Alex or Alexander Sobreviviente was lying on a neatly trimmed patch of grass. It was far from his king-sized bed in his bedroom, which was costlier than a luxury car, but it was comfortable. When he opened his eyes, he saw a bright blue sky with few clouds floating around, blocking the sun occasionally. He tried to move his hands and legs. It fields odd, his palms, which were previously soft, are rough. He tried to get up but failed as he fell back with pain etched into his chest. As he touched the part paining with his right index finger, he can feel some sort of crest that was etched onto his chest.
" Is this afterlife? Heaven? " He pauses as he contemplated
" Maybe not, there is no way in the world that I am allowed to enter the pearly gates. This must be some kind of illusion that my brain is creating to calm me as it is dying," he sighed.
He knew well that he is not a man with good virtues.
" Well, when does this all go blank? " He was thinking out loud, not worried about people thinking he was a madman.
He is going to die in few moments after all. Why care about others when you are waiting for your heart to stop after you shoot it with a bullet? He waited. The sun, which was arising at the time he woke up, moved up.
Hours passed. As time passed, all he could sense was the smell of the surrounding grass. After what he thought to be 3 hours, he tried to get up, this time he was successful. He sat on the patch of grass, seeing around him.
Around him was a neatly trimmed patch of grass that was perfectly trimmed into a circle with a diameter of 10 meters. Around the patch were trees, large and twisted trees. He could not identify them, but he could figure out that these trees were not of the fruit producing kind.
Except for the patch of grass, everything he can see is the forest that surrounded him on all sides. He stood up and looked around the patch. It was not a simple flat patch of grass. It had a crest trimmed on it. It was a circle with a radius of 5 meters. It had a seven-pointed star, all of its pointed ends ending at the circumference of the circle. At the center was an orb, it was a swirl of black, gold and silver.
" What kind of cult did I get myself involved in? " He thought out loud again
" Illuminati, maybe?". He approached the orb.
" What is this? " He lifted it up. As he lifted it up, he heard a voice in his head
" ITEM - GIFT OF THE WORLD. USES LEFT 1/1. RARITY - RELIC. ACCEPT OR REJECT."
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