Chapter 180: Chapter 160 Igula and Emi
Cramped, gloomy, ssy.
Igula’s right side was a large cardboard box filled with more than twenty boxes of tissue paper, probably bought during a big sale. On top of the box, a cabinet-style heater and various temporarily unused household items were piled; to his left was a tightly shut door.
This was the storage room, and it had been his dwelling for the past five days.
The distinct feeling of hunger in his belly indicated that it was 18:00. Emi should be back soon to feed him.
Rembering the past few days’ life, Igula couldn’t help but sigh. Although he had achieved his goal and remained unscathed under the Cri Hunting Hall’s extensive search, the way he had accomplished it was rather special—he had been kept by Emi like a dog.
Like an actual dog, Igula tugged at the collar around his neck, feeling an inexplicable irony.
He had struggled to remove the chip collar from the back of his neck for freedom, yet now, for freedom, he willingly wore a real collar.
As for why Cri Hunting Hall Hunter Emi Lexus would shelter him, one had to trace back to the story of Igula’s part-ti job at a mud café three years earlier.
Although males of iwa descent often work part-ti in mud cafés, just as ogres with regular jobs might paint after work, Igula seldom did such—mainly because working in mud was too slow for money, and swindling was much more satisfying.
If Igula was willing to work part-ti at a mud café, it could only an one thing: the mud café provided convenience for his swindling pursuits.
‘Gambling Apocalypse’ was such a place, operating as both a mud café and a tea café. Just by the na, one might think it was a gambling den, which it indeed was. Custors entered and had to spend money to buy initial chips, participating in various gambling activities.
What set it apart from other casinos, though, was that it gambled on ti of domination.
Custors could freely find a Croupier they favored to gamble against, with both sides using 60 minutes as their chips. If a custor won the 60 minutes of a Croupier, it ant they could dominate the Croupier for that ti, and the Croupier had to comply with all kinds of custor demands; conversely, if the Croupier won the custor’s 60 minutes, then the Croupier could dominate the custor for that duration, and the custor had to accommodate the Croupier’s demands.
Yes, win or lose, the Croupier would still play around with the custor—hehe. After all, the custor’s chips were bought with real silver, and it wasn’t possible to send a custor ho confused and not respect their needs. A store that didn’t respect custor demands would definitely close down.
Simply put, it was a mud café/tea café selling gambling as its attraction, but its business was much better than other thed cafes in the sa industry—betting always proved to be the chanism that best stimulated human impulses. Custors who won left feeling ntally and physically exhilarated, whereas those who lost and were played with by the Croupiers (who wouldn’t be polite) were also sparked with a competitive spirit, leading them to try again and thus ensuring nurous repeat custors.
Igula worked part-ti in this place, naturally, for the ‘ti of domination.’ He specifically targeted rich won, voluntarily approaching and enticing them to challenge, and then smoothly winning their 60 minutes.
Once in the room, Igula could use the ‘ti of domination’ as a pretext to make the rich won swear oaths to him, such as “treat well for a lifeti” or “give your most precious possession.”
The rich won, thinking it was a Croupier’s special fetish, readily agreed, only to be bound by Igula’s Technique Spirit Contract, forcing them to uphold their casually spoken oaths and even preventing them from calling the police, as that would not constitute “treating Igula well for a lifeti.”
These custors were not only swindled out of their fortunes by Igula but he also refused to mate with them, which was quite a lack of professional ethics.
In addition to the wealthy won, occasionally rich n would also co to him, and Igula naturally welcod them all. He even made them take oaths like “never have sexual desire for anyone but in the future,” helping them completely cure the human flaw of being tempted by beauty to lose money.
In this way, swindling wealth but not seducing, Igula greatly promoted the redistribution of wealth through his part-ti job, even surpassing his main profession in efficiency at one point. But the phrase “all plain sailing” would never appear in a Swindler’s life, and one evening, Igula t Emi.
To gain control, Igula, who had a high winning rate, quickly earned the title of ‘Gambling Master’ in that shop. Therefore, there were gamblers who didn’t lust after Igula’s body but simply wanted to asure their gambling skills against his, and Emi was one of them.
When Emi entered the shop, she didn’t hide the traits of her Moon Shadow Clan. Originally, Igula didn’t want to provoke this privileged class, but Emi insisted on choosing him, and no one else wanted to compete with the Moon Shadow, so Igula had no choice but to submit to her allure and take her on as a custor.
Emi was skilled at gambling, but Igula, in addition to his gambling prowess, as a Swindler, he also had a profound understanding of human nature, which was the secret to his undefeated record. After Igula defeated Emi without any suspense, he had already decided not to harm her and to simply perform his normal part-ti job at the mud café as if he had been bitten by a dog.
However, Emi was not willing to accept her loss and insisted on continuing to gamble, even buying more chips. Repurchasing chips was allowed; in order to encourage clients to spend, if a custor bought N tis the chips, the Croupier had to provide N tis the service duration, whether they won or lost.
Before they embarked on the second round of gambling, Igula, as if compelled by so demon, asked Emi a question, “If I win, I can make a wish that lasts for 120 minutes, you know.”
“No problem.”
The Contract was established.
Unlike ordinary Contracts, Igula had set a limit on the number of tis (one) and the ti (120 minutes). The more limitations a Contract spelled out, the stronger its effect beca, especially since the other party belonged to the Moon Shadow Clan; Igula’s purely exploitative ‘tyrannical contracts’ could potentially fail.
But when Emi lost 300 minutes later, things began to take a subtle turn. At that ti, she seed to receive an urgent ssage and left Gambling Apocalypse imdiately; afterwards, Igula quickly learned that Emi was a Blood Frenzy Hunter.
He imdiately realized he was holding onto a golden wish.
After that, Emi frequented the shop for gambling with Igula, switching between various gambling gas. Although there were rounds that Emi won, generally, Igula still dominated her. The ti limit on this wish, after nurous accumulations, also reached 9,000 minutes.
Just as Igula was pondering how to maximize the benefits of this wish, the Cri Hunting Hall cornered him inside Gambling Apocalypse.
That explained everything, no wonder Emi kept seeking him out to gamble, no wonder Emi never initiated the ‘gambling settlent phase’.
High-end Blood Frenzy Hunters often appeared before Swindlers in the form of prey.
Because of the sudden arrest, Igula had no chance to alter his mory. When the mory Master conducted a search, oh, it turned out he had committed so many fraud cases. Enjoy your ti at Shattered Lake.
Although he was arrested, his Contract with Emi could still be enforced; the Void Realm was the longest witness.
So after his escape, Igula went straight to Emi’s door and began his revenge on her in her pajamas, “I command you to assist in escaping the Kingdom of Blood Moon.”
Although it was just one wish, it could be broken down into three parts:
Provide Igula with a safe place to stay and food;
Not reveal any information about Igula;
Help Igula collect intelligence.
Emi did all that.
So Igula stayed in this cramped storage room, waiting each day for Emi to return ho to feed him, and he couldn’t say that Emi had violated the Contract—at most, she had fulfilled his demands in the most humiliating way possible.
Click.
It was the sound of a key turning in a lock; Emi was ho.
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