Chapter 8: It’s Dangerous
"Go Bongbap, why do you always lend to that guy? What about me?"
"Because you use it for gambling. So, no."
Illegal gambling rings that bet on where a monster alert will go off—
Knowing full well that the man in front of me was always into that shit, I never lent him money.
If I’m going to blow cash on something, I’d rather just order six soft-boiled eggs—still no idea why the hell they’re so expensive—and toss them into my ramen.
Thinking about ramen made my stomach growl, and I swallowed the saliva that was pooling in my mouth.
Come to think of it, if I got into one of those monster appearance betting games myself, wouldn’t I actually be able to make money pretty easily?
When I heighten my senses like this, I can detect a wider range more sensitively than the warning systems can.
But gambling is bad... I’m pretty sure I remember getting my ears chewed off about that when I was a kid.
At that moment, something slipped through my sharpened senses—
A monster was approaching.
"...Mm."