Unfolding

Using someone from another country is riskier due to limited information and increased suspicion. It's safer to target someone within my own country, preferably without any potential successors to inherit the property.

First, I need to build an image, giving your entire inheritance to someone you haven't ever met won't be believable enough. The inheritance shouldn't be in my name either, transferring the inheritance to a charity organization under a pseudonym would be plausible. Something like that would be more realistic than giving it to some no name random. First, I need to open a trust in my name, with it I would be able to minimize the taxes as well. The one who always wins is the government, it's not the lottery winner or the property inheritors. They are the ones who get the money at the end of the day.

I don't even know if this notebook works or not. I will have to use it on someone to confirm its authentication before going to high-profile individuals.

"Now the question is, who should I kill?", If i were to kill someone high profile then there would be a thorough investigation on the case and the worst case scenario someone intelligent enough will come to bite my ass. Might as well search up some low key rich people who won't bring headlines even if they die, no wait that isn't feasible either cause if the authorities decide to check up on search keywords like these then the prime suspect would be me.

"Ughhhh! this is so frustrating." I let my thoughts run through my brain and then something came to my mind, if i were to use this then I would have to keep the worst scenario in my mind and use it, something like a possibility of me being a suspect. It seems my instincts are warning me to be careful.

If I can't search the target beforehand then I will just have to make do with someone I already know of. This experiment should be done to someone who isn't near to me in any way at least. I started thinking of names and people who are at least famous enough to pop up in my news feed. "Bhuwan KC, that guy has allegedly been under multiple controversial topics and is under many cases, a good for nothing director." I picked up my pen and started writing his name on the death note without a second thought. "Cause of death: Suicide after writing down all of his crimes". Now, I just have to wait until the news comes out. It's already late, it might come out tomorrow only. I stood up from my chair and went straight to bed.

...

The next day, it was the same. I woke up and got ready to go to college. After finishing my breakfast, I started checking my phone but there was no news whatsoever. "Is that guy still not dead or no one wants to dirty their newspaper by writing about a shitty person like that". I quickly picked up all of my stuff and went to college.

As I entered the classroom, I was greeted with familiar faces chattering and discussing with themselves.

"Good morning, Rei". A beautiful voice could be heard ringing into my ears. As I turned to look at the source of the voice, I could see a beautiful girl with medium long black hair and a perfectly smooth face with deep eyes added with her warm smile anyone would fall for her, an angel would be a small word for her. "Morning, Liz" I replied back in a soft tone. We have known each other for a long time, she is my very first best friend. I'm an average looking person, maybe slightly above average. I don't really have many friends which in itself is the best for me but I do have some not much but 4 close ones. I was never really a person to talk much, more like I didn't fit in this world properly. I don't know if it's cause I have read too many fantasy novels or it's cause I am delusional, I always felt magic was real, a false sense of hope I suppose. Maybe that's why I believed the DEATH NOTE was real.

Getting me out of my thoughts, she started telling me how her dog didn't let go of her. I put on a smile and listened to her ramblings, you see I don't have any problems with dogs but they seem to be aggressive seeing me so I would say I don't particularly like one but she doesn't need to know that. As she kept going on, the bell rang and classes started.

Right during the lunch break, I went outside and sat near an empty corridor and quickly ran through my phone for news. Then it happened, the man was dead, he wrote of all of his crimes too and it was published in detail. The Death Note is real.

"Kuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu"

I can't help but take a sadistic grin at this. It's all real, I have this power with me now. I can change my life. "I can be rich, Hawahwhahaha". That's the first thing that came into my mind, having all the money I can and do whatever I like that's what I believe is, TRUE FREEDOM.