TRANSMIGRATION; HE'S A DEMON?

CHAPTER 63

Shang woke up the next morning and went to the kitchen prepare breakfast. He prepared everything perfectly like the expert he was and placed them all at the dining. He was certain he would be questioned by Jasmine, so to avoid that, he ate only and headed out. One thing that was certain was, he wasn’t aware of why he was feeling this way. Though, he was certain and aware of how pathetic his life is, he didn’t expect for it to intensify to this state. It had been a long time since he felt this kind of pain, heaviness in him. The previous day one wasn’t this way, now at this moment, all he wishes to do was place a knife beneath his neck and then slit his throat. But who was he to kill himself. Who gave him the effrontery to do so. He could only die if ever he was killed. Punishment of the highest order was something impossible to avoid as it will keep lingering all around you until if ever your death arrives.

He left the home and walked aimlessly. He was not in his right sense of mind a