In a white room suffocated by the smell of anaesthetic and the empty consolations of shallow “friends” lay a dead man. The man was dead in all meanings of the word except for the fact that he was still breathing. With lifeless eyes he surveyed the white room around him and the faces of those who have come to give him their condolences

“So empty” the man thought. Those words referred to both the pristine white hospital room as well as the words of those who call themselves his friends.

If they were his friends then where were they when he truly needed them, when he was battered and bleeding calling for help. No friends do not abandon you when things get rough, friends do not leave you for dead to save their own hides.

And that was the reality of the situation this man, Riki, had come to.

Once he was the most prodigious boxer in history holding an undefeated record of over 1000 fights and never losing a single one. At the age of 17 he earned his first championship belt and he kept it for the rest of his career up until now at the age of 25.

However even being the prodigious boxer he is he could do nothing when he was walking down a street with his fake friends only to be confronted by a group of 50 hoodlums. Now while this was a situation he could deal with the problem came when one of the hoodlums pulled out a handgun and turned the whole situation around.

At the mere sight of the handgun and overwhelming odds his so called friends immediately turned tail and ran away leaving Riki at gunpoint all alone surrounded by thugs.

Unable to fight back Riki endured being beaten half to death by them until the police arrived but it was too late.

After he was sent to the emergency room and Riki regained consciousness he was told the bad news that both of his legs had multiple fractures and he would be crippled, unable to walk for the rest of his life.

Riki never had anything for as long as he could remember. Being born an orphan with no idea of his own parent’s identities he was further ostracised at the orphanage he was staying at due to his piercing green eyes and large stature for his age. When he was finally adopted he thought maybe his luck would turn around but his hopes were instantly squashed by the reality. The couple who had adopted him were nutcases who were constantly getting drunk and doping on drugs. They only wanted a kid as an errand boy and Riki’s natural endurance made him the perfect candidate.

Faced with constant abuse from the father and neglect from the mother Riki’s world slowly turned grey.

Once Riki entered into high school he was instantly made a target for bullies who saw his poor clothing and different looks. So stuck between a rock and a hard place Riki had no refuge from violence at home nor outside.

One day when Riki was 13 he decided that he had enough. As soon as the bullies had started their usual routine of cornering him and beating him senseless he fought back. Like a berserker he used his built up endurance to fight and win against a group of 5 bullies. It was in the middle of him releasing his pent up fury that he realised, he was smiling.

Once he started fighting back his heart began pumping faster and faster and the colour of his world started to come back to him. It was at this moment he knew what he liked best.

Riki discovered that he was a battle junkie.

So faced with the current situation he became incredibly depressed. Not at being unable to walk but Riki was mortified that he would be unable to enjoy his only passion in life which was to fight.

Furthermore while Riki was aware that the so called friends of his were only hanging around him because he was famous he thought they would at least have a little more backbone and fight. Riki despises cowards.

The words of those around him whether they be doctors or others were just white noise to him. He has nothing left he may as well have died. In fact he would feel better if he just died.

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Just as he was thinking such things a strange sensation washed over him. As if time had stopped he could no longer hear the white noise of people and his vision was being engulfed by blinding white light.

When the light had died town Riki opened his eyes and noticed that the people around him were no longer there. Not only that but the entire hospital room he was just in was also gone and all that he could see was a white space surrounding him.

“Yo, you all right there?” suddenly a weird distorted voice rung out from all around.

Riki couldn’t make any sense of this situation, he was obviously just in a hospital room but now he is in a strange white space and he is hearing voices?

“Oi don’t ignore me that’s very rude after all Riki.”

“Huh! Who’s there, where am I, what’s going on right now?”

“Hello I’m god, this is my house and right now you are talking to me!”

“EH! No way. There is no way this is happening. Ah I must be getting delusional, but to think losing my ability to fight puts me in such a state. Maybe I have a problem after all.”

“No no no this is very much happening and I would appreciate it if you gave me some time to explain.”

“Ok well voice in my head I suppose it couldn’t hurt so go ahead and explain.”

“Ok thanks a lot. First I would like to explain your current situation. As of now your real body has been crippled for life and you will never fight again but you already know this to I will further explain. I have brought you here to offer you a second chance at the price of your current life. You see a group of my followers on a certain world have petitioned me to give them a hero to fight their enemy but I’m no good with troublesome things like creating heroes, too much work. Therefore the idea hit me as I was thinking of what to do is why not just send some poor sod over instead. And it just so happens that I chose you so be happy.”

Whether it be a brief moment of insanity or something else Riki was compelled to believe what the mysterious voice in his head was telling him. And so Riki decided to take everything at face value and accept it as truth.

“So what you’re saying is that you want to end my current life and send my soul or whatever to some random world to fight some random enemy. With that logic it should mean that if I accept this I will be able to fight again right?”

“Yes that is the case. Also as an apology for your inconvenience I will equip you with some bonuses that will ensure you are not instantly killed by the beings in that world. Be warned that some of them are quite strong.”

“HAHAHA! This is perfect, it’s not like I have anything to loose anyway I’m as good as dead so this is definitely perfect. I accept but are there any details I should know about this world I will be going to.”

“I’m glad you have accepted and as for the details of the world I can tell you 2 things. The first is that this is a world of swords and magic where various races live. The second is the fact that even though I’m sending you at my followers request you are not bound in any way to them so once you are there you may do as you wish.”

“Just the idea of being able to fight again makes my blood boil! I thank you whoever you are for doing such a thing.”

“Don’t mind me, this is just a way of avoiding my responsibility in a way. So I will send you over now, good luck!”

Once the mysterious being naming itself as god finished those words the blinding white light returned causing Riki to shut his eyes again only to open them to a world more colourful than he had ever seen before.