The wind roars. Cars move. The neon lights of Las Vegas stop glitching and return to their usual hypnotic glow.
I stumbled backward from the edge of the parking garage, heart pounding violently in my chest, omg wtf is going I cursed out loud, people looking at me whispering he's lost his mind, Work of those cheap drugs.
Maybe this is what a mental breakdown feels like.
Then the screen appeared again. I shouted again people stopped, looked at me like I was a mad person, children pointing fingers at me while crying and parents moving their children away from me
A translucent blue interface materializes in front of my eyes—floating, glowing, digital. No one else reacts. So I guessed that no one could see it. It exists only for him.
[Ultimate Gambling System]
Mission Timer: 05:57:42
Beginner Mission: Win $1,000 in 6 Hours
Reward: $5,000 + Skill Upgrade
Failure: Permanent System Lock
I panicked waving my hand through it.
My hand passed through the through light but the interface remains, I looked around me again like I was in a German spy film or used as an experiment for government looking for any government agent like I would recognise them if they were actually spying on me
I blinked hard again because things like this only happen in webnovel .
The screen was Still there.
I slapped my cheeks
My breathing becomes uneven. If this is real… then everything changes.
I could actually pay off the loan and get my cute sis Emily's hospital bills .
But if it isn't?
I could be standing on the edge of insanity.
A new notification flashes:
[Probability Vision – Passive Skill Activated]
[Applies to Games of Chance]
I whispered to myself, "This isn't real…"
Yet the countdown continues ticking.
Five hours and fifty minutes.
Whether hallucination or miracle, the mission remains.
And if there's even a one percent chance it's real…
I thought about Emily's hospital bill in my mind.
$75,000.
Loan sharks.
Forty-eight hours.
I clenched my fists.
If I'm crazy, I'd deal with it later.
Right now, I need money.
I force myself to walk back toward the same dirty casino I left earlier. My legs trembled with each step I took, still thinking about the screen,what if the casino camera could see it, My life flashing before my eyes because If I was caught cheating I would be dead before daybreak.
Every step felt unreal.
I entered the casino.
Inside, nothing had changed.
Same old Cigarette smoke, Drunken laughter.
Slot machines begging for coins,I looked at people using them with disappointment how can't they know it was rigged.
I always thought about it people betting and no one winning at least if they win the money won't amount to anything cause like why the fuck would I use $300 on a slot machine and still win nothing.
But something was different when I looked at the slot machine I could see the percentage.
I also looked at the roulette wheel,I saw faint glowing numbers flicker above sections of the board 62% 13% 12% I officially knew I was crazy or the system was working.
It could be real for all I know but if I was caught cheating I'd be dead.
I imagined some Casino movies where gamblers were caught cheating then tied up and beaten to death.
I even remembered one where the guard cut the person penis off feeding it to dogs.
I shrugged, holding my crotch area instinctively looking around if anybody noticed my weird behaviour.
I swallowed hard and moved to the blackjack table where I lost everything an hour ago.
I saw the same people there still gambling some sweating hard, some laughing, even one looking at me with hatred.
I glanced at him very fast thinking about what I did to deserve such hate because if looks could kill. I would be dead millions of times.
Looking at him again I said FUCK YOUR MAMA. I thought I said that but I am too much of a coward.
I would never say that to his face he'd have beaten the hell out of me then I looked at his bulging arm thinking about how I escaped death.
The same bored dealer looks up at me.
"Back again?" she says dryly.
That woke me up from my slumber.
I didn't answer, smiling at her in a cringe way.
She looked at me again thinking about how weird my face looked, is he suffering from constipation? She asked herself.
But he's kinda cute, she smiles.
I sat down.
Muttering "it is time".
Rubbing my hands like a poor lex luthor.
The cards were shuffled.
The dealer begins to deal.
And for the first time
Above each card, glowing blue percentages appear.
17%
42%
68%
The numbers shift in real time.
I stared at the floating probabilities, breath caught in my throat.
The system is showing him the odds.
The timer in the corner of his vision ticks down.
05:41:13
I placed my bet with shaking hands.
If I lose I am officially fucked.