The Son-In-Law of the Sword Saint

That day was unusually lucky.

As soon as I left the house, three black cats passed by in front of me, and a truck stopped right in front of me even though the pedestrian light was red.

Ominous signs kept appearing, it was truly a lucky day.

And at the peak of that ominousness, disaster struck.

“Huh? Damn it.”

Descending the stairs to the underground.

Of course, that’s where I accidentally slipped and fell.

My ankle twisted, and I tumbled down the stairs.

Rolling down, bumping into things, I arrived much faster than if I had just walked down normally.

“Ah… it hurts.”

Did I hit my head hard while rolling?

Outside my field of vision, red blood gradually spread.

I was conscious, but unable to speak.

“Am I going to die?”

There was no one around.

No one to call 911 for me.

That was as good as a death sentence.

The short curse I spat out while stumbling might as well have been my last words.

I felt my strength draining, my whole body aching.

My consciousness was fading.

“Is this how my life ends?”

I had finished my military service, graduated from college.

Now it was time to start working.

And this tragedy happened on my way to a job interview.

“I haven’t achieved anything yet…”

To die like this.

I wanted to cry like a child.

But now, my body wouldn’t even listen to me enough to cry.

As a little more time passed, my consciousness was sucked into the distant darkness.

And….