The Pinnacle Of Life

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a thunderous explosion. The dark, gloomy sky brightly lit up with a flash of lightning. The hundreds of boats crossing together on Willow Lake looked like a graceful picture. A few night owls were walking by the lake, and they were all dumbfounded when they caught a glimpse of the

scene on the lake.

George Curtis was an independent media publisher, and he had several popular verified online platforms. He

usually carried a camera to take various pictures, which would then be uploaded onto his platforms. Some

money could be made by attracting online traffic. Earlier tonight, he happened to be at a random karaoke joint beside Willow Lake with a friend.

It was

midnight when they were done. He had decided to take a walk by the lake, and when a bolt of lightning

caught sight of movement in the lake.

generate more traffic to his

on hand was immediately taken out, proving itself handy. ‘So many boats

be a

I’m going for it!’

who it belonged to. Simultaneously, the rain started falling. Nonetheless, he gritted his teeth and hopped into the boat, rowing it with great difficulty, trying his hardest

to the others.

it clearly this time. There was actually a tall ship in front of him, and the hundreds

were headed towards it. Every single person standing on those smaller boats

domineering.

on the ship or something?’ George became delighted, his gut feeling telling him that this was going to be

to take his pictures at a moment’s notice. At that moment,

front. “Who

California!” The voice came again from the tall ship, “If you don’t want to die, get lost!” George was stunned. As an independent media professional, how