Past Life Gamer

Chapter 1 Life Until Death

People would call my life a curse. But that isn't what I call it I call it a testament to my life. I think as I bleed out on the ground with a knife sticking out of my chest. "Well one last thing to do before I die." I mumble lifting a tablet over my head then throw it down smashing it. "No more victims for you, you piece of crap." I whispered as my life flashed before my eyes.

It started when my parents abandoned me in front of a foster home I don't remember much about the foster home, but I do remember 2 incidences. The first was when I found a cursed object. The second was the day my friend died.

The day I found the cursed object was when I was 4 years old. I was simply digging in the back yard during recess. I enjoyed digging holes as a kid if you would have gone in the yard of the fosters home you would see several thousand holes scattered thought the yard. But the hole I was currently digging wasn't empty in fact it held the very bane of my existence in it. After a few inches into the ground I saw something shinning in the hole. Figuring that someone had dropped something in my hole I reached down and grabbed it. What I pulled up was a ring with horseshoe on the top of it. I studied it for a bit in the palm of my hand. At least until it started to glow, and they're was a sudden pain in my hand. I tried to drop the ring, but it didn't fall so when I tried puling at it the ring seemed to sink into my hand. It fully disappeared into my hand in a second. When it was gone I dropped to the ground unconscious.

It took a week before I regained consciousness. When I woke I was smack dab in the middle of an unknown war of cursed objects. My object was called Luck Stealer but unlike other cursed objects mine bound itself to my soul. It caused a lot of problems for the orphanage but since they didn't want any one to find out about their war the orphanage remained unharmed. It went on for several years several people came to try and adopt me but would end up hurting them selves before they even walked through the door. While on the other hand I made the orphanage money by going and buying lottery tickets even guessing lottery numbers at restaurants.

But the good times only last so long one year when there was a lull in visitors it happened. One of my oldest friends that cared for me for me and not because I could make him rich died. What happened was while he was crossing the street he suddenly fell a truck that lost its brakes was quickly going down the hill he only had enough time to smile at me before he got hit by the truck. After that everyone avoided me like the plague. I stayed in my room only coming out for food I stayed there until I was 15 deciding to finally run away.

I lived on the streets refusing to use my abilities, but they were always active. But unlike in the foster home I didn't completely drain a person's luck only take a little from everyone around me. I would often work odd jobs to make money for food and if I was lucky I would get to stay where I worked but I never stayed anywhere for more than a month. One day when I was 19 I noticed this strange tablet like object in a museum I walked over to it and felt a strange aura from it. I read the plack and it read this.

'The tablet of Greed' This object depicts a greedy king that wanted everything. But his greed was too great and caused him to launch himself into battles. Legends say that anyone that owns the tablet gets consumed by their own greed and end up dead.

I was about to turn and leave when I heard a sound of something hitting the floor I turned to see the curator of the tablet lying on the ground with a spear in his gut and a piece of torn paper in his hand. I looked up to see the museum owner looking over the edge of the balcony looking down at the dead man while clutching the other half of the paper in his hand. He looked up to see me and his eyes had a glint of greed in them telling me that this was no accident. He gave me a smile and quickly ran to the stairs to get to the first floor. I quickly turned around and started to run but not before I bumped into the display knocking it over braking both the tablet and stand. I herd fast footsteps behind me, but I was faster. I made it to the front door then down the street only hearing a cry from the museum owner as I disappeared out of sight.