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The sky adorned with countless stars, three moons with different primary colors accompanied the majestic cosmos. Without a warning, red-colored sky slowly crept from the horizon as if not care of the moon colors nor the beautiful galaxy in the background. Strangely, rather than make the color worse,  the redness of the sky instead makes it more like a unique aesthetic. Something that odd people would like to see. 

Whilst the sky was very majestic with its unique color combination, one couldn't be said the same if they turn their vision to the land beneath it. 

The scene of carnage was happening on the ground. 

Soil filled with destruction and holes of all sizes that littered with corpses, blood, and gore. Countless mountains with the heights of hundreds of thousands of kilometers that cut in half either diagonally or horizontally, turn ugly, make a loss of the majestic appearance it's previously had, the vast forest with its majority of trees that already turn into charcoal, and many lakes could be seen evaporated sending dust of toxic sandstorm towards where the wind point at. 

The scene of this big planet that had fifty times the size of the earth was all but beautiful. 

Admits all of this destruction, one person with a pale complexion and messy long hair, wearing a yellow-colored dirty hanfu not minding the whole things around him were sitting with a tired expression above an elevated platform mat that covered with red silk carpet that had a small desk on it. He sat at that desk while drinking his cold tea. Looking at the cup for a second before sighing. 

Then, tens of millions ripple that rip the time and space continuum could be seen hundreds of meters above him, above the planet, spewing so many people that couldn't be count by a normal means of calculations. The crowds of people which all of whom were each wearing black armor that had a pattern of red dragon in their chest plate covered the sky, making the world turn dark.

Knowing that his time already come, the man bring out a candle to the table and lit it up with the flick of his finger. Making it the only light source in the dark area. 

But then, the crowds in the sky suddenly make a formation circled the man and readied their weapons, making the beautiful sky once again illuminate the world. Albeit only for a few kilometers in diameter with the center being the sitting man. 

"..." the man was speechless while looking up to the crowds. It was a waste to take out the candle. He want to shout at them, but couldn't. It was his own fault, moving first before assessing his situation. He could only take in the candle and looks stupid to the crowds before continuing to sips his cold tea.

Like waiting for someone or something to happens. 

"Liu, do you have a functioning brain?" said the man who currently standing in front of him. Looking at Liu— the man who sits, with disdain. 

That man who wears black and red Chinese emperor attire complete with its tasseled crown suddenly arrived in front of Liu like a ghost without a warning or a ripple, he just come into existence. 

The man's sudden appearance made Liu flinched. 

But, after hearing the unexpected question that have a mockery undertone from the man, Liu could only smile bitterly before solemnly nodded. 

The silent answer makes the man sigh before sitting at the desk across from Liu. Not minding, the absolute disrespect that he had shown to the man. Liu then, take a cup out of nowhere and filled it with tea from a teapot. When, after full, was given to the man across him with respectful manner. 

"Thank you." the man said before sipping the tea slowly, ignoring the coldness of the tea. 

"Emperor Ying. Congratulations." Liu suddenly cupped both of his hands towards the man whose name was Ying. 

Hearing a felicitation from his enemy, Ying couldn't help but flinch. That flinch made him choked by the tea in his mouth. 

All of the people in the sky that had been readied their weapon become wary. And then, one of them transforms into a huge azure dragon measured thousands of kilometers in length which it's dark and vicious claws numbered in ten ready to clamp the whole area. 

Clearing his throat with a cough. Ying lifts his right hand, telling his people to stand down. Whom they obeyed immediately without much thought. 

Ying then looks at his enemies with an amused expression. He also cups his hands together and said, "Thank you, Emperor Liu."

Both of them respecting each other for a minute or so before both of which back to sitting leisurely and sipping the cold tea in silence. 

The silence wasn't awkward, just a normal silence like that of a family dinner whom each of the members eating in silence buried themselves with a smartphone or something else. With both of them thinking about what's come next. But, since they both waiting for each other to start a conversation, it was going nowhere for minutes. Decided it was enough emperor Ying broke the silence first, asking, "Question tho, why are you so dummy?"

"Eh?" 

"I mean... Everybody knew that you need to bring a long-range units in the billions-units wars. Why the fuck did you only bring all-melee units? Are you a retarded individual?"

Liu smiled awkwardly at the question, "It's... Complicated..."

"Fucking hell... You're of that extreme RP's people aren't you?" asked Ying squinted his eyes in suspicion. 

RP, an abbreviation for Role Playing, very popular way of playing this VR game. They're the biggest group in the game who controlled one-third of the whole celestial realm. Ying deducted that this Liu was one of them. 

"!!!" Hearing the question, Liu couldn't help but be surprised, "How could you—"

"How could I know? More like, how could I not know! Do you remember when I first conquering a part of your empire? That time, the time when we first opened diplomatic talk between our two countries and at that time, you, my friend. You acting like a goddamn emperor. Like, really legit came out from our TV series. At that time I could only think 'ah, he was that kind of person'. And then, this time. Fuck! You bring like FIVE TRILLIONS melee units, without a SINGLE ranged unit! Whilst my unit was full ranged, and I even bring some SIEGE EQUIPMENT! God forgive me to say this, but fuck you man. You're the pinnacle of retardation!"

"Sigh..." Ying let out a tired sigh before continuing to rant, "Fucking degenerate... if stupidity was a dao you should already in the realms of celestial zenith emperor right now! completing dao in perfect state!"

"..." Liu could only look down and felt really embarrassed. His ears and face were all reds. 

"You're doing all of those roleplays but at the end of your life, you didn't even wear your prized celestial tasseled crown? what kind of emperor are you?"

Only then did Liu remember the important things that every hardcore RP's people like him should do. He should do the roleplay even with the end of his life is imminent. 'As expected of the magnificent emperor.' Liu said inside of his heart. feeling glad that Ying reminds him about the important fact. 

"W-wait a minute!" said Liu before standing and turn his back from Ying without waiting for the answer from Ying and make a swish movement using his right hands to bring out a folding screen that occupied a small rectangular space at the side of the elevated platform with beautiful art on it. Liu then touch the folding screen before vanished with a slight ripple. 

Seeing that Liu disappears, Ying didn't panic at all. He knew that Liu only disappear because he want to change his clothes. That folding screen was an artifact for changing clothes. Although players could change their clothes instantly, Roleplaying people don't like that. They opted to use something troublesome like this folding screen. Ying couldn't help but get another tick on his forehead. 

Without waiting for long, Liu appears again. But this time he changed his clothes. 

Liu then not wanting to anger Ying make his way sitting again across Ying. But now, with his body fully equipped with dignified yellow-colored emperor equipments and a tasseled crown that was almost identical with the one that Ying wore. He sat there with his head down. Still embarrassed. 

Looking at the current complexion of Liu, Ying was somewhat calming himself before clicking his tongue and ask, "Then, before I kill you, any last words to say to the world?"

Liu raised his head and looked at Ying with a serious expression, "I'm glad that I could fight with the fabled magnificent celestial emperor. I really am glad." 

Liu smiles before closing his eyes. His smile wasn't a smile to make himself look brave, but, a smile that's coming from a man that really glad from the bottom of his heart, a man who accepts his fate. 

Looking at Liu, Ying couldn't help but shakes his head. It was pitiful to kill him immediately. So, Ying could only give him a piece of advice so that his adversary didn't make another stupid decision. 

"After this, I recommend you to look at the report and record of this battle. Look at my strategies of using long-range cultivators. Next time, I want to fight the coalition that had the same strength as my army or at least close. Not to slaughter them like pigs. Moreover, I think It would be fun RP's, I bet with my name on it. Share what I said to your community, tell them that, 'I, the great Qin emperor waiting for their puny little army do some REAL damage to my empire.' Tell them, 'If you all couldn't even put a DENT to my army. don't even dare to put the title of emperor or empress with your name following it. It's disgraceful towards heaven'..." Ying sips his cold tea after offering some advice to Liu and his community of hardcore RP's people that now only controls less than 30% of the celestial realm. Ying wants to make them, his next target and training dummy for his army.

Hearing the unexpected suggestion and 'cool words' from his enemies, Liu couldn't help but deepen his smiles before saying, "You really are magnifice—"

Then, before Liu could finish his sentence, with a swift movement, a gush of wind come out of nowhere and cut his throat clean. His body leaning backward before laying flat, and there the head was decapitated. With his tasseled crown tossed apart from his head, Liu's head rolling down towards the bloody soil. After it stopped rolling, Ying could see the last expression of Liu. 

That head had a satisfied expression written on it. 

Ying then not minding the body of his enemy, stand up and looks towards his crowds of soldier before raising his right hands that already take out an ancient-looking Chinese sword. He shouts with the amplifier of megaphone skill that makes his voice be heard all over the galaxy, "We won! With this, we have conquered the entirety of the west celestial realm! Rejoice my immortal army! Rejoice that we, the people of great Qin had put another immortal empire under our feet!"

Which in turn a thunderous roar of victory could be heard all over the planet. The dragon especially, blasting a shining blue tornado from his mouth towards the cosmos. Making the scene looks majestic. 

But Ying himself was content as he stand right there looking at the sky after his announcement, looking at his own soldier. Although the war was akin to butchering, victory was still a victory after all, he love to see the triumph reaction of his own soldiers. 

It's just never gets old.

Before long, black-colored pop-up windows with white-colored fonts appear in front of him announcing his victory. 

[HEROIC VICTORY!]

Then another pop-up message appears, 

[Battle for 'Yi' Supercluster Group of West Celestial realm. Casualties:

-Heavenly Northern Qin Dynasty. 

Leader : Ying Zhe 'the magnificent' (Celestial Emperor) 

Cultivator Soldiers : 1.263.377 Death

Cultivator Commandos : 0 Death

Siege Equipment : 0 Destroyed

Generals : 0 Death

-Heavenly Western Zhou Dynasty. 

Leader : Liu Bang 'the great' (Celestial Emperor) 

Cultivator Soldiers : 5.978.635.721.820 Death

Generals : 5.555.555 Death]

Ying stands there, looking at the casualties... Standing still in the midst of the cheers of his soldiers.

———

In the dark concrete bedroom that had gaming equipments, one man sitting on a plastic chair and wearing VR equipment sighing for a second before taking off his VR helmet. 

Putting the helmet on the table, he rubs his face using both of his hands. 

This person is emperor Ying. At least in the game that was his name. In this real world, he was everything but an emperor. That could easily be known by looking at his appearance. What kind of emperor wearing hoodies and had messy hair? 

But this was Ying Zhe in the real world. He put almost no point in investing on his appearance.

He had played the games for almost three days non-stop because of the big war. So it wasn't a surprise that after taking out his helmet he let out a tired sigh. 

He wipes his face with the towel at the top of trays beside his keyboard before standing up and walks to the windows. He opened the curtain and a view of depressing fifth-tier city's dawn waited for him.

Living on the 50th floor has the benefit of good views. 

*Brrrt* *Brrrt* *Brrrt*

The sounds of vibration coming from his smartphone were cutting him fast, even before he could enjoy the view. 

He takes the vibrating phone from the pocket of his hoodie and answers it without looking at the caller's name. 

"Yellow, Ying Zhe here."

"Zedong, my booiiiii!!! Buongiorno!!!" the other side of calls answer him in ecstatic voice and English. Making Ying Zhe sighed. The VR games were a melting pot of different cultures and this person was the most troublesome friend that he got out of the three years of his VR career. 

"John, fuck you man. My name is Ying—" 

"Fuck you too man. I don't care about your name. You Asian looks same to me. Anyway—"

Ying Zhe let out a tired sigh. This friend of his was the kind of person who couldn't differentiate between MW3 lobby and the real world. He keeps babbling randomly at Ying Zhe that makes him tired. 

"— Then without warning, My precious boy had grown up to become a ruthless man. Papa felt sad, huuuwuuu..."

John probably watched Ying Zhe's war and how he nonchalantly kill trillions of NPCs before this so he wants to put some bullshit. But, Hearing a grown-up man faked his sobbing noises was disgusting to Ying Zhe so he decided to keep it short, 

"Cut it off... I'm tired. What's the point of your call anyway. I don't have time." 

Knowing that Ying Zhe become annoyed the person on the other side decided to cut his act and cough two times before saying in an admiring tone to Ying Zhe, 

"First of all, congratulations for winning this last battle of the Western celestial realm, congratulations on becoming the sole celestial emperor who controls two out of five celestial realms. and second,..."

John cough one more time before adding, 

"Second, we, from [Necropolis] decided to ally with you. Since after this, we knew that the battle for the [Jade Throne] would soon be open...--"

This Johnson Spentza is also a player from the game. Ying Zhe already knows him since a long time ago. Although he act like that, this bastard who calling him Zedong that coming from Mao Zedong, knew that Ying Zhe live in PRC and ruled with an iron fist in the game was no saint either. He was one out of seven board of the Necropolis. The very big guild that controlling the underworlds of the VR games and environment. There's a saying in the game, 'There are no sane people within the Necropolis'. 

Then again, after killing countless soldiers, other celestial emperors would surely team up to kill his growing empire. So Ying Zhe answered, 

"Sure... when do we sign the contract?"

"I know that you wouldn't want to team up with us because we— scusa?"

The quick answer caught John off guard. So, Ying Zhe answered again, 

"I said, sure. let's team-up. when will you bunch want to sign the collaboration pact?"

Hearing the affirmation, John couldn't help but to shout, 

"Wooohooo!!! you're serious right?!"

"Yep."

"Let's gooooo!!! I'mma calling my brethren for a second. Grazie, ragazzo mio! Ti amo tanto! I'll call you back!"

*Tuuut* *Tuuut* *Tuuut* 

"Rude..." Ying Zhe mumbled softly after getting cut off from the calls. 

But he didn't get surprised. Because he already experiencing John's free behavior for almost two years now. It wasn't bad, but wasn't good either. One thing he knows for sure was that he's the man of principles. Although weird, allied with him could make the Jade Throne a reality for him. 

He smiled softly at his phone. 

After putting the phone to the nearest table, Ying Zhe looking at the outside and couldn't help but reminisce. 

'It's already three years wasn't it...' he said inwardly, reminiscing his past. 

At first, the game was just another place to filled his leisure time because he decided to 'lay flat' after graduating from the uni. But now, he was one out of ten highest players on that game... yes, that very game... 

Chronogia Online

The game was a VRMMORPG (Virtual Reality - Massive Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game) that was designed specifically for new advanced VR equipment created by the 'Götze' company based in Switzerland. 

Three years ago, the game came out without announcement and out almost in unison with the marketing of the VR equipment. 

It's called A-VR (Advanced Virtual Reality). Using the brain as a beacon for brainwaves, the VR could make a real environment inside virtual space. And by using brainwaves as a numerical value, the A-VR was hailed as a modern miracle. The equipment was using the function of a healthy brain could make blind people see and sick people healthy inside the virtual environment. The only problem was that it couldn't replicate other human functions besides vision, hearing, and talking, something like taste, touch and smell couldn't be reproduced yet. But, because of the environment and A.I inside the virtual space was very realistic, it became the least problem for the people who want to buy and play it. 

Especially when the VR equipment was very cheap, making other competitors goes bankrupt almost immediately after its release. With the price of just $100 which is even cheaper than consoles, smartphones, and even some games, it's quickly gathered the popularity and prestige around it. Further igniting the popularity was its top-notch quality and availability.

Even with millions of orders, the company didn't run out of supplies and the order always arrived on time. It was unheard of in the entirety of human history. 

To utilize the momentum, the company behind VR was releasing their own free-to-play online game to the public. Making the game also very popular, and that game was 'Chronogia Online'. That very game was the game that was being played by Ying Zhe until now. 

The RPG game revolved around Ying Zhe world mythologies, superstitions, and folks tales. It offered the players a very wide range of contents, making it very 'RP'-able. The players could play as eastern myths or western myths. Heck, even nomadic and tribal myths were on it too, they could play as the player based on that myths. 

But, the myriad myths universes were separated so that they don't interfere with each other and create chaos. There's countless special zone for each myths to communicate with each other though. So, the segregation wasn't that of big deal. Even more, when there's one universal currency that is a gold coin or GC for buying and selling in-game. 

The game itself has one big server to accommodate all of its player's bandwidth and were being ported to different languages to met the world population demands. Almost all the language of the current world's countries-- about 200 different language packs --was present in-game. Making it widely accepted by the whole world. 

In China, the game itself was being sinicized to enter the Chinese market. Although they change the name for the Chinese market to 'Yuxia Online', They don't necessarily censor the game contents to appease those party members officials, because Götze labeled their game outside the current law. Unless the government changed some of its laws-- which they found unnecessary and pricey --The publisher won't get kicked out from China. 

Even after three years, there seems to be no objection from the government, admits its crackdown on online games. That was because this game was helping Chinese people in some way-- 'Making money way' to be exact. 

The currency in this game could be traded for real money. Although after three years of history the value was just 1 : 100 for a USD (United States dollar) , it was quite good. Other online games weren't had have the luxury of that kind of exchange rate. Mostly had the value of 1 : 1000000 or more for a USD. 

With only the investment of $100 for the VR equipment, almost all of the players will get their money back. Heck, they could even live their life by the trade they made in-game. So, it's not that surprising when the company announced that the population of the players is a quarter of the current world population. 

How many is that? more than two billion people playing it! And that number has come from the announcement they made 6 months after they released the game and VR. Now after three years of running. The game almost had the whole world population. Of course, there are still people without internet access out there or just disinterested in the technology making it boiled to 6 out of 10 people in the world that currently playing the game. 

That many people and the server still hold strong! Other companies want to know how their server work. They do a plethora of schemes to get the secret and even calculated underhanded schemes. What was not calculated by those greedy companies was that the VR company was based in Switzerland, and they somehow managed to get backing from the Swiss government and even from the E.U (European Union). So they won't release of how they do it, admits the media backlash. Yep, those greedy companies even paid the media to put the game in a bad light. 

Unfortunately, the people who played the game were immune to that stupid accusations. Making the game presence grow stronger than ever before and media become more irrelevant than ever before. Some media moguls even filed for bankruptcy after the backlash. 

Now, back to Ying Zhe who looking at the polluted air outside, disguising themself as a morning misty with an amused expression. 

Ying Zhe was glad that he had played the game from the start and had good fortune or what they called fortuitous encounter. Because right now, he's a sovereign and had the rank of celestial emperor --which were the strongest and farthest right now-- , making him had the potential to become the 0.0000001% of the population. The new filthiest rich, for the new digital era— the virtual era. 

Looking at the depressing street outside the windows of his apartment, he smiled and thought, 'Now that I had that much wealth in-game. I'd like to sell some of them to make me rich in the actual real world. And maybe... hehehehe...'

He mused for a second before stretching his body up, feeling a crack in his entire body. That was the effect of 44 hours of gaming. Make his body extremely stiff. 

*Crack* *Crack* *Crack*

It happened for almost 5 minutes before he sighed a satisfied moan and feeling that his body become young again. But now, he felt very hungry at the moment. So he goes out of his room to make a quick meal. 

His flat wasn't that big, just a shy walk away from his room, he arrived at the kitchen/living room inside his house. He turn-on the TV, take out a cup and go to the gallon of water, pouring him some to clench his thirst. 

When drinking some of the water he mused for a bit, 'Ah, my beloved China, first-world country without drinkable tap water.'

After feeling enough he put another batch of water for the meal and goes to the kitchen island. Putting out a bowl, spoon from the cabinet, and cereal, not forgetting milk from the refrigerator. He makes himself a bowl of cereal. Sitting on the island he looks at the TV that currently playing the morning news, 

That just usual morning news from international TV cable, nothing unusual. Ying Zhe watched it while eating at a leisure pace, Though, he felt something funny with his shoulder but he dismissed it since it only appear for a brief moment. And then the main news comes, 

[For the next news we had a brief interview with Ying Zhe 'the magnificent' about his latest victory and views of the battle involved trillions of virtual people. The statement was quite shocking to us. But, let us not talk and just take a look, ;] 

Hearing what this news calls the NPCs, virtual people, was a good 'ole classics for him. He couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle.

The scene on TV was changed from the anchor's room to outside, more precisely to the virtual world. With the backgrounds of some cyberpunk-themed city. Two people standing in the frame. One beautiful woman that is of caucasian descent wearing an appropriate suit-skirt uniform and one east Asian man wearing black and red Chinese traditional clothing that had a white dragon pattern. That man was Ying Zhe inside the game, looking tired while still smiling at the camera. 

The interview began with a normal Q&A that lasted 2 minutes until the reporters were looking at the camera with a worried expression. Ying Zhe that being interviewed looked at the woman and smiles, saying that she should ask what she want to ask him without worrying. So in the end after quite an inner struggle that could be seen on her face, she sighed and ask him, 

[With the end of the battle, we— no I was baffled. I with tens of millions of other people who watched the Livestream of the war couldn't believe what we saw. The butchering of the virtual people who weren't even different from us in terms of critical thinking and feelings is being killed just like that— like their life didn't matter at all. So there's a question lingering on my mind that I want you, the perpetrator of those atrocities to answer...]

Looking at the reporter who takes a deep breath as if she wants to ask something really important was amusing to Ying Zhe who currently eating the cereal. She acts like those people who said that virtual people was a human being too-- that they deserved to had a human rights. 'What a joke' he mused inside his head. Thinking about that numbers and logic saying as if they're a human. If his conscience let him laugh, Ying Zhe would surely laughed his heart out. 

Now, the woman seems to have gained the will to ask the question, 

[You've killed trillions of people without batting an eye. What's make you to do those atrocities— no, what is your feeling after knowing that you've killed trillions of people? Do you perhaps felt some kind of remorse or guilt doing so?]

Hearing the question, both Ying Zhe on the TV and the one who's currently eating was smiled. To answer that question the TV Ying Zhe said, 

[No. I'm not, ma'am. Rather than that, I feel something else. I felt...]

And trailed off, before continuing in a confidence, 

[Euphoric.]

That statement left the reporter speechless. She had a great expression of disbelief on her face. Not believing of what she just heard. Ying Zhe didn't wait any longer and directly smiled at the camera before login off from the game. 

Leaving the shocked crowds and the reporter crew alone. Then, the news was back to the anchor's room and continued with the news outlets view on that surprising statement. 

Ying Zhe felt great after that interview. Some would say that he was too edgy. But such things was the feeling of great victory. If he instead feeling bad after killing the NPCs, he felt that it would rather become an insult for them. The NPCs were very traditional after all, they'd be glad if they die for their belief. In this case a belief for Liu Bang's victory which of course didn't happen. 

So, he enjoyed this particular morning news more than ever. In that show, he could saw an expert and common people both expressing the same fear and hatred towards him in that section of news-- After he utter those bold statements. 

He watches and eats with gusto. 

Not knowing that his bowl of cereal almost got emptied out. Suddenly, he felt something wrong with his chest and abruptly stopped eating which led to a series of coughing because some of the cereals got stuck in his throat. He search for water to drink but its only worsen his situation because he couldn't digest it. 

*Cough* *Cough* *Cough* 

The cough was different than usual choking, this time, it was hard to let out the cereal out. So in frantic unconscious motion, he swiped the content at the top of the table left and right that lasted quite a bit making the island in a mess.

When he finally let out the cereal, he found out that his chest was very hurt and his breath become short. 

'W-what is this? Covid?!' He became horrified at his finding, thinking back about how the hell a N.E.E.T like him ever go in contact with another person. He didn't even leave his house for two years! The only person that he met was his apartment manager, delivery man, and call girls.

Thinking hard when clenching his chest. The pain was soon radiating to his left arm and his jaw. Making it very difficult to breathe and think. 

*Thump!*

His body dropped hard to the floors, and then he began to squirming wildly because of the pain. The pain was intensified making his vision become hazy.

Only at that moment, he knew for sure that he was currently experiencing a heart attack. He began to use all of his strength left on his body to cough wildly and breathe deeply. 

*Cough!* *Cough!* *Cough!*

He had some knowledge in handling heart attack. He knew that coughing vigorously could help to circulate his blood and deep breath could send oxygen to his lung. And true, somehow he regained his vision after the series of hard coughs he had done. 

With the strength he gained, he keep coughing while sucking a deep breath before every cough and try to stand up. Writhing on his chest pain, he moved his leg at a slow and steady pace to the small table at the side of the TV. On that table was a telephone. 

After arriving at the table he picks the telephone and dials the emergency number for ambulance. And then waiting for the phone to connect with the hospital desk. 

*Tuuut* *Tuuut* *Tuuut*

For every second he waited, the more pain he felt in his chest. When he almost couldn't bear it anymore. The answer came and with it also his hope to survive. 

[The number you're calling...]

"Fuck— Aaarggh!" He yells with frustration but stopped because the pain becoming more intense. He crunched his chest, but still coughing hard. Try not to lost focus. 

'Fucking fifth-tier city's hospital! Answer!' He shouts inwardly. 

Then, he tries to dial the number again. But still got no answer. At this rate, although he keeps dialing, he knew that he wouldn't get saved. So he could only lay on the floor in front of the TV while the feeling of his limb was slowly fading away. 

With the last strength, he began curling and hopes that the pain goes away quickly. Since he felt that this was too much for him to handle. 

At times like that, he began regretting some of his decision that could potentially lead to different outcomes of this tragedy.

'Aw shucks... If only I moved to Taiwan last year's summer. Sigh... What a bummer.' laments him inwardly before his vision turned dark for sure. 

He was lamenting his indecisiveness last year, when his uncle from his mother's side offered him to become a Taiwanese. He knew that, although not perfect, their medical system wouldn't let a machine answering people in need. Even if it was 6 in the morning. 

Ying Zhe could only let bygones be bygones. 

Since there's no more light in Ying Zhe's eyes. His breath softens, then, stops abruptly. That was his last breath in this world. 

Ying Zhe passed away by cardiac arrest at the young age of 27. 

Then from his body, came out a light of wisp that shoot directly to the sky towards unkown. Not minding the concrete ceiling. With that done, his pale body stayed there, stayed motionless alone in a bright and cold room. 

Now, Ying Zhe 'the magnificent' was nothing more than a glorious tale for people to tell in years to come.