The chest didn’t open. It dissolved . The obsidian peeled back like burnt skin, revealing not loot, but a portal. A swirling vortex of gem fragments, each one screaming with a different color—red for rubies, blue for sapphires, green for emeralds. And at the center, a cold, white diamond that pulsed like a heartbeat.
Not the gems. Himself.
By the third day, the gems stopped being currency. They became a language . Each gem he consumed whispered a memory into his skull. A ruby smelled like his mother’s burnt toast. A sapphire felt like the first time he rode a bike without training wheels. An emerald tasted like the rain on his tenth birthday. Limited Edition RePack By RG Revenants Unlimited Gems
But for the first time in seven days, the streetlight outside wasn't flickering. The cereal in his bowl was just cereal. And his thumbs—for the first time in years—didn't hurt. The chest didn’t open
He had nothing. No gear. No rank. No gems. A swirling vortex of gem fragments, each one