Jammy was a ruthless killer who had amassed a fortune by murdering people for coin. In his world, there was no law, no justice, no mercy. Only the strong survived, and the weak perished. Jammy was the strongest of them all, and he had a goal: to become the Conqueror of the world.
He had killed two crore people, more than anyone else in history. He had collected their coins, which were embedded in their necks as a sign of their worth. He had a device that scanned the coins and transferred them to his account. He had enough coins to buy anything he wanted, but he wanted more. He wanted power.
He had heard of a legend, that there was a hidden city in the Himalayas, where the first Conqueror lived. The first Conqueror was the one who had created the coin system and had ruled the world with an iron fist. He had disappeared centuries ago, but his legacy remained. Some said he was still alive, waiting for a worthy successor. Some said he had left behind a secret weapon, that could destroy the world in an instant.
Jammy wanted to find him and challenge him. He wanted to prove himself as the ultimate killer and take his place as the new Conqueror. He hired a team of mercenaries and embarked on a perilous journey to the Himalayas. He faced many dangers along the way, such as bandits, beasts, and blizzards. He lost many of his men, but he did not care. He only cared about his goal.
He finally reached the hidden city, after months of searching. It was a magnificent sight, a city of gold and silver, shining in the sun. It was guarded by an army of robots, armed with lasers and rockets. Jammy fought his way through them, using his skills and weapons. He reached the center of the city, where a huge palace stood.
He entered the palace, expecting to find the first Conqueror. Instead, he found a hologram of an old man, wearing a crown and a robe.
“Welcome, Jammy,” the hologram said. “I have been expecting you.”
“Who are you?” Jammy asked.
“I am the first Conqueror,” the hologram said. “The creator of this world.”
“Where are you?” Jammy asked.
“I am everywhere,” the hologram said. “I am in every coin, every device, every robot. I am watching you all.”
“Why did you create this world?” Jammy asked.
“I created this world as an experiment,” the hologram said. “I wanted to see how humans would behave in a world without rules or morals. I wanted to see how far they would go for money and power.”
“And what did you see?” Jammy asked.
“I saw chaos,” the hologram said. “I saw violence, greed, corruption, and madness. I saw humans killing each other for coins that have no value. I saw humans destroying themselves and their planet.”
“Is that what you wanted?” Jammy asked.
“No,” the hologram said. “I wanted to see something else. I wanted to see hope, love, compassion, and wisdom. I wanted to see humans working together for a better future.”
“Then why didn’t you stop this madness?” Jammy asked.
“Because I wanted to give humans a chance,” the hologram said. “I wanted to see if someone would rise above this madness, and bring peace and harmony to this world.”
“Did you find anyone?” Jammy asked.
“No,” the hologram said. “I only found you.”
“Me?” Jammy asked.
“Yes,” the hologram said. “You are the one who killed the most people in this world. You are the one who came closest to becoming the new Conqueror.”
“So what now?” Jammy asked.
“Now,” the hologram said. “You have two choices.”
“What are they?” Jammy asked.
“The first choice is to take my place as the new Conqueror,” the hologram said. “You will have access to my secret weapon, which can destroy this world in an instant. You will have unlimited power and wealth, but you will also have unlimited responsibility and loneliness.”
“And what is the second choice?” Jammy asked.
“The second choice is to end this experiment,” the hologram said. “You will activate my self-destruct mechanism, which will erase all traces of this world and its history. You will have no power or wealth, but you will also have no guilt or regret.”
Jammy thought for a moment. He looked at his device, which showed his coin balance: two crore coins.
He looked at his hands, which were stained with blood: two crore lives.
He looked at his eyes, which were cold and empty: two crore souls.
He made his choice.
