Under the night sky of Metropolis.
There were no dark clouds.
Starlight glittered.
A Boeing passenger plane flew steadily high in the sky.
Of course, even if it was flying very steadily right now, that did not change the fact that every oxygen mask in the cabin had already dropped, or that the windows had cracked earlier because of an engine explosion.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking." A voice that had already given up on treatment came over the speakers. "Our current flight altitude is still very, very high... so we won't die for the time being."
He no longer knew how to calm the terrified passengers. After all, even the most experienced flight crew in the world would probably have cried out that they had never seen such a bizarre situation in their lives.
From fear.
To shock.
Then from shock to disbelief.
By now, the passengers, just like the captain, had grown somewhat resigned to tonight's experience.
"Mom, did we already die in the crash?"
A somewhat bewildered child asked his mother.
"We are about to die, but have not yet died. Perhaps this is like death." The woman in uniform seemed to have transformed into a philosopher. Everyone on the entire plane was now in a remarkably calm mental state.
The terror and panic from when the plane's engine had exploded just now were completely gone.
[My dear wife...] In the luxurious first-class cabin, a business elite in a suit and leather shoes was currently writing furiously on parchment with a pure gold fountain pen.
Many people had written wills earlier.
And this will was already the tenth revised version drafted by the business elite. The first nine versions had been far too emotional. In this version, he had added a detailed asset distribution