Every people life created in this world are not create equally .
And the example of it was none other than , Ryuji Takashima .
The rain all over the Tokyo make it more cleaner than ever .
But In 72 nd Floor of Takashima Tower , was even more cleaner than expected , girls in bikinis , politician and other influence people drinking in smoke filled lounge . There was man holding a amber whiskey glass looking at the street and skyline .
" Mr , Takashima , what a party , you organized . " One of men said
" It is nothing , just a little bit of showing off I guess . " He replied while holding glass.
In front of the table , there was contract lying open - an arms shipment disguised as agricultural equipment . It was worth enough to feed an whole prefecture or arm a small army .
Ryuji signed without a hesitation.
" Another fortune in your pocket " murmured
the man on his right - a Yakuza intermediary with snake tattoo crawling on his neck .
" Another nail in some else's coffins " He replied flaty sliding the papers .
The elevator dinged .
The three men in black suit stepped outside
Then came a woman who he hadn't seen in years - Mizuki Hayama .
A long black hair tied into nonsense ponytail.
She wore a police trench coat , her badge glinting under chandelier. Her eyes locked onto him as the same when she used to watch him cook in her apartment.
" Ryuji Takashima " She said voice low but carrying across the room ." You're under arrest for illegal arm supplies and trafficking, money laundering and conspiracies to commit terrorism ."
The room went dead silent .
One of the Ryuji 's Bodyguards stepped forward but lifted his hand . " Mizuki ..... Still beautiful as ever. And still pretending in your little justice that world will play by your rules."
She didn't flinched, " Still pretending that everything you touch or sees will become yours , supporting criminals and telling other people you have a soul ."
She put cuff in his hand, cuff were cold around his hands but it didn't stay last long .
Twenty four hours later , Ryuji was siting in his penthouse suite .
A charge had evaporated , witness vanished , evidence were unavailable and judges were bought , everything was under his control like a child game .
He think ..
" Indeed , this world wasn't created equally. Power is all that matters , Money always talks for him. "
He poured another glass of whiskey looking at rain streaked glass . Thinking about Mizuki words . Her word echoed in his head
Still pretending I have a soul .
Five Years Later ....
The auction hall at cathedra for greed - glittering gown , diamond cufflinks and champagne tower . Ryuji was stood at the center of it - a wolf in the sea of sheep selling of the bankrupt shipping triple of it worth.
The gavel struck " Sold to Mr Takashima "
Poltie applause rippled . Ryuji faintly smiled . Another acquisition, another brick to his empire . Just another way of showing his power .
The ,he saw a grey suit man , wait for some own at the exit .A grey suit watching him with kind gaze that didn't belong at a party .
The man smile . He was thin , joyless .
The man took his gun and bam .
Ryuji bared registered the glint of metal before the first shot tore his chest .
The champagne tower toppled , People screamed . His security swarmed but the assassin already melt into chaos .
Ryuji collapsed against the white marble that turned into red with his warm blood that soaking in his new tailored suit. His breath came in short , ragged gasps .
The chandelier above him blurred then split into one , two , three darkness closing .
Somewhere in darkness come , calm, unhurried and amazingly amuse
[ Your life was filled with greed and corruption ]
[ Your wealth couldn't save you . Your power couldn't protect you . ]
[ Would you like to try again? ]
Ryuji wanted to laugh , another deal ? Even at death's door ?
" ... And what cost ? " he rasped .
[ Every choice you make has it own consequences. Choose poorly and you will lose it again ]
The darkness swallow him whole .
....
Ryuji gasped awake .
The smell of the instant ramen hit his nose first. Then the faint mildew in the corner of the cheap apartment.
He sat on the futon laid over the creaking wooden board . His chest was whole . No blood , No gunshoot wound .
He went near the mirror and there was reflection of the stranger - leaner , younger ,
rough stubble on his jaws , dark hair in the need of cut .
Before he could speak a glowing screen appear in the midair .
[ The Choice System Activated . ]
Current Status: Broke , Jobless , Unknown to enemies
Tutorial Objective : Make your first choice within 24 hour .
A knock rattled the door .
When he opened , the last person he expected to see to stood there - Mizuki Hayama .
Her ponytail was shorter now . Her coat replaced by a casual sweater , jeans and a faint scent of jasmine soap . She held a paper bag for groceries .
For a moment , she just blinked at him ,
" Takumi ? You okay ? You look like you've seen a ghost or something . "
Takumi ?
Then a smaller figure peeked from her behind - a girl with big brown eyes and two braids.
" This is my neighbor " Mizuki told her daughter with little smile . " Airi , say hello "
" Hi " Airi chirped waving .
The Choice System pinged again .
[ Choice Detected ]
A : Ignore them ,close the door .Focus on making money immediately .
< -Future Outcome - Rich , Alone , Died at 50.
B: Offer to help carry groceries,Gain Initial trust
<- Future Outcome - Path to Family , Eventual weath unlocked .
Time Limit : 30 Seconds
Ryuji stared at Mizuki's wary eyes
This is insane . Mizuki , a only person in the whole world who Ryuji genuinely cared and love . And the person who make him cry when she left .... Fate has given him an another chance to be with her ...
Ryuji thought this is insane . But so was dying at 38 .
" I'll help you with those . " He finally taking bag from her hands .
[ Choice Confirmed :+ 5 Trust Points ( Mizuki ) , + 3 Affection Point ( Airi ) ]
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Ryuji looked at the Mizuki with a lot of affection in his eyes . He want to hug her , open his arm wrap around her waist and kiss.
But he thought first he have to be worthy for her affection to love and to be loved .
And for the first time in years Ryuji Takashima - a billionaire , kingmaker , untouchable tycoon - carrued groceries
into a woman's small apartment wondering if maybe ,just maybe - this second chance was worth a price .