Death row convict, 2805, died from lethal injection. He was expecting to awake to the sight of nothingness. Instead came the sound of cooing from a lady.
What the hell!
Transmigrated into the oh-so peaceful life, he was extremely bored. His mind always drifted to the old games he used to play with when he was younger, and an idea wormed its way into his head.
He’s decided instead of being the run-of-the-mill heir, persuading his Father, he was going to become the enabler of chaos needed in this little world.
First stop, Academy of the Dead!
I am a beginner writer, so this will def not be my best work but please support me through this story! <3
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I am a beginner writer, so this will def not be my best work but please support me through this story! <3
-This story is also on ScribbleHub-