Mark's eyes felt heavier than a neutron star's gravity, with each passing second it was becoming harder and harder to open them.

He groaned, feeling like he had a black hole in his stomach from exhaustion.

The week had been so long and it was taking a toll on his body.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pricked his shoulders, and the straps holding him became tight. His head jerked backward, digging painfully into his seat.

'Shit!'

Mark could only curse in his head as he felt the starship he was on diving towards the atmosphere like there was no tomorrow.

"It's the end! Everything is over!"

Mark strained his tense neck muscles to turn his head and glance at his partner in this delivery order.

The pilot, the old Olivander, was screaming out like a supernova gone haywire as drool leaked out of his mouth.

His eyes were as wide as an over-inflated space balloon, and red veins made them look like they were quite nasty.

'Damn, my goddam luck!'

Mark could only curse himself.

Earlier when he got to know this old man, he had heard him complain about how he had been diagnosed with a terminal illness.

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Something along the lines of sleeping with a glowing woman that drained his vitality.

It hadn’t mattered to him that much as it was a common tale among the delivery company.

Even then, he should have been more careful.

Mark knew the old pilot was about as stable as a tower of empty pizza boxes, but he allowed him to take the controls because he was just too tired to deal with it himself.

'Now I can only regret.'

The old man seemed to have blasted off to a galaxy far, far away from sanity, a manic grin plastered on his face as the ship's cockpit crystal started being surrounded by red flames.

The red glow only made his expression seem even more crazed.

"Don't worry!"

Olivander, having noticed Mark's expression (he was actually crying with snot covering his nose), started shouting at Mark.

"Once we die and depart from this hell, we will be reborn into the chocolate world!"

The old man paused dramatically, only to erupt into an even more crazed laugh.

"Then, you will marry a sexy cat-eared beauty and two elves will fight for my affection!"

Mark, through a blurry haze of tears and barely breathing as his snot forced him to take long breaths from his mouth, managed to stretch out his right hand.

His arm's muscles screamed in pain, but he gritted his teeth and pushed forward.

Seconds stretched like hours as his hand slowly advanced and managed to pull the emergency automatic pilot of the starship.

"What are you doing?!"

The old man erupted in fury, his hands smacking the controls in a futile attempt to regain control of the ship.

"You are ruining everything!"

Unfortunately for both of them, the starship's automatic pilot was activated a little too late and it could only deploy the shields swiftly as it crashed into the sands of the unknown world.

As the ship hit ground, the only thing Mark could hear was ringing as his head jerked forward and something snapped on his neck.