If You Are Chosen to Survive: “The Price of Time” — The Deal That Changes Everything

Chapter 2: The Price of Time

A ball in Basel. A frozen smile. A deal that smells of power and timelessness.This is not a continuation. This is a detonation.

When time becomes currency

Ten years ago, the clock started: 87,602:17:03 to awakening. In a hall of crystals and indifferent faces, a voice slices through the music like a knife.

“— Is this some kind of joke?”“Life—this incomparable gift—now felt like small change.”

He is there—tall, impeccable, unreadable. His gaze doesn’t just look—it measures.He offers you time. He wants your essence.

“— I am Nathaniel… My name, Nathaniel (נתנאל), means ‘God has given.’”“— Knowledge. And power.”“— Your years will flow into my time.”

The bargain you can’t buy with money

Seven years. Seven winters without dawn, seven summers that won’t belong to you.What is knowledge worth if the price is your biography?

“In his world time didn’t flow in a straight line—it was raw energy, fuel for processes the ordinary mind could not perceive.”“He didn’t want my memories. Nor my skills. He wanted to tear out—the very core of my existence.”

The last night

Today is the fortieth. The last. The body remembers the future; the soul hears the verdict.

“This night was everything—the last breath before suffocation.”“— Only today! Do you understand? I have only this night!”

Between temptation and fear there is a thin door. It opens only once.

“— ‘Today’ is only a door to infinity. Seven years in exchange for access to the archive of knowledge…”“— It has only begun… and there is no way back.”

Where fear ends and choice begins

To sell time in order to buy meaning. To save tomorrow by surrendering part of today.In a world where destinies are measured in years, not words, every “yes” is a fork, every “no” a chasm.

“I walked away. Without looking back.”“Sometimes I think the light is not at the end of the road. It is in the road itself.”

Who this book is for

For those who are holding an invisible scale right now.For people standing between fear and longing, between life as a calendar and life as meaning.For anyone who has asked: “What are my years worth… and to whom would I give them?”