**Chapter 1: The Leap of Fate**
Hiroki Tanaka peered out of the plane's open door, questioning the sanity of jumping out of a perfectly good aircraft. The deafening hum of the engines and the distant rush of wind against the metal frame added to the surreal moment. Beside him, co-workers cheered, their excitement disheartening. "Why on earth am I doing this?" Hiroki muttered, grappling with the idea of willingly leaping into the unknown. His boss's son had just been promoted to vice president, marking this team-building skydiving trip as an unusual celebration. Nerves prickled at Hiroki's skin. As the plane climbed higher, the reality of the impending jump loomed. Despite co-workers attempting to boost his morale with encouraging words, Hiroki's mind remained locked in a battle between reason and adrenaline. Finally, the moment arrived. Five people had already taken the leap. Hiroki was about to be number six, with four team members behind him. Heart pounding, he leaped, and for a brief moment, the world blurred around him in the initial freefall that felt like an eternity. Hiroki Tanaka plummeted through the sky, counting the heart-stopping seconds before he had to pull the cord. Three… two… one. He yanked the parachute release cord, expecting the sudden jolt that would slow his descent. But nothing happened. Panic set in. The wind roared in his ears as Hiroki frantically tugged at the cord again, only to be met with a terrifying silence. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut – the chute had failed. Just as despair gripped him, he noticed a co-worker who had just jumped frantically pointing to a secondary lever on his vest. It sparked a memory from their orientation – a backup parachute. With a mix of relief and disbelief, Hiroki grasped for the secondary cord, desperately hoping it would save him from this unexpected fate. Without a moment's hesitation, Hiroki pulled the secondary cord with all the strength he could muster. The emergency chute deployed, snapping open above him. Relief flooded through him as the sudden deceleration saved him from a perilous fate. Breathing heavily, Hiroki hung suspended in the air, grateful for the twist of fate that had spared him. Thoughts of how close he had come to death raced through his mind. "I can't believe I almost bit the dust doing something this crazy," he muttered, a mix of disbelief and gratitude coursing through him. However, his sense of relief was short-lived. Over the rush of wind and the distant cheers of his co-workers, Hiroki heard a distinct tear. It sent a shiver down his spine.
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**Chapter 1, Part 2: Cursing Fate**
As Hiroki's second parachute failed, the bitter irony of his plummeting descent hung in the air. In his final moments between the heavens and the earth, he couldn't escape the realization that this day had been meticulously orchestrated for his demise. Two parachutes, a helpful co-worker—all attempts to save him had crumbled, leaving him to confront the absurdity of his fate. In those fleeting seconds, facing the inevitability of his own mortality, Hiroki made a solemn vow. "If there's a next life, fate, you'll have a reckoning." But then, a sobering thought struck him. What power did a mere mortal like him hold against the gods of Fate? As the winds whispered tales of destiny around him, Hiroki discarded the notion of revenge. Instead, a defiant spirit sparked within him. What if he could challenge Fate itself? In his final prayer, he beseeched whoever or whatever defied Fate's whims, pledging himself as a loyal servant, ready to undertake any task necessary to dismantle the very fabric of destiny. Hiroki couldn’t help but let out a bitter chuckle. ‘Skydiving sucks,’ he thought to himself. He smiled wryly and closed his eyes. For an instant, Hiroki heard loud screams then his soul departed from this world.