Alex looked into the orb as he sat beside it. Every time he touched the orb, he heard a voice. A cold, emotionless voice. It sounded like a robot. He touched it again, and the voice repeated.
" ITEM - GIFT OF THE WORLD. USES LEFT 1/1. RARITY - RELIC. ACCEPT OR REJECT." Alex kicked the ground in anger.
He should've been gone for good by now, dead in a government mortuary. But here he is, living in the middle of nowhere. His surroundings seemed unnatural.
Alexander sobreviviente or Alex for short, is the son of Jonathan Sobreviviente, the 2nd generation business tycoon of the Sobreviviente industries. His father was the eldest son of the most successful person of the 20th century, the one and only Alfred Sobreviviente.
The old man was everything that a man wants to be. He was a soldier by 18. He participated in both of the world wars. He retired at 43 as a Colonel in the Spanish army, migrated to California and started a grocery store. He expanded it to all parts of the world in 3 years. Fell in love with a young woman by 27, who later turned out to be a member of Italian royalty. Became royalty after marriage, had kids.
He expanded his field of business into various other sectors. By the time Alex's father took over, the Sobreviviente industries was the biggest corporation that the world has ever seen. But the fate was different for the successor. Jonathan, sobreviviente was a spoiled kid, by the time he was born, his father was the richest man in the world and a member of Italian royalty. He was not trained in managing the corporation. He led the company to bankruptcy under 2 decades.
The Sobreviviente family had to face criticism that they never thought of facing. The corporation was in deep dept, they even could not pay salaries to their employees. Various cases were charged against them. Alex could not bear all of the criticism and mental pressure.
It all happened in an instance. That day He was out of his mansion, which was fortunately not sealed by the court. He was only out because he wanted to pay respects at his grandfather's grave on his 80th birthday. But when he reached his grandfather's grave, he saw that people had destroyed it in anger.
He was heartbroken, he gathered himself back up and moved out of the cemetery. As he moved out press surrounded him, mics pointed towards him.
" Mr. Sobreviviente, how does it feel to rob the poor? " Asked a female reporter.
" Will your father pay his employees the money they should be paid? " Asked an aged male reporter with a sarcastic tone.
He had enough; he and his family had suffered enough. He had his licensed revolver from his pocket. It was small one but powerful. In an Instant he pulled it out and shot it into his heart. He felt the cold as the warmth escaped his body.
As he recalled, his eyes filled with tears. He looked at the surrounding and at the orb as he thought out again,
" Where am I? What is this place? What is this symbol? What does gift of the world mean? " He tried to calm himself, but anger burst out of him. He shouts out into the sky in pure rage,
" Why am I still alive?!"
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