After Letting Go of Helping Others, I Focused on Myself

In my previous life, I tried to save a neighbor trapped in a car fire, but my own leg got stuck in the process.

By the time I reached the hospital, it was too late and half of my leg had to be amputated. Afraid of compensating me, the neighbor spread rumors, saying I was playing the hero and that even if I hadn’t intervened, firefighters would have saved them.

I became seen as a meddler by everyone. Eventually, I grew depressed in my hospital bed and passed away within a year.

When I opened my eyes again, thick smoke was billowing from the neighbor’s car.