strewn across the ground. He then stepped over to the side of the other Alberu and grabbed his pants.

‘Dongsaeng huh?’ Alberu thought to himself as he glanced down at the little blond.

Stronger Cale frowned for a little while as if pondering what kind of speech he would deliver.

"Some of us may not be able to return to our families starting from now," he said, taking a big breath.

"Even then, our companions' sacrifice will not be meaningless," Cale said as he coughed awkwardly.

The citizens stared at the small redhead who was giving a speech as if he were about to go on another world war and speaking his final words.

They're at a loss for words... a five-year-old child speaking as if he were one of those veteran soldiers prepared to deploy to war?

Choi Han and Lock are torn between laughing and crying as they stand on the side of the road with a battered Enemy Clopeh on the ground, listening to the tiny redhead's speech.

Despite the fact that no one was wounded on their side, the child expressed concern that they might not be able to return to their homes after this war.

“What sacrifice!? No one died in your group!”

“That should be our line, goddamnit! Almost all of us will definitely not be able to go back to our families!”

The other kids grabbed a tissue from nowhere and sniffled and nodded as if they agreed with their commander's wise words.

‘Hmmm… what should I say next?’ Stronger Cale crossed his arms, frowning.

“Nevermind,” he said, pointing in the direction of their next destination. “March forward to the coast!”

“March forward!” Stronger Alberu yelled, shapeshifting his Taerang back to his Schwerer Gustav, a massive 80-meter railway gun capable of destroying half of the country.

Stronger Witira and Litana began fastening handcuffs on the bears' wrists and dragging them towards the coast as prisoners of war.

All of the people watching the children watched with their eyes wide open. Everything really still feels like a dream.

“They… they are kidding right?” Alberu mumbled, his brows twitching in utter confusion as he watched the crusade of children moving towards who knows where.

"Fortunately, your highness, they aren't," Rosalyn said as she was being dragged by the miniature version of herself.

Even though they know that the children are on their side, the sight of the dragon bones in the sky, as well as the massive cannon the size of a ship, terrifies them.

This war has to be the most destructive and brutal in history. And the story of how a group of five-year-old insane children overpowered the Indomitable Alliance and dragged them around like dolls will go down in history.

The prisoners of war simply screamed out in silence, praying that their companions will withdraw and never attempt to enter this terrifying kingdom.

They all stood there watching as a cult of five-year-old children shouted bloody murder while marching in a single line, their enormous weapons raised in the air.

“The sight used to be scary before nya,” On spoke as she watched the approaching 300 ships of the enemies.

“Hyung-nim, are you sure you know how to use this?” Stronger Cale glanced up at the gigantic cannon.

“Well, it’s my first time but we’ll find it out.” Stronger Alberu hummed.

“Retreat! Don’t come here! You will di—!” One of the bears shouted.

“Stop screaming, you motherfucker!” Stronger Archie began wrestling with the bear.

The Stronger Molan and Stronger Choi Han, along with their counterparts, had already sunk some enemy ships, with Stronger Rosalyn blasting the opponents from left to right while standing on the plank of one of the Ubarr's ships.

Across the sea, a chorus of "what the fucks" and terrified screams can be heard.

The individuals who had come behind them were both excited and terrified about what was about to happen.

Denial is the first stage, followed by acceptance. They don't know what more to say at this point, so they've decided to join the five-year-old cult. Even the crown prince and the others were taken aback by what was happening and just stared in awe.

“Wait, why does it smell like meat?” Stronger Cale frowned and inhaled the air, his ears filling with the crackling sound of flames.

“The fragrant smell of war…”

What?

Stronger Hannah is shown roasting a wyvern that has been impaled with a cocktail fork with the original kids. It also looks like they turned the half-blood dragon into a walking campfire because of the flames in his palm.

Is that a red bandana they're wearing on their heads? Why are their cheeks covered with bloody face paint!?

They devoured the meat with ferocity as if they hadn't eaten in days. They seemed like troops in the midst of a continuous battle who are enjoying their meals after a combat.

“This is the taste of their suffering nya!”

“MURDER!!!”

“Human, this tastes bland!”

No, don’t eat that!!!

You're not supposed to eat that!!!

“The taste of their painful screams!” Maes followed the screaming.

Cale sighed, his disbelief evident in his shaking head.

“This is the taste of victory nya!”

“BLOODY MURDER!!” The children screamed as one of the bears was dragged up the massive weapon and shoved inside the cannon, which was then fired at the opposing ships.

“No! Mercy! Please mercy!” The bear screamed in pure anguish as he was shoved inside the cannon.

The other handcuffed bears can only avert their gaze and whimper silently in response to the nightmarish scene.

The reverberation of a huge object hitting multiple planks of wood sounded powerful. At least ten ships were spotted sinking with large holes in them, likely as a result of the bear that had just been blasted.

“Do…dongsaeng… what have you been feeding these kids?” Stronger Alberu watched with his mouth wide open.

“What the hell! Why is the ship sinking!?” When their ship began to tilt, the enemy on board screamed.

He screamed aloud and stammered as he saw the enormous cannon aiming at them when he looked at the shoreline. A group of children is also lifting a cocktail fork containing skewered wyverns.

“Did they just lose to a weak kingdom!?” One of the mages exclaimed.

“What weak!? They fucking ripped my brothers to shreds as if they were string cheese!”

Unfortunately, the bear never got the chance to speak again when Stronger Rasheel smacked him in the head, causing him to faint.

“Mages, get ready! As long as we attack from this distance, we will be oka—!”

Eh? Is that a meteor in the sk—

Unfortunately, the mage too, never got the chance to speak again when a large meteor slammed into their ship.

“You know… I’ll never get used to that kid throwing meteors at someone when he finds them noisy,” Alberu spoke.

Cale nodded softly, agreeing that if he had that type of power, he'd use it on the nobility who kept babbling.

"Your highness, I believe your doppelganger is about to obliterate half of this world."

Although the children appear to be sweet and innocent, they are nothing more than devil spawn.

“They are lacking ships! They won’t be able to reach….”

Stronger Cale's fingertips started to shake as he saw his children, along with Stronger Hannah and the whale tribe from his gang, drag the shrieking Enemy Clopeh into the ocean and use him as a boat.

“….us..” The mage added with fear in their voice.

“Fight for our fallen comrades!” The children screamed and Enemy Clopeh can be heard making a faint gurgling sound.

Just why the hell is these kids acting like soldiers whose comrades died in battle when there’s clearly none!?

They gulped but tried to launch a beam towards the children using a floating person as a boat, but it was blocked thanks to Raon's protection.

Seeing this, the mage screamed in fear when he realized that the children were paddling towards their ship at a fast pace with the use of their roasted wyverns in their cocktail forks.

“RETREAT!!!”

“What do you mean by retreat? They’re just kids.”

Stronger Cale frowned and continued to create meteors just for fun. "Even from afar, they're very noisy."

"Dongsaeng, I've finally figured it out!" Stronger Alberu yelled with excitement, the massive cannon threatening to erupt behind him.

“Hyung-nim, wait—"

They would have perished as well if it hadn't been for the golden dragon's shields.

When the cannon exploded towards the ships, a deafeningly loud sound was heard, smoke covered the air, and the ships that had just been targeted vanished from the face of the earth. Even the water appeared to be evaporating.

“H-holy…” Exclaimed the mages, all of whom were staring at the other side in disbelief.

“What… the hell…” Alberu dropped the communication device he was holding.

"This... this is the power of these kids," Rosalyn said as she saw the sky turn scarlet red, with rose-gold lightning mixed in and a terrifying amount of meteors covering the sky.

“Cale-nim, this is the power of our lov—!” He was yet again struck by a lightning.

Ron, who was fighting the enemies on one of the ships, looked out at the sea at the tremendous devastation in front of him. They were lucky that they weren't the ones who were blasted away.

"What a dreadful destruction..."

Better Ron Molan landed next to him and pointed to the sky, which had recently turned red and was beginning to fill with meteors.

“What is this power…?” Beacrox was terrified as he gazed up at the sky.

“Our young master’s power,” Stronger Beacrox remarked as he wiped the blood from his sword.

Meanwhile, a mage from the Roan Kingdom rushed over to the crown prince.

"Your highness, a mysterious force has devastated half of the Paerun Kingdom!"

Stronger Cale's eyes widened as he stared at the tiny blond kid, who turned away embarrassed.

“Oops,” Stronger Alberu reacted.

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Not Enemy Clopeh gasped at the not so shocking news, well, they already expected the Paerun Kingdom to fall the moment that the little blond pulled out a fucking massive cannon out of nowhere.

“Well, isn’t this a good news?” Alberu spoke awkwardly as he noticed the gloomy atmosphere around him.

“I think… not, your highness. At least not for them,” Rosalyn replied as she drew her gaze to her miniature self who was finishing off the remaining enemies and going back to them together with their allies.

Raon and the other children who flew back to the shores while dragging a passed out Enemy Clopeh stayed next to the little redhead and circled around Not Enemy Clopeh as if sympathizing with him.

“Human, is he going to be homeless now?”

“We can let him live in our basement nya,” Hong spoke while poking the other man’s cheeks who was kneeling down in shock.

"I guess he’s an orphan now like the rest of us," On replied and paused before adding,

"Welcome to the orphan squad nya!"

They are all orphans? Alberu, Cale, Rosalyn, and the others that had just returned to the shores all thought the same.

This made Choi Han cast a gaze at the little black-haired man walking beside him, who was currently holding a big sword in his two hands.

"Do you need help carrying that?"

Little Choi Han shook his head side to side and said, "I’m strong."

Choi Han can agree with that after witnessing the young kid sweep the adversaries with his sword as if they were dirt, yet the small kid's voice is so gentle and cute that he wants to disagree with him.

"You can ask our dad to be your guardian too!" Hong intervened and Not Enemy Clopeh immediately began considering that option— no, what is there even to consider? Being the legend’s child is the highest honor he can attain!

"Human, he needs to pay for his meals just like the rest of us, right?"

Little Choi Han, Alberu, and the rest of their allies, whose parents were already gone, nodded in response to the children’s remarks.

This little kid… should I adopt him? Cale glanced down at the little redhead beside him with a stoic expression, his hand finding its way to the top of the child’s head.

The action caused little Cale to gaze up at the huge version of himself with the same expressionless face, and Cale's lips almost curled into a smile at how similar they looked. Those flushed baby plump cheeks made him want to coo and take the little child in his arms.

"My friend, you are so kind! You even created an orphanage!" Little Toonka exclaimed, and behind him was a pile of the bodies of the bears.

Excuse me? Little Cale frowned, shifting his gaze away from the other redhead and turning his focus back on the little blond who was attempting to disappear from his sight by hiding behind the big Alberu.

"Hm?" Alberu looked surprised as he watched the little version of himself use him as a shield against the other kid.

Little Alberu scratched his cheeks in embarrassment while trying to avoid Little Cale’s gaze, boring holes into his head.

"Don’t look at me like that, dongsaeng."

Little Cale only stared at him more intensely than before.

They’re brothers? Are they— are they the crown prince’s and the trashy young master’s love child!? The citizens all thought.

The people in the area watched with their mouths agape at their theory as the two kids stared at each other. No words were exchanged.

Alberu and Cale, who were in the middle of their miniature selves’ staring battle, were starting to get uncomfortable, at least not until Little Choi Han, accompanied by the adult Choi Han, decided to move next to them and speak to the little redhead.

"Should we look for our other family, Cale-nim?"

Is there a polygamous relationship between the crown prince, the trashy young master, and the crown prince's instructor? People gasped in massive shock at their new assumption, their gazes fixed on the three grownups standing just a few feet apart from their smaller selves.

"Cale-nim...?" Cale's brows wrinkled in confusion as his gaze moved down to the young child who resembled the man who had beaten him up previously.

They all turned to look at Little Choi Han, their eyes wide with surprise and their mouths agape, and even Better Ron Molan cursed at the back of his head. However, the other Molan duo noted the stiff grimace that flashed across his face for a split second.

Little Cale tensed up for a split second before looking up at the adult version of himself, both of his hands finding their way to the hem of Cale's clothes, tugging it to distract his attention.

Even if they tried to reason right now, there are a lot of sharp people in the area. By now, they’re probably already forming theories in their minds as to why a bunch of kids— and even adults— that look like them suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"I am—"

Little Cale's remarks were cut short as a soft glow, identical to the one that had previously erupted from the book, abruptly encircled the grounds they were standing on.

It certainly looks like a teleportation magic circle.

"Your name is?" Cale asked, but received no response from the young redhead.

"This has the same atmosphere as in the book," Stronger Eruhaben observed, his voice a little concerned.

"Goldie gramps is correct, human!"

"Tch, fucking ancient books."

Cale blinked and looked at the tiny redhead. "You shouldn't curse," he muttered, but Little Cale merely stared back at him with his famed blank face.

They're going to be teleported, and he still has the courage to say that?

"Uh... what's going on?" Rosalyn questioned the others, who had worn-out expressions on their faces.

"We’re about to get teleported— again." Little Rosalyn responded and sighed afterwards.

"What’s wrong with it?" Rosalyn frowned as she observed the little redhead and blond sitting and laying down on the ground as if they were too tired to deal with nonsense.

"It's blocking our way out," Alberu said, knocking on the invisible barrier that had trapped them, but the citizens who had been inside were being pushed out.

"Is this another attack?" Choi Han asked the little black-haired child, who ignored him and laid down beside the other two children on the ground and simply stared at the skies.

"You will see…" a tired voice coming from the little redhead responded to him.

The next thing they saw, the circle glowed brightly as their vision turned white.

And a voice similar to that annoying white bastard can be heard.

“What an odd person you are. It seems like time is warped for you.”

As they regained their visions, the white bastard can be seen standing in the middle of the city. Everything is destroyed and a lot of falling debris can be seen in the background.

Little Cale groaned and his family followed, palming themselves on the face.

In front of them is Choi Han battling the white bastard alone, and under the debris just a feet away from them— is another Cale Henituse in his forties.

And behind them are their other counterparts, whom they haven't met yet, and who were most likely dragged along with them in the previous world.

"Where is this?" Eruhaben asked, his attention falling on his lookalike, who appeared to be younger than him.

"Goldie gramps looks like he's dying!"

"What?" Eruhaben frowned at the black dragon.

"Paseton...?" Witira, who had been dragged along with them, whispered, her misery clear in her voice.

Little Witira took a step in front of her brother, eliciting a puzzled look from her counterpart.

Little Cale groaned again, and Cale couldn’t help but worry about the little child. The place they are in is very familiar, but it’s not the same as before. It wasn’t on the verge of destruction just like what they are seeing right now.

"Where— where are we?" Rosalyn blinked, and Lock went to stand beside the other children who looked like his dead siblings.

"Haaaaa— hyung-nim, you've got this." Little Cale cheered the little blond in a flat voice as he curled up on the side, finding a comfortable position to sleep in.

Alberu is fully blown confused at what’s happening. Earlier, they were on the shores, and right now, they are in a place where the Puzzle City is about to collapse anytime soon.

Is this an illusion?

"If I shoot him with a gun, he will die and reincarnate again." Little Alberu spoke, and adult Alberu heard this.

"From the sound of that, it looks like you know that man."

Little Alberu nodded at his counterpart.

"But he has his annoying dead mana, hyung-nim. You’re the only one here who can touch it."

Little Alberu frowned as he observed their surroundings, finding no dark elf around. How strange, where are they?

"If only there’s a shield to deflect dead mana so we can get closer…"

Well, we have lots of that— but—

Little Cale perked up at the comment and sat up from the ground, which drew Cale and the others' attention to him.

"Hyung-nim…."

"What?" Little Alberu raised a brow, a little chilled at the stare that was directed at him.

"I'm sorry," Little Cale apologized, which perplexed the young blond. He motioned with his hand for the children to join him in the scheme.

And, strangely, they seem to know exactly what to do, as if they were trained warriors of the tiny redhead— which is correct.

Little Alberu gasped in surprise as small hands seized his limbs and turned him towards the white bastard.

"You— are you going to turn me into a dead mana shield!?"

Alberu’s eyes widened. Is he a dark elf too?

"It will be fine, hyung-nim," Little Cale murmured, his face bland and his voice bored. "From now on, you will be remembered as the crown prince who heroically fought on the front lines."

"Well, that's because you're transforming me into a human shield!" Little Alberu thrashed frantically, but the children's grips were too strong for him.

Cale raised his hands once more and shook his head. His family, who had gathered around him, became immediately alert, and they were all ready to go back to fight once again.

Their counterparts remained motionless, waiting to see what the overpowering children would do.

And again, they might have the body of a five-year-old. But despite their age, they still can kick ass! — especially if it’s the white bastard!

Cale, who was in his forties and was sheltering beneath the debris, blinked in astonishment as a horrifying swarm of children raced towards the man who had destroyed their kingdom.

In front of the fast-running children was a tiny blond kid screaming at the top of his lungs as the dead mana splashed into his face.

"Dongsaeng, you traito—! bleurgh—"

He also noticed how the little redhead smiled pleasantly when the little blond's face got covered in black substances.

But what shocked him more was the huge dragons floating in the air with the little redhead and how the man named White Star looked horrified at the large meteor dropping just above his head at a fast pace.