The streets of this city were extremely noisy and chaotic.
Even if someone shouted loudly in the street, it would not attract any attention.
People would only assume it was an overexcited tourist or yet another gambler who had lost his mind.
On a roadside near the casino, several people sat in small groups.
Their eyes were wide open but unfocused.
Their expressions looked both dejected and excited.
Some were even slapping their own faces, muttering incoherently under their breath.
Woo Manyeo noticed something in common among them.
Their souls were not the gray haze he had seen before.
These souls were grayish-black, clearly a shade darker than ordinary people.
When he got closer, he could even sense how filthy these souls were, emitting waves of a foul stench.
Did these people need to make deals?
These people would probably end up in hell more easily than he would!
He shook his head, casting aside the distracting thoughts.
Whether these people would go to hell was not important.
What mattered was that more people would perform the summoning ritual, giving him more chances to descend into the human world.
There were no better promoters than this group of gamblers.
Woo Manyeo clapped his hands, drawing the attention of the people on the street.
"Hey, does anyone want money?"
The man closest to him, upon hearing the word money, seemed as if a hidden switch had been flipped.
Like an arrow released from a bow, he rushed toward him.
"Boss, boss, boss. My name is Kivan. What do you need me to do? I can do anything! Just lend me a hundred. I can win it back in one round! Then I will pay you back, double, no, triple, ten times!"
Kivan who had rushed over nodded one moment and shook his head the next.
When he mentioned going back inside, his expression turned frenzied, completely different from his previous vacant and unfocused look.
Several others who rushed over after him looked much the same.
Each of them insisted they could win it back, as long as they were lent a hundred.
A passing car slowed down when it saw gamblers gathering here, surrounding a person, and checked the situation.
When the driver heard these crazed gamblers asking for money, he kindly spoke up to warn, "Little boy, do not feel softhearted just because these people look pitiful. I am a local. Let me tell you, people like this will gamble the moment they get any money. They are already beyond saving."
Wearing sunglasses, Woo Manyeo responded politely with a smile, thanking him, then casually made something up. "It is fine. The elders in my family taught me that when I see someone in trouble, I should take the initiative to help."
Seeing that he could not persuade him, the man in the car rolled up his window and drove away while shaking his head helplessly, thinking to himself that he must never raise his own son to be this naive and foolish.