"Ellis Martin was a diligent company employee. As a field agent for a security company, he could be dispatched to unknown regions at any time to carry out dangerous missions."
The employee named Ellis appeared in an alien wasteland. Before long, terrifying alien insects emerged from the ground, bit into his body, and tore him to pieces.
"Of course, such incidents were low-probability events—compared to his lifestyle.
"In fact, he often sought out thrilling experiences for pleasure. Employees have diverse private lives, and we certainly respect your lifestyle."
Ellis appeared aboard a spaceship again, his expression manic as he activated the ship's "Continuous Jump" function.
As everyone knew, interstellar travel guides recommended no more than five safe jumps for mammals. More than ten would cause adverse reactions, while more than forty would result in limb distortion...
And Ellis, this "extreme sports enthusiast," licked his lips. He chose five hundred jumps.
"Mad Ellis... Even after undergoing three biological modifications and replacing seventeen body parts with Osborn Group implanted prosthetics, this was still beyond what he could endure.
"Extreme sports are, naturally, about pursuing the limit. Unfortunately, some limits can only be discovered upon crashing into them—that they are the uncrossable boundary of death."
After five hundred jumps, Ellis exploded outright, painting the spaceship red and white. His family appeared from offscreen and gathered around where he had burst apart, weeping uncontrollably.
The narrator continued regretfully, "There are many other accidents in work and life. Too many people never get the chance to say goodbye to their families."
At this point, the narrator's tone shifted, becoming impassioned. "But now, the Osborn Group has introduced 'Accidental Death Insurance,' so accidental death no longer has to be accidental!"
A hand holding a bag of money reached in from offscreen and placed it before Ellis's