Transmigrated As The Fallen Villain Somewhere in the middle of a snow storm, inside a car trapped under a blanket of snow was a young man barely reaching the age of 18.
"Haa... Ha.. C-cold. It's c..ld." Having received a call from his mother, he was on his way home but suddenly a abnormal snow storm begin as even looking forward was not possible.
With the snow slowly piling up, the car could no longer go forward nor backward, feeling the urgency of his situation, he looked for his cellphone but due to him being in a rush, it seems he forgot to bring his cellphone.
Now, it has already been several hours since the storm begin.
Laying in the back seat of the car, he used the seat cover to wrap himself in it so, as to conserve as much heat as possible but that too had it's limit, inside the dimly-lit car, with no food or water and suffering from extreme cold, the young man knew that unless a miracle happened... His death was inevitable.
As he laid their Shivering, he had many thoughts passing through his mind but at some point... Everything came to an stop.
His eyelids slowly closed as his heart beat slowed down, his body temperature raised by several folds as a feeling of comfort embraced him and just like that, he fell into a eternal sleep.
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As the darkness of death enveloped him, he felt a ethereal sensation all over his body, his consciousness was slowly fading away as the years of memories flashed through his mind in the form of a dream, from the time he was born to until now, everything he had experienced until now...
As his lingering consciousness saw the last bit of his memories, he instinctively knew it — This is the end.
And indeed it was. Having used up all his energy to heat up his body one last time, he clutched the seat cover tightly as all sigh of life vanished.
He Died.
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