TheTrial

Synopsis: When the Gods Play Dice

Nile, a struggling father drowning in debt and regret, fights to keep his family afloat in a world that seems determined to break him. But when a sudden blackout engulfs his apartment, everything changes.

He wakes in chains, thrown into a gladiator’s arena where survival is the only rule. Stripped of his old life, he must fight or die. But as the battles rage on, reality begins to fracture—one moment, he’s dodging arrows on a medieval battlefield; the next, he’s hunted by AI in a dystopian wasteland. Each world twists into a nightmarish reflection of his past failures, forcing him to question what is real and what is merely part of a cruel, divine game.

As Nile struggles to survive, he makes a chilling discovery: belief shapes reality. The world bends to his thoughts, and the rulers he faces are echoes of the men who once controlled his fate. The king, the tyrant above him, is more than just an oppressor—he is a reflection of Nile’s real-life struggles. And if Nile can endure, if he can win, he will be granted a wish-his one chance to return home.

But the gods are watching. The game is rigged. And if Nile cannot break the cycle, he may never escape at all.

When the Gods Play Dice

And the battle of the 20 survivors begins.

The battle of the 20 survivors rages below—blood-stained sand, bodies collapsing, the crowd roaring for more.

He stands on his royal balcony, fingers tightening on the golden railing. The noise of the arena fades, replaced by a voice—whispering, taunting, familiar.

"You were nothing once. Do you remember?"

The voice belongs to Zeraphis, the God of Chance, the unseen force that had been watching him all along.

Greg remembers the prison.

And then—he woke up here.

No explanation. No transition. Just one reality collapsing into another.

Zeraphis muses. "You have what he was meant to have—the intelligence, the strength, the endurance. But I gave you something extra."

Greg exhales, gripping his forehead.

"You want to rule, but a true ruler needs a legacy. Yet, no matter how many wives you take, you remain without an heir. Do you know why?"

Greg clenches his jaw. He knows.

There is a divine law—outsiders cannot bear children in this world. The gods have cursed them.

"But I can change that for you," Zeraphis whispers. "Win the war across the seven kingdoms. Secure the table of gods. Rewrite the rules themselves."

The thought plants itself deep in Greg's mind.

He has wealth, power, and women, but without an heir, his rule will die with him.

A flash—not a memory, but something else.

A burning city. Screams. The sky, cracked open. A king—himself? No, someone else.

A voice, distant, barely above a whisper:

"You will never escape this, Greg."

He gasps and blinks. The vision is gone.

Greg staggers back slightly, his breath unsteady. His hand presses against the railing, knuckles white. The images linger—too real, too vivid. Was it a memory? A prophecy? A warning?

For a brief moment, doubt seeps into his mind. What if this world is just another cage? What if he isn't truly in control?

He shakes his head violently, pushing the thought away. No. He is King. He will rule. He will win.

His grip steadies, his posture straightens, and the flicker of uncertainty vanishes beneath his practiced arrogance.

Stepping away from the balcony, he summons his guards.

"Send invitations to the other kingdoms. Let them witness the final battle—and see that I will soon rule them all."

Chapter 16: The Battle of 20 Survivors & A God’s Whisper