I'm Alex Fletcher, a 24-year-old guy just trying to land an average job in this tough world.
I come from a middle-class family where both my parents worked hard to provide for me.
Dad had a steady job at a well-known company, and Mom was a dedicated teacher.
Things took a turn about six years ago when Dad lost his job due to some unfortunate events.
All of a sudden, the responsibility of our family fell on Mom's shoulders.
Our financial situation began to deteriorate, and we found ourselves having just one or two meals a day.
Seeing my parents struggle day by day, I felt the need to step up.
I made the tough decision to drop out of school and started working part-time jobs to help out.
But as the weight of my responsibilities increased, so did my own struggles with depression.
I turned to food, manga, and web novels as an escape.
With time, I gained weight, and it became harder to manage part-time work, often leaving me out of breath after just 20 minutes.
Worried about my health, my parents advised me to take a break from part-time jobs. I reluctantly agreed, but I couldn't stop thinking about earning money.
Luckily, I stumbled upon a new hobby - writing web novels.
Initially, it was just a way to pass the time, but as more people started reading my stories, a passion I thought was long gone reignited within me.
I succeeded beyond my expectations.
My first novel struck a chord with readers, and money started flowing in, slowly improving our family's conditions.
My parents, discovering that I was making money through writing, encouraged me to continue.
So, I embarked on my second and third novels.
However, as months passed, they failed to gain the same traction.
My motivation waned, and I eventually stopped writing novels by the time I turned 20.
After my writing hiatus, I decided to go back to my studies.
My parents supported my decision wholeheartedly.
I worked diligently for four years and earned a master's degree in computer science.
Then came the interview with one of the world's leading gaming companies.
Fast forward to today, the day of the big interview. I woke up late, causing a bit of chaos.
"Mom, why didn't you wake me up?" I called out.
She responded, "Huh, weren't you the one bragging yesterday that you're not a child who needs to be woken up early?"
I admitted, "Okay, okay, it was my fault."
In a rush, I jumped out of bed, took a quick shower, got dressed, and headed to the dining room. After devouring breakfast, I thanked my mom for cooking.
Little did I know that this would be the last time I'd see her.
Closing the front door with a loud thud, I set off to find a taxi. Luck was not on my side that day, and after a while of futile walking, I gave up hope of catching a cab.
After about 15 minutes of walking, I arrived at the central plaza.
Checking the time, I noticed I still had 30 minutes until the interview.
But just as I was about to take a step, a car suddenly veered off the road and sped toward me.
"Damn!" I cursed my luck as panic set in. Instinctively, I tried to run, shouting about the oncoming car, but a swarm of people blocked my way.
I desperately attempted to push through the crowd to avoid the car, but...
I tried to scream at the top of my lungs, but before any words could escape, everything went dark as the car collided with us.
I couldn't tell what happened to others, but my entire body was sent flying.
After a harrowing sequence, I ended up hitting my head on the road and rolling several times before coming to a stop.
Initially, I felt nothing; my mind remained numb from the impact.
Then, excruciating pain surged through me, nearly driving me to the brink of madness.
I wanted to scream, but all that emerged was a painful gush of blood.
Struggling to turn my head, I saw my left hand twisted at an unnatural angle.
My face was drenched, but I couldn't distinguish if it was blood or tears.
Uncertainty loomed about how many bones I had broken, aside from my hand and ribs. My legs had gone numb; they might be broken too.
As the pain intensified and breathing became an ordeal, I gasped for air, uttering my final thought: "Is this how my miserable life ends?"
Darkness enveloped me, and I lost consciousness, thinking it was the end. Or so I believed...
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(Author's Note)
Hello readers, the first few chapters of the novel will be short. Please bear it. I will try my best to increase the length of chapters in the future, that's all I wanted to say. Oh yeah if you like my story then do reward it with some Power Stones and Golden tickets. Bye-bye, see you in the next chapters.
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