"What's your na, mister?"
As I was thinking about him, Chun-mong asked .
"I don't really want to tell you."
"Where's the logic in that? I took a big step and told you my na."
"You didn't even tell your real na, did you?"
"It's definitely not my real na, but everyone who knows calls that, so it's as good as my na."
"An ancient sage said so. Don't form a deep friendship with soone who uses a pseudonym. Especially since this is a gambling house where you can't trust anyone, right? So how can I trust you and tell you my real na? I don't know what might happen later."
I arrived at the place where they were gambling with the dice I had been playing with until yesterday.
Then Chun-mong, as if he were frustrated, grabbed my arm and said, "How can you be so cold? To treat soone who is clinging to you to beco friends like that."
"It's my theory that if you really wanted to be friends, you wouldn't have told a fake na. You can just tell your real na now, can't you?"
"Hmm..."
He, pretending to be contemplating sothing, answered, "Alright. I won't force our friendship anymore. Instead, just tell what I should call you. I'm planning to follow you around for a while, and I can't just call you 'mister' or 'hey' every ti, can I?"
He was a much more sociable person than I thought.
To think he would co out like that even after I had refused so coldly.
'Chun-mong, who lived as a strange person in the future, I know that he also died fighting against the Demonic Cult bastards... I have no idea what kind of person he is.'
In the end, I, deliberately making a face as if I had no choice, looked at him and opened my mouth.
"Hoo. Just call Hwi."
"Hwi? I see. I don't think it's your real na. Is it a nickna?"
"It's a pseudonym."
"Didn't you just say not to trust people who use pseudonyms? Haha!"
"That's right. So don't trust . You shouldn't trust , so you absolutely shouldn't bet on the side I bet on today, okay?"
"Hahaha! But that's not my thought, it's your thought, isn't it, Brother Hwi? I trust people who my heart goes out to, even if they use a pseudonym. But for so reason, my heart goes out to you, Brother Hwi!"
He, chuckling, followed , and I didn't bother to stop him.
"Now, now. Where will you bet? If you guess odd or even, you get double. If you guess the number of eyes, you get five tis!"
Right at that mont, the gambler shouted loudly, and I, this ti too, just bet as my heart led .
The dice rolled, and.
"The number of eyes is four!"
But since I had bet on odd, I lost money.
Although I didn't bet a lot of money, I still started by losing from the first round.
'Was yesterday just heavenly luck?'
I bet a few more tis after that.
Although I bet on the number of dice eyes and on odd or even, in the end, out of five gambles, I only won once on odd or even.
"No. Brother Hwi. What happened today? Why is a completely different person sitting here from yesterday? Yesterday, there was no other god of gambling."
Then, the one who was groaning was rather Chun-mong.
He had confidently bet a considerable amount of money as I had bet at first, but since I kept losing, he also kept losing money.
"Can you always do well at gambling? Yesterday, I was on a lucky streak, and today, it just hasn't co yet."
"Then when does that luck co?"
"I don't know that either. So I'm not acting rashly and am betting a small amount of money, waiting for that luck to follow, aren't I? The reason why gamblers usually go bankrupt is because they bet a large amount of money with just confidence when they can't ride the flow of luck. So, Brother Chun-mong, you should also bet a small amount and observe the atmosphere for now."
"Ahem... I see. How do you know so much about gambling when you look much younger than ? Are you really a god of gambling?"
I deliberately spoke to him as if I were lecturing him.
He seems to believe my words implicitly.
In fact, I just strung together things I had picked up here and there to make them sound plausible.
If anyone passing by on the street had said this, it would have been a common remark that would have been ignored for saying the obvious, but since it was , who had been so successful yesterday, who was saying it, he probably couldn't ignore it.
"The number of eyes is three."
So, I gambled a few more tis, and.
"This ti, it's six!"
I didn't win a single ti during that ti.
"This ti... it's three!"
But at so point. I felt a very, very faint and thin energy, which a person with a sensitive sense like would never be able to notice, as if it were surrounding the dice gambling table.
I realized instinctively. That this must be the Formless Heaven Creation that Elder Maeng Gwang-gae was performing.
"This ti, I'll bet the maximum limit on the number of eyes being five. What is the upper limit?"
"The upper limit is one hundred and fifty silver coins."
"Good. All one hundred and fifty. On the number of eyes being five."
"I understand."
Trusting that feeling, I boldly bet my money.
But this ti, it was rather Chun-mong who stopped .
"Brother Un. Are you sure?"
"About what?"
"To suddenly push all your money in like that. I was worried that you might be in a state of despair..."
"That could be. But if you can't trust my senses, you don't have to follow , do you? Or you can just bet a small amount."
"Keu-eung..."
He, as if he were contemplating for a mont, said this to the gambler, "I'll bet twenty silver coins on odd!"
Since I had said five, he had said odd to increase the probability even a little, and he had also adjusted the stake to twenty silver coins to so extent.
And a little while later.
"The number of eyes is... five!"
As expected, the dice were showing five eyes.
"Wow! No, to think you really got it right this ti. Is this you riding the flow of luck?"
"I don't know that yet. But it's true that for so reason, I had a feeling I would get it right this ti."
"Amazing. Where will you bet next?"
"Hmm... one hundred nyang on the number of eyes being one."
"Good! Then I'll also bet fifty nyang on one!"
He followed this ti, and the result was, of course.
"The result this ti is one!"
The eye I had bet on ca out correctly again.
I could clearly see the difference between yesterday and today.
Yesterday, it was definitely my luck. Every ti Elder Maeng Gwang-gae perford the Formless Heaven Creation sowhere, there was a slight catch, but yesterday, I didn't have this feeling at all.
"Wow! That person. Isn't that the person from yesterday?"
"That's right! He won with almost a 100% probability in the coin toss."
"Right?! Let's go to the dice too. If we follow the god of gambling, we can also win money!"
Although I had only won twice, perhaps thanks to the atmosphere I had created yesterday, people began to flock to this side, and I won several more tis in a row after that.
"It's the god of gambling! The god of gambling has co."
"O god of gambling! Where are you thinking of betting next?"
"Please show us the way!"
The gamblers shouted at like crazy people, or like fanatics.
"This ti, I'm going to bet on six."
"He said six. It's six!"
"One hundred silver coins on six!"
"I'll bet one hundred and fifty!"
"Give one hundred on six too!"
The gambling house was like a scene of chaos.
They, without exception, emptied their pockets and bet their money.
The gambler's expression is very dark.
If all these people win money, even if it's just the Rabbit Room, it's as clear as day that a huge loss will occur.
He didn't seem to want to be the protagonist of such a tragedy (?).
But what can he do? It's not a position where he can do what he wants and not do what he doesn't want.
In the end, he had no choice but to roll the dice.
And the result was...
"Yes. Yes! It ca out six!"
"Sob. Mother. I can finally leave this gambling house. I've recovered the principal of the money I stole from my mother, so I'll quit gambling now."
"So there's a day when I win here too! Hahaha! Good. Good!"
"Praise the god of gambling. God of gambling! God of gambling! God of gambling!"
Elder Maeng Gwang-gae's Formless Heaven Creation seems to have really reached a state of mastery.
To the extent that I don't even know how he can so naturally make the number he wants co out with such a faint energy that even I can't feel it well.
"Where are you thinking of betting next?"
"Please tell us!"
The people, like baby birds waiting for food, are stretching their necks towards and only looking at .
The mont I was about to say sothing that ca to my mind.
"Wait."
As if a cold voice were heard from among the crowd, soone ca walking out from between them.
It's the face I saw yesterday. Was his na Hwang-jo?
"Did you return safely yesterday?"
"Yes. I had a good dream yesterday, and thanks to that, it seems to be going well today too. Although I stumbled a little at first, I quickly got my sense back."
"That's a relief. I was watching you from afar."
He had a much more sociable attitude and expression than yesterday.
"But what's the matter today?"
I deliberately made a face as if I were annoyed.
I tried to express with my whole body that I didn't have ti to gamble, so why was he bothering .
As if he had understood my intention, the other gamblers around also began to exude a sense of displeasure.
They also have to win money quickly, but they don't like being disturbed by Hwang-jo.
"I don't have ti. If you're going to tell to go to the Deer Room or sothing, I'll refuse in advance. I don't need a tiger either. I just like playing here."
I, thinking that he might say the sa thing as yesterday again, struck first.
Although I thought he would be flustered, he, far from being flustered, even smiled broadly.
"I didn't co to make such a trivial suggestion. How can we move the place where our custors want to play as we please? Today, it's not that, but the owner of the manor wanted to see you once, so I ca to escort you."
"The owner of the manor?"
"He is the owner of this manor, and the one who oversees this place. He is not a person who often shows his face, but he said he really wanted to et the god of gambling."
I cheered inwardly.
Because it was as Maeng Gwang-gae had planned.
I, pretending to be interested in his words, answered, "The owner of the manor? Why did he want to see ?"
"Originally, the owner of the manor made this place because he loved gambling so much. But to think that there is a god of gambling... of course he would be interested, wouldn't he?"
"Is that so? But the god of gambling is too much of a title. I'm just a little lucky."
"Even humility becos a flaw when it's excessive. The performance you've shown here is worthy of being called a god of gambling."
He showed a polite attitude that he hadn't shown yesterday.
It seems that woman nad the Green Snake had told him to bring by any ans.
Otherwise, there is no way that person with a stiff neck would be so subservient to .
I deliberately pretended to be contemplating.
"Hmm... it's good to go, but then I have to waste ti that I could be winning precious money..."
"He said he would give you a gift."
"A gift?"
"Yes. He said he would give you a good gift even if you just followed , so he asked you to co once."
"I see. Then I have to go."
I got up lightly from my chair.
"Lead the way. What are you doing?"
At my very sudden change in attitude, he seed to be flustered for a mont, but then he quickly ca to his senses.
"Yes. Please follow ."
Sohow, I feel like many gazes are fixed on my back.
The gamblers who want to win even a single penny more, and Chun-mong, who seems to find this situation very interesting.
And even the gaze of Maeng Gwang-gae, who is pleased that the plan is going as planned.
I, receiving all those gazes, followed Hwang-jo and walked into the gambling house.
(End of Chapter)
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