Chapter 6: Getting My Ass Beaten By Father
I’m halfway there, now I truly see things working out in life. Honestly, it feels strange acting in Darius’s body, or is it correct to call it "my body"? Classic reincarnation dilemma.
Anyway, it’s weird. A moment ago, I was going home and...
Ah, now it hits me.
I probably died in that accident; there’s no way I could survived, and this isn’t some kind of coma hallucination. While I’m here, messing around and doing whatever I feel like, they’re still grinding away on the other side.
How should I feel...?
. . .
Better not to think about it.
Let’s just wait until tomorrow, a simple thing for many people. The instant I stepped out of the Café, a carriage passed by in the middle of the street and almost crushed my dear little feet.
Sometimes, fate plays tricks on you in a way that makes you question if the universe is plotting against your progress, just like this moment.
The black crescent-shaped crest passes before my eyes, highlighting the carriage’s luxurious design as if to say "Look at me" for half the world to hear.
I should have been faster, now I’m really screwed...
The door doesn’t even open, instead it’s propelled over my head with an explosive bang. He’s pissed, and not just a little!