That Time I Got Reincarnated as a DIMUNYU

There are many honorable ways to die.

A martial hero might perish defending his sect.
A sword master might fall in a legendary duel beneath the moon.
A cultivator might explode heroically after attempting a forbidden technique and shouting something dramatic like "Heaven defies me!"

I, unfortunately, died because of a fishball.

Not even an expensive one.

Just a street fishball. Three pieces for ten pesos.

It happened so fast.

One moment I was standing beside a street cart, proudly holding a paper cup full of fishballs drowning in sweet, spicy, suspiciously thick sauce. The next moment, one of them slid down my throat like a traitor.

Then it stopped.

Right there.

Stuck.

I coughed.

I coughed harder.

The vendor stared at me.

The other customers stared at me.

One guy slowly stepped back like choking might be contagious.

Someone said, "Bro... you good?"

I tried to answer.

Instead, I made a sound like a malfunctioning kettle.

"-hrrk-"

My vision darkened.

My knees buckled.

The last thing I heard before losing consciousness was the vendor yelling:

"HEY! HE HASN'T PAID YET!"

And that... was how my life ended.