In the heart of the Eurubian ti, within the Uates of Sahelta, a bustling o in a small toacked with gamblers, their faces filled with excitement and greed. "Seven o'clock, all in!"

  The once lively o turned eerily quiet, as if a bomb had just gone off, sending waves of tension through the room."I’m in too!""Move over! Let me pce my bet!"The crowd surged forward, stag their chips oable, all betting on the number seven.

  Uhe gamblers around him, who were red-faced with excitement, Larry remained calm, his sharp gaze fixed on the sealed dice cup sitting oable. To others, this was just a game of ce, but for Larry, the oute was already set in stone.

  The dealer, a woman with a pretty face, held the dice cup tightly in her hands. Though it was light, it felt unbearably heavy at that moment. Her palms were sweaty, and she could barely bring herself to lift the cup. A small mountain of chips piled up on the number seven spot, an amount that could turire o upside down.

  The dealer swallowed nervously. She knew her career was over. No, it was worse than that—this o beloo a gang. Losing this much money could cost her more than just her job; it could cost her life. Her eyes, filled with desperation, darted toward Larry. The handsome young man before her had wo secutive rounds—each time guessing the exact dice total instead of pying it safe with high or low bets.

  The odds of such a streak were astronomical. Was he cheating? She couldn’t tell, and that terrified her. But Larry didn’t seem ed in the slightest. He leaned back casually, letting the dealer stall for time.

  However, the restless gamblers around him weren’t as patient. "What the hell are you waiting for? Open it already! I want my winnings!"

  Some were already rolling up their sleeves, their aggressive gres making it clear they weren’t afraid to get physical. Just then, a voice rang out from the back of the crowd. "That's enough! The o’s closed for the night!"

  Heads turoward the speaker—a stocky middle-aged man with a thick stubble and a cigar dangling from his lips. He looked like he had walked straight out of a gangster movie, and his broad frame was fnked by several burly men in suits.

  This was Vahe town’s notorious gang boss. Seeing him, some gamblers quietly slipped away, but most of them, blinded by greed, refused to leave. They saw this as their golden opportunity—until the guards pulled pistols from their jackets.

  In an instant, the rowdy gamblers turned into meek sheep, shuffling out of the o without another word. Soon, the once-crowded hall was empty except for Larry and the dealer, who looked relieved to have backup. With a trembling hand, she finally lifted the dice cup.Ohree. Three. Seven.The room fell into a tense silence. Vance walked up to the table, crag his knuckles with a menag grin. "Kid, you’ve got guts causing trouble in my o." He motioned for the dealer to step back, his beady eyes gleaming with hostility.

  Larry raised an eyebrooi the massive stack of chips. "So, you’re not pnning to pay up?"

  Vance burst into ughter. "You think you just walk out of here with the money? Not happening. And you won’t be walking out at all!"

  At his signal, the guards surrounded Larry, pistols raised and aimed at him. But instead of fear, Larry’s lips curled into a smirk. "What the hell are you smiling at?" Vanapped, irritated by Larry’s calm demeanor.

  Larry leaned forward slightly, his voice dripping with mockery. "I’m ughing at you. You’re not big enough. Just a small-time thug, and you’re already losing your cool?"

  Vance’ face darkened in anger. “You’re Cheating! We won’t Pay you!”

  "Since you're not pying fair, I won’t hold back either. Gardevoir!" Larry replied back without a ounce of fear.

  Vance blinked, fused. "What the hell is a Gardevoir?" Before he could react, a wave of pink aura pulsed from Larry's body, invisible to the naked eye but carrying an immense force.

  The guards, who were brimming with fidence just moments ago, dropped like flies. Blood oozed from their eyes, noses, and mouths, their lifeless bodies colpsing onto the floor with a series of heavy thuds. A chill ran down Vance' spine. His cigar slipped from his lips as he stared at the se in horror. "W-what the hell are you... a monster?!"

  In his panic, his bulky frame lost bance, and he fell to the ground with a heavy thud. His yers of fat jiggled untrolbly, and the sheer impact of the fall seemed to jolt him back to his senses. Reality hit him hard. He was a somewhat iial figure in this town, and he'd heard plenty of rumors about people with terrifying abilities. It finally dawned on him—he had messed with someone way out of his league. Larry leaned back, a smirk pying on his lips. "So... I take my money now?" His voice was lighthearted, but to Va felt like the devil himself was whispering in his ear.

  "Y-yes! Of course!" Vaammered, his voice trembling. "Sir, please... take as much as you want. Just... spare my life!" Tears mixed with snot ran down his face as he fell to his knees, pleading desperately.

  Larry looked down at him with an amused expression. "Oh? Take as much as I want? Then how about... all of it?"

  Vance' face froze, and his mind began rag. Greed and fear fought for dominanside him. He wao hold onto at least some of the money, but the terror of ending up like his guards was too much.

  Larry chuckled softly. "Oh, and if you’re thinking of holding back even a little... don’t. I tell." His sharp gaze pierced through Vance, sending a shiver down the man's spine.

  A few mier, Vaurned, carrying twe boxes stuffed with cash. His face was drained of all color, as if he had just lost everything he ever cared about. Larry tapped his fingers oable and asked casually, "One more thing—how soon you get me an ID?"

  In this world, ay card was crucial. Without it, he couldn’t board airships, travel freely, or even apply for the Hunter Exam. Vance could be useful for more than just money. "A-about a week," Vaammered, drenched i, not daring to breathe too loudly.

  Larry studied him for a moment, then smiled. "Alright. You have a week. I'll be staying at the hotel door. Let me know when it's ready."