I Don't Really Want To Transmigrate

Chapter 1: Second Chance

Surrounded by the darkness of the night, the city is brightly lit by the clashing hues of light, providing lights to illuminate the way for the citizens within.

Snowflakes slowly make their way from the overcast sky above as they’ve eventually settled down. The crowd was bustling, which gives off a cheery and lively atmosphere, fitting of that before Christmas Eve.

Christmas is a holiday where one gets together with family, friends, or lovers. A special day that happens once every year.

Currently, it is rush hour, where workers could clock out and hurry about to get home or meet up with their loved ones.

Those who don’t have anyone at home who’d wait for them still couldn’t help but get lost in the atmosphere.

A slender man is the same as those workers, as he hurriedly made his way home. He is wearing an oversized navy blue duffle coat to protect himself from the cold, as well as a white mask that couldn’t really conceal his sharp nose, and a black cap that completely covers his eyes.

But even so, one could tell that he is extremely good-looking; passersby couldn’t resist giving him a few glances.

The man didn’t seem to be concerned, as if he were used to such attention; instead, he’s only eager to get home swiftly and end the day.

It was rare for him to get to leave work so early after all.
Snow continues to fall endlessly as it quickly covers the ground and crunches under people’s feet.

The man is standing on a sidewalk as he waits for the pedestrian signals to turn green. He has his hand up to his chest as he checks the time on his watch and calculates the time he will arrive home.

A snowflake landed softly on the man’s hand and quickly melted; one wouldn’t be able to distinguish the difference between that snowflake and his fair white skin.

Soon enough, the light turned green, and pedestrians promptly crossed the road. Lost in his thoughts, the man was the last person to cross.

Who could’ve thought a drunk truck driver would come racing at full speed down the road?

SCREEEEECH― BANG!!

There was a loud screech of the brake as it was abruptly applied; unfortunately, it was too late, and a booming noise followed.

Whispers started small but eventually grew as more people gathered due to curiosity. The truck had crashed into a light pole on the walkway; the front of the car was an absolute mess. The front windshield was shattered, and petrol was leaking out from below.

The man lays In a pool of his own blood in the middle of the road. Somehow, he felt it was fortunate that the road was free of cars; otherwise, he wasn’t sure whether his body would retain its original shape.

There were flashes in his blurry vision; he guessed that most people here probably have their phones in hand, recording his miserable appearance. He wondered if this gruesome scene was amusing for these people, but he felt too light-headed and couldn’t seriously ponder over it.

The loud whispers of the onlookers sounded distant in his ears; his vision was slowly darkening. He senses that his right arm is twisting at an awkward angle and wants to adjust, but it can’t be helped since he feels numb all over and can’t move at all.

He discovered that breathing became more difficult, as though something were blocking his lungs.

His eyelids felt heavy, and the next thing he knew, everything was engulfed in darkness.

I guess my ending has finally come.

The man peacefully accepted this darkness, thinking that his one day off suddenly became eternal. He couldn’t help but want to laugh, but regretfully, he couldn’t.