Chapter 5: Smiling Through the Pain.
I’m fucked either way.
That realization settled in my gut like a cold stone.
Still... I couldn’t help but laugh.
"Ha ha ha." I curled my lips into a grin. "The world really is interesting."
Not in a good way. But I’ve never been one to take it easy anyway. Sure, I might’ve had a minor breakdown earlier—you know, the usual transmigrator panic.
Oh no! I reincarnated as the worst character! What should I do?
Yeah. That was me.
But screw it.
I’m not going to sit around while some Duke or an intergalactic alien viper decides to off me.
If I’m going to die, I’ll at least die doing something—anything—rather than rotting like discarded trash.
And yeah.
Before I go out, I need to punch that bastard Noah. That guy built this world. He created this hellhole.