The First Trial

"Where….am...I?"

Max found himself lying on a bed. The place seemed very familiar to him. He couldn't possibly forget his own bedroom can he?

"What's going on? I was going to enter the trial. This…"

Max couldn't understand the situation.  At this moment, Max heard a voice.

"You really don't understand anything, Human?"

Max immediately jumped down the bed and rolled around before taking a defensive figure.

"Who are you? Show yourself." Max commanded.

The air distorted and a black colored miasma emerged out of thin air. It soon formed a blurry face with two eyes, a nose, and a mouth.

Max looked at the floating head and felt something off.

"You should have several questions in your head. I will answer you for them."

"First if you are wondering, whether this is reality or not? Then this is a reality. As for why you are here?"

" Because you are dead."

"What do you mean?", Max asked with a frown.