"I curse this damned fate."
Under the dim light, the handsome young man shook his snow-white hair, a peculiar, dry smile twitching at the corner of his lips.
"No, buddy… this really isn't right, is it?"
Herbert had Reincarnated, and not long ago, his memories of his past life had awakened.
As a fresh graduate who had only worked for two years, Herbert in his previous life hadn't even had the chance to have his remaining value squeezed dry by capitalists before he was crushed into a paper-thin figure by a hundred-ton heavy truck loaded with steel coils.
Don't ask.
If you ask, it's 'the truck driver's life is tough.jpg'
If you ask, it's 'we are all living with all our might.mp3'
But Herbert was not cursing the tragic fate of his previous life at this moment.
Anyway, in his previous life, he was a lonely man; on holidays, if he wanted to visit graves, he could only kowtow at the Martyrs' Cemetery, having no lingering attachments.
