Leo Frost, the youngest son of a billionaire, lived a life of luxury. Naturally, with his family's immense wealth, he never bothered to finish school. Instead, he spent his time doing whatever he pleased—playing basketball, partying, and indulging in various lifestyles. Despite not completing formal education, Leo was far from uneducated. His father made sure of that by hiring private tutors—each an expert in their field—ensuring Leo received a top-tier education even without a diploma.
Being the son of a billionaire came with both privilege and discipline. Leo excelled in numerous activities: racing, skiing, swimming, biking, and most notably, martial arts. Martial arts was his greatest passion, and his fascination with swords deepened his love for light novels, where he admired heroes who wielded blades with unmatched skill.
Now, at twenty-five, Leo stood at the edge of a plane, ready to jump. Skydiving was his next thrilling adventure—another way to chase the rush of life he had always craved.
His appearance could only be described as strikingly beautiful—well-defined muscles paired with pure white hair, a trademark of their family. Every member of the Frost family, from his siblings to his parents, shared the same distinctive white hair.
"Are the cameras ready?" Leo asked the four people with him, all preparing to jump from the plane.
"They've been ready for a while now—it's already confirmed," replied one of the men, a black-haired friend of his.
"That's good. This is gonna be fun for sure," Leo said with a grin.
The other four smiled as well. These were his closest friends, the ones who were always by his side whenever he sought thrill and excitement like this.
"Leo, I heard you didn't tell your family about this?" asked the red-haired man, who looked about the same age as Leo.
"How did you know?" Leo asked, surprised. "Wait—did Mark tell you?"
The red-haired man just shrugged. "You always do things like this before asking them. That's wrong, Leo."
Then the black-haired man chuckled. "Yeah, you really are a bad child, Leo."
"Tsk, shut up! Can you stop ruining our fun?" Leo replied, rolling his eyes as the other two burst out laughing.
"Well, anyway, let's go already!" said the other friend, the one with yellow hair, eager to jump.
Leo smiled to himself, glancing at his friends. All of them came from wealthy families—just like him. That was how they met in the first place. Truly, birds of a feather flock together.
They walked together toward the open door of the plane, ready to jump, with Leo standing in the middle.
"Same formation as always, right?" Kai, the green-haired man, asked with an excited grin.
"Yeah, yeah, you always say that, Kai," John replied, chuckling.
"I'm sure this will become our favorite thing," Kai added confidently.
Leo stood at the center, his white hair gleaming under the sunlight. To his right was John, the black-haired one; to his left, Alex with his fiery red hair. Behind them was Jonny, the cheerful yellow-haired friend, and beside him stood Kai, the green-haired one.
Together, their vivid hair colors almost formed a rainbow—each of them unique, yet perfectly in sync, just like their friendship.
The plane soared more than 10,000 feet above the ground.
"Let's go! Wooooah!" Leo shouted before leaping out first, the wind roaring past him. John and Alex followed right after, while Jonny and Kai jumped together, their laughter blending with the rush of air.
"This is awesome!" Leo yelled, though none of them could hear him over the wind. They each started showing off their own moves midair — Alex pretended to walk on air while Kai mimicked swimming, both laughing as they fell through the clouds.
This is so much fun, Leo thought, gazing at the vast landmasses below. We have to do this again. No way I'm passing on something this amazing.
He spread his arms wide, taking a few cool poses as he descended, grinning at the thrill. Even at twenty-five, his parents often reprimanded him for being reckless — which was exactly why he hadn't told them about this skydiving trip.
Still, as the ground slowly approached, Leo couldn't help but laugh. "Wooooaaaah!" he shouted again, completely lost in the adrenaline rush.
As they descended lower and lower, the altimeter on Leo's watch kept beeping rapidly, showing their decreasing altitude. One by one, his friends deployed their parachutes, colorful canopies opening beautifully against the blue sky.
But Leo's wouldn't open.
"What the…? What the fuck?!" he shouted, pulling the cord again and again in panic. Nothing happened.
A chilling realization hit him like a splash of cold water. Am I… going to die here? Me?
Above him, his friends screamed his name. "Leo! Open it! Pull the cord again!" Their voices were filled with panic, but the rushing wind drowned them out. They could only watch helplessly as Leo continued to fall, plummeting faster toward the earth.
Leo's breathing slowed. His struggling hands stopped. A strange calm washed over him as he turned his back to the ground and looked up one last time. Through the clear visors of their helmets, he could see it—his friends were crying.
"Ah… damn," Leo muttered with a faint smile. "So this is it, huh? Guess I really should've listened to Mom and Dad… Always nagging about my reckless behavior."
The ground rushed closer. He closed his eyes, the wind howling in his ears.
"...Virgin."
That was his final thought before everything went black.