Mysteries: Arcana Wars

"Right Flush! Grand Slam! I win!"

The Seven of Hearts slammed the cards down on the table, then leaned back and puffed on his cigar contentedly.

The Seven of Hearts is now a fat and short upstart wearing gold and silver. His bloated body is wrapped in shiny furs and heavy gold chains, and his fingers are covered with layers of jeweled rings, which are so dazzling that the dealer's eyes hurt.

"How about it, are you convinced?"

The Seven of Hearts blew a puff of smoke provocatively at everyone at the gambling table, observing their red or white faces one by one, enjoying it very much.

Since he sat at the gambling table, the illusion of the Seven of Hearts has never stopped. He first used divination to confirm that the dealer in front of him was just an ordinary person, not those annoying church dealers or casino thugs, and then he started to play a few games casually to blend into the atmosphere.

When everyone at the gambling table was getting into the groove, the Seven of Hearts began to tell fortunes about other people's cards, and used magic to tamper with his own playing cards, causing him to lose several games at once, allowing everyone at the table to reap more sweet rewards and creating an image of himself as a sucker: Although I keep losing, I just believe that I can make my money back!

This makes everyone at the gambling table more willing to invest heavily in the next bet, and they all get excited. When everyone is in the mood, the Seven of Hearts will use another illusion to win a beautiful Straight Flush Grand Slam and reap a lot of wealth from these wealthy gamblers.

Watching the dealer taking away the chips in front of them with the pusher, some people were sad, some were reluctant, and some were angry. All kinds of complex emotions intertwined together and in the end only one emotion could be hatched.

"One more!"

Someone was yelling and banging the table.

Unwilling to accept! Unconvinced!

I can win the next one!!

The Seven of Hearts was very satisfied with the gambler's reaction.

"But sir, you no longer have any leverage."

"Then I still have jewelry! My watch!"

As he spoke, the gambler at the top anxiously took off his expensive watch and necklace and threw them on the table, declaring that he had prayed hard to the God of Loss and that he would definitely win the next round.

This high spirits greatly stimulated the other gamblers at the table, and they all took off their jewelry as chips for their last gamble.

Ruby necklace, diamond earrings, obsidian pendant, pearl tie clip...

Someone even untied his diamond-studded underwear with one hand and pushed it to the betting area while shouting.

That's it, that's it!

The more you have seen the sweetness, the more you dare not believe your own failure, and the more you firmly believe that your success must exist somewhere in the distance. You just need to go all out and bet your life again and again.

This is a gambler.

It's sad.

Neither their emotions nor their joy escaped the expectations of the Seven of Hearts, and this extra money-making activity went perfectly as planned.

This gambling game is like a side quest in some kind of game. Whenever the player, the Seven of Hearts, runs out of money, he can bring his teammates here to earn gold coins. After making a good profit, he can return to the main quest, work hard and have fun.

The frustrated expressions of the gamblers at the table made the Seven of Hearts want to laugh. They were like the NPCs in the plot animations of the game, the passers-by in the novel scripts who existed to advance the story, and the small supporting roles in the movie who were arranged in the plot to give money to the protagonist. At this moment, they provided a constant source of fun for the Seven of Hearts.

This world is a huge stage, game, story, novel, anything, and the Seven of Hearts is the protagonist of this story.

He is a genius, there is no doubt about it. This is a fact that the Seven of Hearts has been aware of since childhood, that he is a true genius.

No matter whether it was the means of deceiving and playing with people's hearts, or the extraordinary power and mysterious knowledge in the future, he was growing at a speed beyond ordinary people.

Even the boss had to admit that his talent was rare in hundreds of years. After only two years of contact with extraordinary power, he had completely digested the Sequence 5 potion and was preparing to be promoted to a demigod.

When the Seven of Hearts was very young, she thought about this: Why was she given such an amazing talent?

The answer given by the little prodigy after careful consideration was: because he was the "protagonist" of this story, he was born this way and he must fulfill a certain mission - to complete an epic story that would shock the world and make ghosts cry!

Therefore, as the protagonist, everything that happens in this world is for the protagonist. The wandering and escaping in childhood is to cultivate his excellent skills and rich experience from an early age. Being tricked into joining the organization is to give the protagonist a stage to display his specialties and go crazy. Those enemies who hate and resent him have become stepping stones for him to climb up and create great achievements.

At the same time, the protagonist must also fulfill his own mission and shoulder the responsibility of supporting and guiding the development of the story.

His teammates set off the character of the protagonist, so as the protagonist, the Seven of Hearts must rely on this character to help them complete their own side stories, which is also part of the Seven of Hearts' mission.

Just like those best-selling novels, the protagonist saves his companions from danger and helps them become bigger and stronger, which in turn makes the protagonist's character arc more attractive to readers.

As for Derrick, he deserved a better ending.

Good times are gifts, bad times are trials.

Everything comes to me, ultimately to bring me more and more fun.

As for the group of rich people who are obsessed with gambling, they don’t deserve much sympathy. They are nothing more than a background for their own fun.

The Seven of Hearts smiled and pushed out her chips, watching the dealer shuffle, stack, and deal the cards.

"Sorry, Grand Slam, I win again."

There were shouts of disappointment and anger at the gaming table, but nothing could stop the dealer's push rod from taking away their jewels.

The Seven of Hearts realized that it was getting late and it was time for the next activity.

He was tired of playing around, so he gathered the jewels in front of him and picked them out, selecting a pair of ruby ​​earrings and an obsidian pendant to take with him as trophies. He pushed the rest aside and stuffed two large sapphire rings into the hands of the bodyguard behind him, the Three of Diamonds.

"I don't want to play anymore. It's boring. You guys are all too bad. It's a waste of my time to bet with you. I might as well let my mentally retarded bodyguard play with you."

After saying that, the Seven of Hearts stood up, patted the chair, gestured to the Three of Diamonds, then turned around and left in style.

[Three of Diamonds]: If you let me play the role of a muscle idiot again, next time I come to Backlund, I will smash all your puppets and take all your pendulums!

The Three of Diamonds kept complaining in the channel, but the Seven of Hearts, who was having enough fun, pretended not to hear anything and walked away in a swagger, disappearing from the crowd and the camera's sight.