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2024-10-29 19:42:56I tried my best.
I really tried my best.
But how many can kill their own parents without any past records of abuse or harassment?
Well, even those people don't. So how could I?
I really wanted to be an orphan though.
Their life experience is so rich. They are underestimated and then they shine.
Ai, why did God give me filthy rich parents?
Am I supposed to be a side character now?
Do I keep waiting for a ray of hope, my golden cheat to sparkle someday just as I wake up?
I peek at the beautiful naked lady sleeping beside me, my wife.
She didn't even know me, why didn't she break our engagement off? What a gold-digger! Even loving me so much without any deceitful schemes, how boring!
How absolutely boring!!
Should I try being a villain? I remember fainting after killing a cockroach once ahem, I mean I was told I had fainted in the hospital.
I keep thinking of this as I'm drinking vodka on the sidewalk.
Why? you ask
Well, my parents are just that influential around here. How annoying.
Hmm, what's that?
A truck is coming at full momentum and a blind old lady is crossing the road. What a dumb bitch, heh, why walk outside like this when you can't even cross the road?
Wait!!
Isn't this my chance?
I look to the right, the truck is about to hit her.
This is my chance to... TRANSMIGRATE!!
TRUCK-KUNN~~ HERE I come!!
I run towards the road just as the dumb hag was about to get hit, bypassing the 'shocked' bystanders, and my guards.
I shove her with force.
"WAAAA"
She's letting out such a stupid cry, no wonder she's like this.
Yup, I did the 'righteous' thing. Now, my time to shine has come.
Gods have mercy upon my poor soul.
I wonder whose body I'll possess.
Will it be a trashy young master? Will I be an underestimated orphan? or will I be someone whose mother got 'kidnapped' by their family because they chose a hobo for a husband. Ah, I don't care.
I'm off to a better world, yayy.
Eh, did I shove this hag in the wrong direction?
I look at the grim visage of truck-kun transmigrating that stupid hag before me, her brain a mush.
Oh well... oopsie?
I open my arms as truck-kun embraces me.
OOF
It's dark, I can't feel my body. My thought process is slowing down.
What's happening?
Am I... dying?
But... Why!!!
It wasn't supposed to be like this...
Author's note:
The good guy is dead, the bad guy is dead, the old hag is also dead, happy ending.
Don't try transmigration guys! It's a damned scam - the dead guy
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