Arlo was a happy university student when the professor took him down to the path of graduate school. From then his life went downhill.
"Graduate school my a**, it's a school to raise ******* slave for professors." Arlo swore under his breath as he was left on the lab late at night grading papers that the professor should've graded. "I will probably oversleep 'cause of all this work and get slammed with the professor's cursing tomorrow!" Arlo yelled in experience.
He reached for his… ???th green energy drink.
At this point, he could remember the logo of this energy drink more than the face of his parents nonetheless his own face. When was the last time he looked at the mirror? "I probably look horrible anyway with no sleep." He mumbled before drawing the energy drink to his lips, a single drop hit it before-
Arlo clenched his chest, out of breath.
He fell of the chair, hitting the cold floor…
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[Cause of death: Caffeine Overdose Working Late into the Night as a Slave of His Professor (Cardiac Arrest)]
The grim reaper stared at the cause of death for a bit, sighing in the trauma of his past life before leading Arlo's soul the the afterlife.
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"No way I'm dead.
I did all that work for what? FOR WHAT????!!!"
Arlo yelled with no voices coming out of his mouth. He was but a tiny blue soul with no mouth to carry his words.
He didn't want to die like this, hell nah.
Do you know just how many things he had planned for the future once everything was done?! He refused the hangouts, the girls, even some guys, all the things a man his age should've done… all for what?
…Honestly… Arlo knew it was too late for him.
He had nothing left but a rising flame of revenge to make his assistant suffer like him once he became a professor.
If the gods can give him one more chance, this time not born under the path of slavery but to a bath of the golden sooon….
A white light covered his sight with the sounds of scratching chalkboard with glass.