Chapter 112 Do Not Buy

112 Do Not Buy

Elliot stared at the sterile white ceiling as he struggled for each labored breath. The incessant beeping of the machinery barely keeping him alive seemed more disruptive than usual.

Ever since his lung cancer diagnosis, he had lived each day battling the merciless disease, clinging to the hope that he might prevail. But for those who cannot afford it, hope can be a dangerous thing to cling to. And Elliot was realizing that too young.

He blamed it all on his workplace. An esteemed engineer and valedictorian, intelligence was an understatement for his brilliant and creative mind.

But he had been naive, falling for the wrong woman and taking the wrong job under her ruthless father. Her father was excavating gold from a perilous site, and needed to hide the operation. Building an oil rig provided the perfect cover - while it was under construction, the gold could be hastily extracted without arousing government suspicion.

Elliot's ingenious mind had been exploited through the whole charade. Like a tool, he was used up completely and then discarded by both his girlfriend and her father.

Just seven months into working there, Elliot received his cancer diagnosis. Though its origins remained unclear, shortly after, his girlfriend left him and her father erased his existence.

All of Elliot's life savings went towards desperately trying to battle the cancer and cling to life. That fight now seemed profoundly foolish. He should have surrendered from the beginning.

Gritting his teeth, Elliot resentfully replayed it all. Why, why, why had he been cursed with such misfortune? Why couldn't the world be a better place?

As Elliot felt the remaining vigor drain from his veins, he forced himself to release that bitter hatred. At least he didn't want to die and become a lingering, wandering spirit. 'If I die now...I wish I could start over in a better world...'

He knew it was pure fantasy, impossible in reality. But as death approached, such thoughts preoccupied his mind. Ever since starting chemotherapy, Elliot had developed an affinity for novels and comics about characters who died and awakened reincarnated in other worlds. Why not indulge in a bit of fairy tale fancy? He was a dying man after all...cut him some slack.

Elliot smiled slightly, losing himself in fanciful daydreams of life beyond this one. Baseless and fleeting, such musings would scatter like dust when death's candle blew out his flame. Yet for now, imagining another chance is what kept the faint smile upon his face.

With that foreboding declaration, the man disappeared. The woman's triumphant expression chilled into unease. Meanwhile, Elliot's soul continued falling further down the glittering cosmic maze. After a few more aimless tumbles, he landed on an empty, isolated path. Gazing around, Elliot saw no other souls. He couldn't fly or climb back up the brilliant white web. But directly ahead lay an open portal. Ominous yet enticing, it offered the sole way forward. Against his better judgement, Elliott entered the ominous gate.

His vision faded into darkness. Müddled sounds filtered through - chaotic chatter and a woman's pained screams. "Push! Push my lady! Puuusshhh!" It felt arduous...oppressive. Then Elliott felt himself dragged out by a strong force both inside and outside. With cold dread, he suddenly understood.

'Oh crap...'

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[A/N]

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