Chapter 2: God of Money
A suffocating pain in his chest, as if it had been burned from within, caused Louis to push his way through the darkness, and suddenly his eyes saw light again.
His body staggered forward, and his head collided with a strange round rock. Then a terrible headache struck him, bringing him back to life.
"Are you awake, Young Master Louis?" A kind voice broke the silence.
Louis turned his head with difficulty.
A man with a gray beard, calm eyes, and a dark blue robe looked at him from the side. Behind him were a few people looking at him.
The high ceiling, like that of a chapel or castle, was adorned with golden, red, and cyan ornaments. Floating chandeliers made of polished crystals slowly revolved, illuminating the enormous room.
On either side, many people dressed in exotic clothing sat on strange bleachers resembling those of a Roman coliseum.
The air smelled of aromatic incense.
He stood in the middle of a round structure, facing a black ball, against which he had struck his head.
His mind was filled with uncertainty and fear, not understanding what was happening.
But then a wave of memories hit him in an instant. Broken images. Broken promises. The smell of betrayal and the pain of a gunshot. The fire that seemed to burn him...