How the Villain Lives

35. An eye for an eye, an eye for an eye,

"What, what?!"

Until now, it was Seong-hoon who was using honorable words to show politeness, but now he has stopped acting without even knowing. It was just as serious that he was in a powerless situation with no hands or feet. At least if your body is free, your mind will be stable and you can act that relaxed. However, when the body is restrained, the mind naturally becomes impatient.

"You're not going to solve this?! I haven't told you I'm taking any tests yet!"

"Phew, Phew, you're so scared of what you saw at the front gate."

"I think it's natural for anyone to be frightened when suddenly tied up like this?"

If it is the strength of Sung-hoon, it is not a matter of bending iron. On the outside, however, the chair made of wood and steel did not show any sign of breaking despite the terrifying force. Rather, only the arms of the Holy Hun ran red.

"Don't be too scared. It's just prepared for pure combat everywhere. Let's continue this conversation. What do you think are the odds of winning?"

"… there must be probability games such as card games or board games."

"That's right, too. Here you can test your luck with that kind of game. So let's just play a little practice game."

Oh, my God!

The shackle that was holding her ankle remained intact, but the shackle that was suppressing her wrist was simply released.

"Shall we play card games? Is there anything you would like to do?"

"… Indian Poker."

An Indian poker player who draws a card and sticks it to his forehead and wagers only on the opponent's defeat. Since you can't see your defeat, it's a game that has a great psychological fight, even if it looks simple at first. Even if the opponent's defeat is strong, the opponent can bluff and hit the opponent with a bluff. On the contrary, the opponent's defeat can be invoked while pretending to pass the bluff.

"It's good that it's a simple game."

"It's a practice game."

"Then let's get you one."

Sung-hoon and the clown each put a card on their foreheads. The clown's card was 3.

"A is the highest card?"

"Yes."

The probability of getting a number lower than 3 is 1/14. In other words, unless there is a beep, this battle will win itself by 1/12. Since it was a practice game anyway, Sung-hoon, who didn't have to be burdened, dropped the card immediately. And I had to harden my face. His card was 2.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho. I won the first edition of this!"

"How many more games can you practice?"

"Well, not normally, but I'll let you do it in my discretion. Are you going to continue playing the same game?"

"No, I'll change the discipline this time. Seven Poker."

"Do you want me to play the cards myself?"

"No, I won't."

In case he used denial, Sung-hoon who turned the card at will looked at the card given to him and made a subtle expression.

'Full house.'

For the first time, it is a very powerful card. However, the moment I saw the clown's card, my heart disappeared. The clown was the same pool house as himself. If there is a problem, it is a pool house that is cleaner than yourself.

He mixed and handed it out himself. He won only with the cards he was given, so there was no room for denial. However, I could not hide the feeling that something was wrong with Zija in the battle, not once, but twice in a row.

"I'm going to give you a few more chances because you're the first person to come here. Do you want to switch disciplines again?"

The clown said with a smile, but his face hardened. I was feeling a little overwhelmed by the two previous losses. The battle ahead is nothing more than confirming it.

He was forced to lose all of Sung-hoon's games, not only cards, but also board games with pottery and other tools, and even coin throws. In the Simulated Russian Wheel, you lose with the weight of the bullet as soon as you hold it in your hand without having to shoot it.

"Did you try something?"

"Oh, my gosh, I can't help it. What just happened was just a pure lucky fight between you and me. It was just so close that I won."

"Seven times in a row is the result of pure luck?"

"Yes, of the six stats given to people, luck is the most accurate, but also the most ambiguous. So far, I think if you play the lottery or the card game, you have almost an overwhelming chance of winning."

The clown's words were true. Not only that kind of game, but also the item drop rate or something that is much better than ordinary items.

"But it's the opposite here. My lucky stats are higher than yours. As always, there should be no such thing as a close battle, but your lucky numbers are not ordinary and you have a special power called skill that is being calibrated by the Mission's system, so there will be such an inferior battle. But the fact that I win doesn't change."

"Wait! Then how do you expect me to win?"

"That's it, don't you think you should take care of it? So let's start the fight in earnest."

The clown put a hundred chips on Sung-hoon's side and a hundred on his own. There was nothing strange so far. The problem was then:

"So I didn't tell you the penalty for losing here. Well, the penalties are simple. You will die."

When it was said that he was going to die, I was creeped out at the back of the Holy Hun. I tried to get out of this chair with magic power, but it didn't even flinch. I began to feel my heart beat as I thought I might die in a situation where I couldn't escape.

However, when in an urgent situation, the inside of his head began to sink calmly. I have learned from myriad experiences so far. Under no circumstances can I remain cold. Of course, Sung-hoon was originally weak in heart (?) I could not help but play a relaxed attitude, at least on the outside.

"I didn't go anywhere else to save my life, but isn't this too much?"

"Isn't that obvious? If you don't risk your life, you end up challenging it a few dozen, a few hundred times. So that's the area of probability, not luck anymore. True luck shouldn't be decided like that. It has to be decided purely by luck."

Sieg!

The clown who had the same look when the children saw the match was going to make a difference, continued to talk as he looked at Sung-hoon.

"We only get one chance, so we can expect the purest of luck. If you lose all the chips you have, dozens of blades will pop out of that chair and naturally take your life. How about it? It's simple, isn't it?"

"You only get one chance... Then I'd like to ask you a few questions before the battle begins, would you?"

"Anything. What can I ask you?"

"Am I the only one who can sit in this chair? Like it's impossible for someone else to sit down."

"Not necessarily, but why do you ask?"

"Well, I'm not always given one chance."

Sung-hoon, who smiled like a clown, took out the paddle he had saved so far.

"Summon."

The darkness around me began to gather a little and gradually turned into the shape of a person, stumbling like a monster in denial. Borate skin and tiny horns on the forehead. However, unlike before, it was the appearance of a bouncer wearing sophisticated armor that clings to his body because he replenished the item.

"What is it, master? Is there something else you want me to do?"

The owner is a strange owner who has never been through it before, but the owner is strictly the owner. Recently, he seems to give even valuable wizards and put them in some important tasks, so he thought he might be close to Sung-hoon.

'Well, if you can keep getting to know each other and corrupt them, then I'll corrupt them. Huhu.'

After a 1: 1 interview with Myrina, I wanted to make sure that the Traveler's mind did not change. Unfortunately, however, Borang was less aware of his master. Sung-hoon didn't have to cause corruption.

"Do you mind if I put him in a chair and fight for me?"

"Yes? So, what's the battle like?"

"This is the one I summoned, and he has a clear will. Even if I lose, it's not me, it's him."

"Uh-huh."

I don't know if I've thought about this situation, but the clown has been locked in silence for a long time, twisting his body. I looked at Sung-hoon and the clown with my eyes to see what Borang was doing, but they didn't even give her an eye. And the clown, who had been contemplating for a while, began to approach Sung-hoon with applause.

"Very good, very good! I can summon the human form, not the form of beasts or monsters, but I thought it was definitely the type of Mage Inspector that I've been hiding so far, right? All right, I'll admit it!"

Chul-chung!

When the shackles that were holding her ankles were loosened, Sung-hoon began to hug her and pat her back with a smile of sincere praise that had never been shown to her before.

"Good job, Borang! You did it!"

"Huh? Well, I don't know what it is, but I'm glad I helped. What the hell am I supposed to do? Tell me something, master."

"It's nothing, just sit in this chair for a while instead of me."

"Sit in a chair? Is that it?"

"Yeah, that's it. Oh, I wish I could play card games with this guy for a second, because he might get bored."

"Is that what you call me?"

There were a lot of things I wanted to tackle, but the game said that Borang sat in a chair without a doubt. Of course, it was very, very much in my mind to have a shackle on my ankle as I sat in the chair.

"... Uh-huh."

Despite being swept away by the atmosphere, the clown, who looked at the wanderer sitting in the chair without even knowing him, slammed his shoulders and said.

"You're lucky to have someone to replace you in this situation! But this is an extraordinary case that I can only admit once."

"I know. If you can challenge me this many times, it won't be the lucky fight you told me about. However, as you've learned about me from other investigators, I'm also part of the process of finding out about you."

"Very well. Shall we begin? Beautiful Lady. Any game you want?"

"If it doesn't matter, I want poker."

For Borang, who has gained the memory of so many people, this kind of game was very familiar. It would be much more advantageous than Sung-hoon, at least in terms of technicality. The atmosphere around him was unusual, but Borang quickly lost interest and began to focus on his battle with the clowns.

"What? Straight flush from the first edition?! Are you kidding me?"

"Then I'll put the cards in order in the center. You can pick as many as you like."

"Fine. There's no room for denial. Mmm."

'As I expected.'

The abilities of the Borang were equally high as the abilities of Sung-hoon were determined as the basis for all abilities. Even a lucky figure exceeds 800. However, despite the enormous fortune that ordinary people would never dream of, Borang continued to lose in union with the difference of the overwhelming defeat to the clowns. Sometimes he held a good one, but of course in that case the clown held a better one.

'Luck is really how it applies. I should start experimenting with that part.'

"Borang, you stay where you are. I'll pick up the paddle for you."

Wondering what the difference would be between the case where Borang picks a hand and the case where he picks a hand, Sung-hoon began to hand it over to Borang by picking a handful of handouts from among the handouts on the table.