Accidentally A Trillionth

A choice to make

Days? Months? Years?

He had no idea, but it felt as if he was locked up in a dark cell, with no place or entry or escape. No lights or anyone around.

Was that his punishment? Was that how the afterlife was? So miserable too. Or was it just his life been miserable even in death?

He couldn't remain that way. He shouldn't allow his life be so ruined. He shot his eyes opened and began swimming around for a way out.

To find a way out was his goal. He swam around, but to no avail. He was in a place of nothingness.

"Help!!" He cried out and shut his eyes tight as he felt being drawn more into darkness. "No!!!" He screamed.

Waking up to a bright light stoned on his face, Richard groaned and shut his eyes, falling his head back to what felt so soft.

He shot his eyes opened and gasped, finally taking note of where he was. The last thing he remembered was falling into the river after being pushed down by a car.

How did he end up in a big room, with a massive bed, big enough to take five people. The room had a grey couch. The curtains were dark blue, the bedspread, was grey, same color with the couch. The floor was well tiled with 3D tiles.

The room was one he had never seen before except in the internet. A drip was connected to his wrist. There was a machine beeping beside him and even though the room smelled a bit of medicine, the air purifier helped to reduce it.

"Where am I?" He questioned, confused about how he got there in the first place.

The door suddenly opened and a young nurse walked in. Seeing him awake, she gasped out loud and rushed over to his side.

"Master, you shouldn't moved. You are still weak and wounded." She tried to make him lay down back, but he was concerned about knowing where he was first.

"Where am I? How did I get here?"

Surely, he wasn't in the hospital even though there was a life support. It felt as though he was in a hospital where all those things were made ready.

"You are in your house, master. I am the nurse assigned to take care of you while you were still unconscious."

"What are you talking about? I don't have a block let alone a house. This is not my house."

"It is, master. Please do not move much and lay down back." She advised and went closer to examine him. He was still weak and most of his wounds weren't healed. Infact, they were infected by the time she was invited over to the house with the doctor.

But compared to two weeks ago, he was in a much better shape.

"I will go inform everyone that you are awake now."

"Wait don't leave first. I need to know where I am." He called back but she was long gone. He was supposed to be dead but suddenly woke up in a big room with a nurse claiming that he owned the house? What was going on?

The door was pushed opened, distracting him. His eyes fell on the lady who would be around her late twenties and an older man around his sixties, who walked in.

They both bowed their heads with their palm on another, resting beneath their chest. A polite manner.

"We are here to serve you master."

The more he was left in confusion.

"I am Fred, the butler and one in charge of your home, sire." The older man introduced.

"I am Yvonne, your personal assistant. I am available to provide all your needs sir."

"What the hell is going on? I am not your master. You must have gotten the wrong person." He half yelled, getting frustrated with everything going on.

"You don't have to worry master. They are your personal servants." A pretty woman, who would be in her early forties, said in a deep, silvery voice, walking into the room and commanding attention each time her heels touch the floor. "You just woke you and shouldn't stress yourself yet or you might complicate your health even more."

She walked to the bed and bowed her head forcing his eyes to widen even more. The rich woman with the powerful aura was bowing to him. Words got lost in his mouth.

"What is going on?"

"I can't explain it all to you right now but all I have to tell you is this," she started and went on. "A game was played. A game that is been played every five years between rich and powerful people. It is a game to determine the next ruler of the abyss. A game where there are no rules and lives are being cut short. A game where everyone can be treated as garbage no matter how rich they are. A game of greed, betrayal, hunger for power, and blood."

"What are you talking about? How am I involved?"

"Well, that still baffles me. The game is meant for the rich, like I said earlier, and you were nothing close to it last two weeks. You somehow mistakenly got involved and won without trying, making you the new king of the abyss."

"Can you make this easier to understand? The last thing I remembered was being pushed down the edge of the bridge and the car that had hit me, bursted out to flames. That's the last thing I remembered. So, when was the game played? Was it by me trying to end my life or falling into the river?"

She sighed deeply and said with almost no sympathy, "That was my husband in that burning car. He should have been declared the winner but he died. The game was on and my husband in that car was among the participant. Infact, he had gotten hold of the RING OF SUPREMACY, but ended up losing it anyway. It somehow fell into your hand."

It was all too much to understand. Abyss, ring, game? What the hell was she talking about?

"What is this Abyss about?"

"That is not for me to answer. You will understand what is going on soon enough, but first, you need to answer this important question." She looked at his fingers and smiled.

Following her gaze, he finally noticed the ring. The ring she called the ring of supremacy.

She went on, "It is a simple question that needs a quick answer. That powerful ring, do you want it to remain on your finger and you say hello to a world of wealth. Wealth that would never run dry, or, you pull it off and you say welcome to six feet below the ground?"

The last question came with coldness and her eyes, glaring with danger, as her smile faded. "You have five minutes to choose."

He had wanted death from the beginning. But, was that what he wanted that moment? A hard choice to make.

"I choose......."