When I grow up, I’m gonna be a hero!
Yeah, like Wyatt Earp or Jesse James!
Just you watch—I’ll get super strong!
And then, hey… I could protect you, too, if you want.
Oh, wow!
That’s amazing! You’re so keen, !
If it’s you, I’m sure you’ll get really, really strong, !
That’s a promise, !
Prelude
Step up. It’s time to gamble.
Bets look fair, but they’re not.
They’re rigged to favor those with money and brains.
On top of that, ultimately, they’re set up so the house wins. That’s just how it is.
Don’t go talking about good and bad luck. Anyone with genuinely good luck doesn’t need gambling to be flush.
Others were born with bad luck and a mind to match— They’re the ones who’ve got plenty of cash but gamble for the thrill of it, or maybe they just want to ruin themselves.
That aside, now it’s your turn to gamble, despite your bad luck.
So what will you bet?
Money? Your life? Your pride? Your family? Your pals? Your sweetheart?
Choose carefully, more carefully than when you pick your roulette number.
The game’s already started.
After all, the question of what you’ll use for your chip is another bet.
I’ll say it again: Choose carefully.
Even if you nail your number on the roulette wheel, it won’t change how you put someone or something precious to you on the edge of a cliff for your own convenience.
Once you’ve made something a chip, you’ll treat it more casually—way more than you think you will. It’ll be easier to bet the second time. By the third time, you’ll actually start thinking, I don’t care if I lose. I don’t care if they take this from me.
That’s true no matter how weighty a conviction it is. Even if it’s your entire fortune, or your family, or your life.
Come on, it’s time to gamble. This is the moment of destiny.
What will you put on the table?
You already gambled away your chance at a decent life to a sticky-fingered demon—so tell me your stakes, Mr. Immortal.
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