"Huh?!"
"This fucking phone is also going to reach its end."
"I can't read anymore with this broken display."
In a dimly lit room filled with new furniture, near the window, a man with white hair looks at his mobile phone, lamenting about his life. He is already over 60 years old. Judging by his appearance, people can guess that he wasn't very good-looking when he was young—just average.
But in his dark and dull eyes, you can see what type of person he is. Those eyes look like they have already seen what this world has to offer him.
The truth is, he hasn't.
After all, who can say that they know everything?
But those life experiences are enough for him to understand people's hearts—what is good and what is evil.
And deep in those eyes, you can see ruthlessness and powerlessness.
He is a ruthless man because the world made him that way. He is powerless because he hates his past self and can't do anything to change it or go back in time. When he was young, he was the so-called good person that everyone praised with their words.
But words are just words, after all.
Because of his naivety, he lost many things that were important to him. And by the time he became the ruthless person he is now, he was already old.
So here he is. To live a comfortable life in his last days, he even bought a brand-new house and furniture with all his money last year and spent his last bit of money on good food throughout this whole year.
You may ask why he did this foolish thing.
It's because he only planned to live a blissful year and then commit suicide.
Yes, suicide.
"Hehe."
"With this old body, I can't live to my heart's content anymore."
"When I had the heart to break out of my shell, I didn't have the power to do it."
Sigh
"After all, having the heart is not enough... power is also needed. How laughable. Hahaha."
"In the end, I am also a loser."
"I wish I could also travel to that world like Tang San; after all, that world may give me the excitement and the life I need."
The old man sighed, expectation and childlike longing hidden in those pool-like eyes.
After watching the setting sun for a while through the window, he walked to the table in his room and took the gun that he had already placed there.
"I have already read as many Soul Land novels as my old brain can store, and I have watched the anime 5-6 times fully."
"After my death, there is a 50% possibility that my soul will dissipate, and I will truly meet the so-called death."
"And there is also a 50% chance that I will be reborn with my memories in the Douluo Continent."
Even though he was old, he was a believer in rebirth, time travel, and so on.
That's why those fifty-fifty odds.
He is not a fool; he knows there are also possibilities such as soul modification (being reborn as any being without memories), but that wouldn't be him. After all, we can't be ourselves without our memories. And he also knows he may never be able to be reborn in Douluo Dalu (rebirth on any other planet).
Even though he knows this, he's not going to assign any success percentage to those possibilities. He plans to be utterly stubborn in his last moments and only believe what he wants to believe.
"Since I have never used my luck throughout my whole life, I am going to use it now... if I have any."
"GOODBYE, DEAR WORLD."
He is still calm as ever, and his eyes are glowing with excitement to know his end. As he points the gun at his temple and pulls the trigger...
Bang
Everything goes dark.
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(Author Note: Readers will learn about his character in the following chapters, so chill out.)
(AN: Our MC is now a demon in its infancy.)