It was one afternoon. A man and his family of three slowly fade away into an eternal dream.

"They are poisoned." Said a policeman at the scene.

The policeman was a middle-aged guy with a stubby beard, wheat skin, and quite buff for a middle-aged person. As he moves around the crime scene. His buddy beside him asked, "How?"

The policeman's buddy was another policeman. The buddy had a scurry hairstyle along with his narrow jawline. He looked very weak and pale. Both of them look comical together.

"Vent." The policeman answered softly before leaving the scene with his eyes frowned.

"The poison man is at it again, huh?" His buddy faintly remarks before leaving as well.

Both policemen have been through many cases like this frequently in the past few weeks. Most of the people that were poison are closely related to the national ranking of a game popular VRMMORPG game call Fantasy Online. Most of which are in the top 1000s.

Though, this is not the most important topic. The most important topic right now was that the dead man was the fourth person that was close to getting the next chunk of trillions. Especially so when he had already gotten the key component to unlocking the final sequence to acquire a chunk of wealth from the creator.

Regarding the victims...

It was a man in his mid-thirties, a child at the age of ten or younger, and the wife was in the early thirties.

The incredulity of Fantasy Online could be imagined by the death of three. Especially when a world of wealth is laid out there in the game for anybody lucky enough to chance upon it.

A huge amount of luck and a little fortune in exchange for a chunk of wealth to last an entire lifetime. Anybody would be eager to be the next trillionaires. Thus, end the prologue.