1 Human Scum got washed with lightning

"Dear user, external interference is observed"

"Ughh…"

Will let out a groan as he saw the notification on the screen and lowered the game volume and heard his dad calling out to him.

"Are you sure you don't want to come out to dine with your mother and me?"

Not giving even a bit of thought to the question, he increased the volume again and replied.

"No doubt about it, Dad, I'm in the middle of an adventure this is very critical to me."

His father closed the front door with a weary shrug and shook his head before walking out. In the end, they gave up on convincing their son to live a more fulfilling life. Will has given up on everything since graduating from college and is content to spend his time in his room playing computer games.

Will exemplifies what it means to be a Neet in every way. A bum, an unemployed son who, at the age of thirty, is still living at home with his parents. I don't have a job, any friends, or a girlfriend at the moment. A video gaming addict, he spends the majority of the day in front of his computer.

As far as he knows, their family has a good life. He isn't filthy rich, but with the money they now have, he can really afford it and doesn't have to work to support himself and his family.

A three-story house in a posh middle-class area serves as their home base. Will got the room on the top floor as a result of his parents' lavish treatment. His only connection to the outside world is through the window of his home, which he maintains as a recluse. Next to that window, he installed his top-of-the-line, extremely expensive computer system and one of the best virtual pods available for consumer use. When the need to see the outside world strikes him, he will only take a little break from his computer and look outside for a few moments before returning to it.

On this particular day, it was a little different. A massive storm appears to have sprung almost out of thin air. At one moment it's bright and sunny, then at the next, it's gloomy and breezy. After an hour, the city was engulfed in thunderclaps and gale-force winds.

Being the gamer that he is, and with the audio volume on his headset set to the maximum, Will is completely oblivious to what is going on in the world around him.

There are an unlimited number of universes in the vast expanse of outskirts of the universe, which we commonly refer to as multiverse. A thin layer of God particles serve as a barrier between the two worlds. Through the strand of time, this myriad of universes passes through their ordained path. It happens every now and then when something extraordinary occurs.

Despite Will's ignorance, this day also happens to be the day when two of the infinite dimensions come together in perfect alignment.

In the sky right above Will's house, a violet lightning bolt flashed. As if fate decreed, the lightning bolt stuck will's home.

Compared to past era of Computer gaming and pixelated Virtual goggles, technology in the twenty-second century is significantly different. Japan has pioneered the development of full virtual drive immersion, which is currently widely used for home entertainment and player-based video games worldwide.

In order to use his VR module, Will must be interconnected to a pod called virtual pod, where the user lies down and a small injector needle inserts itself into the back of the user's neck through a socket given to everyone during childhood.

When the lightning struck his apartment, it passed through walls mysteriously and hit the Virtual pod, and passed through it and entered into Will's body through the injector and into his brain.

Without even giving him time to scream in pain or anything, his brain froze and body went limp as the pod lit up in flames and smoke. The last thing he saw was the game system congratulating him and everything went dark.

At age of twenty-eight, will smith, a Neet, died due to rarest circumstances in the whole multiverse.

Later on, his parents sued the company responsible for manufacturing the virtual pod and got millions of dollars in compensation for their son's death. At least his death had a meaningful end to it.