"CAGH COUGHF CHUFIH". An elderly man gripped the beautiful carpet on the wall while coughing blood on the ground. The carpet was incredibly old,

400 years in fact. It told a short tale of the king who conquered the world but ended up dying on his grand bed, not even a servant coming to his side.

This was quite ironic, after all, the man currently dying on the ground was the closest thing to a true king of these modern times.

He had wealth beyond many people's imagination. His life was like a movie, from the slums of a developing country, he rose to one of the richest people in the entire world.

Stolen story; please report.

But despite all this power, all this wealth, at his dying moment, he was all alone. Not even a single servant around him.

He had so many regrets, countless events of his life flashed passed his eyes. But strangely enough, despite all the regret. He felt like if he had a chance to redo it all, he wouldn't.

Those were after all the choices he had made, no matter how inexperienced he was then, no matter how naive.

But if he did have a chance to live a peaceful life, he would choose that instead of doing his best to slave away for power and wealth.

And soon, all fell dark.

But shocking him to his core, he suddenly saw a bright and beautiful light. While he neither believed in something like god nor reincarnation, this light was so beautiful he almost decided to change that belief.