1 The passing of a billionaire

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The sounds of birds chirping could be heard outside what was formerly known as Earth. The bright blue skies with the white and fluffy clouds were now covered with heaps upon heaps of flying cars. The sound of the engines filled the air as you could see the pollution manifesting into a physical form rising through the air only to be dispersed by the barrier above protecting Earth.

In a certain place, there was a man in his 80s with a dejected expression. He wore formal clothes, holding a cup in his left hand while slouching on the chair behind him. He only gazed longingly at the passing glimpse of the blue sky that was then covered by some wheels. Suddenly the entrance was burst open as a palanquin was escorted by burly men with buff and rigid muscles and a strict look. They then set the palanquin down to reveal the passenger.

A young girl around her teens, she had silky long black hair that flowed to her waist; a veil covered her appearance but with one simple look you could tell she was a goddess, her peachy supple lips, her pure as snow skin, her eyes that shone as bright as the moon, those thin and delicate eyelashes. She was a fairy within the humans. Covered in a white robe that accentuated her curvy figure and a folding fan in her hands that were sealed in delicate white embroidery gloves, she exited and stared at the man in front of her revealing a smile that could bewitch a man's heart.

But the man was unfazed only staring at her with a stern face, he then crunched the cup in his hands and leaned against his chair.

"Don't beat around the bushes. Tell me what you want." He said sighing while shifting his head down. The girl only chuckled while extending her hands.

"What I want? Well, what I want to do is meet an old friend!" She replied. But her hands were shot down by his as he shouted.

"DON'T TOUCH ME YOU DEMONESS!" He was then greeted by the quick movement of the men who aimed their guns at his cerebral cortex, he only glared at them while growling and then grabbed one of the guns and pointed it at his forehead. "DO IT YOU FUCKER! I ALWAYS WANTED TO DIE SO DO IT NOW I DARE YOU!" The guards were shocked by the sudden retaliation. "WHAT YOU CAN'T SHOOT PUSSY?" The men could only await their owner's response as she then chuckled and waved the men away leaving only her and the old man.

"You're still having such a temper old man?" She asked teasingly bending over, it was a scene that could lure a man into the world of temptation.

"Don't old man me you bastard!" He replied as he shot his eyes onto her.

"Well. Since you don't want to listen to the formalities. I've come here to... I don't know. Offer you a chance at the redemption of this planet." She said while looking around the office around her.

"WHAT!?" He shot up in disbelief.

"Now you react." She mocked while clicking her tongue. She then continued. "I can offer salvation to this planet in the form of this thing of yours called Virtual Reality. But it's not cheap!" He didn't hesitate to reply.

"Anything! Anything at all!" She only stared at him for a short moment before laughing.

"Humans are so funny! Sacrificing themselves for the 'greater good'. My pric-" She stopped for a while and directly looked deep into his eyes. "My price is your soul! Of course, I'll make sure you die due to natural reasons." (soulstealer ohshitrun)

He was stunned but then after contemplating, he sighed and asked her.

"Then...May I write my will?" She only gave a slight nod and that marked the day as the death of Jeffrey Whitson, founder and CEO of <Origin> which also marked the day as the day Valerian appeared.