How did things become like this? Shang wondered numbly as he stared at the dead body in front of him.
He had lost count of how many times he had asked himself this question recently. No matter how much he racked his brain, he could not figure out where things had started to go wrong.
Shang wouldn't call himself a good person, but he wasn't inherently evil either. He was just an ordinary person trying to survive— that's right, everything he did, every choice he made, was all for the sake of survival.
Shang's entire life could be summed up as mediocre at most.
He was born into a middle-class family. His parents were kind, honest people who worked diligently to provide him with the best. Shang was lucky to inherit their best genetics, granting him a pleasing appearance, a high IQ, and an equally sharp EQ. He knew how to carry himself and speak the right words at the right time. Because of that, his life had been mostly smooth sailing.
