It was a beautiful day.
The weather was clear, and the sun shone brightly, but not too harshly, casting a gentle warmth over the winter air.
People moved through their routines as they always did. Some headed off to work while some others simply went about their responsibilities without any thoughts. And somewhere, surely, there were also those with nothing much to do, people who sprawled lazily across their beds, passing their time reading webnovels or idle scrolling. And that, too, was perfectly fine.
Those were my thoughts as I stood by the window, sipping on my morning coffee, while looking down at the bustling streets below. Setting the mug aside, I turned away from the view and let myself fall backward onto the soft bed. My hand wandered beneath the blanket as I searched blindly for my phone.
I pulled the phone out from beneath the blanket and brought it up above my face, the screen lighting up with a soft glow as it unlocked with my face ID.
Without much thought, I opened the webnovel apps. Nothing caught my eye, just the usual flood of systems, reincarnations, regressions, overpowered MCs, and titles that somehow kept getting longer. I scrolled anyway, half out of habit, half out of hope that something interesting would show up.
And before anyone gets the wrong idea, I'm not unemployed.
I just had an early retirement.
How? I won the lottery… or, well, lotteries. Four times, actually.
The total came out to around thirty six million after tax, which, unsurprisingly, kinda changes things. With that kind of money, working stopped being a necessity. No more waking up at the break of dawn, no more stressing over deadlines, and no more bosses breathing down my neck.
Those days were over. Only days like this, slow and uneventful, exactly how I liked them.
The thought lingered for a moment as I lazily flipped through another list of stories, my other hand resting behind my head.
Outside, the world continued its steady rhythm, completely in contrast with me who had absolutely nothing needed to do or be done today. Or tomorrow. Or, frankly, ever again.
That was how it should be.
That was how it should have been...
So why? Just why did this happen? Seriously, could anyone tell me how, and why, did a truck just bust into my apartment that was on the highest floor?