Rex had completed his work for the day and was about to leave the office when he was called into his boss's cabin.
Staring at him was Lisa Rox—a woman who had clearly reached her position thanks to her family's influence. A typical nepo kid. She was younger than him and didn't even know how to use Excel properly. Recently, all of her Excel work had been dumped on him, which is why he'd been staying in the office late into the night.
He had even tried to report it, but received no response.
"Hey, input this data before you leave," Lisa said, her fingers busy tapping away on her smartphone.
"But—" Rex's forehead creased as he was about to speak, but Lisa raised a finger to silence him.
"I'm busy," Lisa said, making a dismissive shooing gesture with her hand.
'She's clearly just wasting time. What a bitch,' Rex thought as he walked out of her cabin with the pen drive in hand. He really wanted to quit his job, but nowadays getting a new one had become increasingly difficult, and inflation was rising continuously.
After finishing the work, he noticed that everyone else had already gone home. Looking at the clock, he saw it was 1 a.m. He packed his things and began the long walk to his apartment, which was an hour away on foot. At this time of night, there were no buses or ride-share cars available. His company was located in a remote area, far from the city, so walking was his only option.
'Well, I've already done it three times. At least it helps maintain my body,' he thought, trying to stay positive as he glanced down at his growing belly—evidence of his unhealthy routine.
"Sigh…" Rex muttered, and began his walk home.
On his way home, Rex enjoyed the cool night breeze under the full moon. The road was bathed in soft moonlight, relaxing his muscles as he took deep breaths of the fresh air. He was counting his steps, letting his mind drift.
'At least the air is fresh here. That's the only plus point of this black company,' Rex thought.
After 40 minutes, he was drenched in sweat, and his legs were sore. Bright headlights shone on him as he reached the main road. Trucks and big four-wheelers, still active at this hour, rumbled past while Rex kept to the sidewalk. He had finally reached the city limits, nearing his apartment.
Up ahead, some stray dogs were lounging at the side of the street. The moment they saw him, their tails started wagging—and then they began running straight toward him.
Rex's eyes widened. Without a second thought, he turned and bolted in the opposite direction.
You might think they were just happy dogs wanting to be petted or looking for food. But don't be fooled—these mutts were professionals when it came to biting the butts of unsuspecting victims. And as a former victim, there was no way Rex was falling for their act twice!
"Shit! I shouldn't have taken this route!" Rex cursed, forcing his sore legs to sprint.
As if understanding, the dogs barked and gave chase.
"Bark! Bark!"
Fueled by a surge of adrenaline, Rex managed to gain some distance. He was running at full speed when his right foot suddenly slipped on something.
With all that momentum, his head slammed hard onto the pavement.
Crack!
A sickening sound rang out. Rex's vision blurred as he flipped onto his back.
"Ahh…" he groaned. For a few seconds, he realized the dogs had stopped chasing him—he'd outrun them.
"What a pathetic way to die… by slipping on a banan—" Rex started to say, glancing at what he had slipped on.
"…"
There was no banana peel.
Just a brown smear stuck to the ground.
Yes.
He had died by slipping on dog shit.
"What a life…" Rex said, as his vision was covered in red and he could hear the sound of his heart slowly dying down. His body was gradually turning cold. Before dying, his life was flashing before his eyes at a very fast pace.
Rex Mortal, 27 years old, is an overworked and underappreciated salaryman with a below-average face—so you could say he has zero romance in his life. And it doesn't help that he's an orphan on top of that. So forget about an arranged marriage. Women usually choose between two types of men. The first—and preferred—are the ones with money; at that point, looks don't matter. The second type? Exactly what you're thinking—the handsome ones.
But for Rex, it didn't matter if he remained a single dog for life. What truly mattered was... he forgot to delete his browser history!
Rex's eyes flared open at the thought. "Oh shit!!"
That was his last thought before he slipped into darkness with his eyes staring at brownie.
"..."