The Girl Who Looted Tomorrow

No joke. There really were people who could play dozens of hands and not win once.

Even if they only lost a few dozen crowns or a hundred crowns each time, small losses piled up quickly. In one afternoon, they could lose ten thousand crowns easily.

And that was using Victor’s table, where the bets were relatively small, as an example.

If someone played big, the result was terrifying to even imagine. Losing an entire house in one afternoon was not a joke.

Seeing this, the others all stared at Victor in disbelief.

“What’s going on with you? How are your cards that big?”

“Damn, seriously? I can still lose with this?”

“No way. Did your luck actually turn around? Again, again!”

Victor kept using his ability to lower his own luck, then started another hand.

The result was the same as before.

Right away, he made [four of a kind], a hand like a bomb in card games. It was slightly weaker than the straight flush from earlier, but it was still the third strongest hand in the entire game.

The third hand, the fourth hand, both were four of a kind again.

In just these few games, Victor won around four thousand crowns.

At the same time, however, the other players’ faces visibly began turning red. Their breathing grew rough, and the way they looked at him became increasingly hostile.

When someone kept getting hands this strong every single round, it was hard not to suspect something.

“Hey, you aren’t cheating, are you?”

“You can’t afford to lose, so you’re pulling tricks now?”

Seeing this, Freya could not help silently sighing in her heart.

Why were these people like chameleons?

And they changed color so fast.

One of the little red-faced men even stood up while talking and stormed toward Victor with an aggressive air.

Freya happened to be standing beside Victor, directly in that man’s path.

People who had lost their minds from gambling could do anything. Seeing the situation, Victor used another of his abilities without hesitation, [Inflict Misfortune].

Then the aggressive man’s foot suddenly slipped.

He fell flat on his back, and his forehead happened to hit the table.

With a dull thud, his whole body flopped to the floor and stopped moving.

He passed out on the spot.

Victor immediately stood up and called to Freya as he headed outside.

“We’re leaving, we’re leaving. This place is not safe anymore!”

After leaving the casino and returning to the spacious deck, the two finally stopped.

Freya said to Victor, “So this was something you wanted to show me too? Even if someone keeps cheating and keeps winning, the result won’t necessarily be good. It can still make other gamblers hate them and bring trouble.”

After a pause, Freya sighed and said, “But I have to admit, your cheating skills are incredible. I watched you from behind the entire time and didn’t notice anything wrong at all.”

Hearing this, Victor reached up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, though he did not know when it had appeared.

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He muttered silently in his heart, My dear little walking disaster, of course you couldn’t see anything. I didn’t cheat at all!

Victor knew very well that he had not cheated. He also knew he had been storing luck the whole time.

Yet under those circumstances, he had still kept winning like mad.

Why did that suddenly make him break into a cold sweat?

Since [Inflict Misfortune] had just activated successfully, he finally understood.

It was not that his ability had failed.

His ability simply had no effect on Freya.

This girl’s luck seemed almost fixed at a constant level. She could even affect the people around her.

For example, right now, Victor still had not turned off [Luck Storage]. Yet nothing had happened, and his stored luck was still increasing rapidly.

This was absurd.

Looking at the girl in front of him, wearing black stockings and a short skirt, seemingly ordinary yet very possibly some hidden big shot, Victor began organizing his words. He was trying to figure out how to build a connection with this big shot.

Just then, a ship worker carrying a crate happened to pass by.

Freya took two steps aside to make room for him.

At that exact moment, a splatter of bird droppings suddenly landed on Victor’s head.

Victor felt his forehead turn cold. He reached up and wiped it. When he saw that white, runny mess, his heart immediately sank.

Not good.

In the very next second, a fish leapt out of the sea beside the ship. It thrashed its body in midair and came flying straight at Victor’s face at high speed.

It slapped him hard.

Smack!

That hit was not light. Victor immediately felt dizzy from the slap.

And that was not the end.

At the other end of the deck, fish after fish jumped out of the water. They leapt more than thirty feet high and drew perfect arcs through the air, crossing almost the entire deck before slamming heavily into Victor’s lower back.

Victor now felt as if he were being hit by shot puts thrown with someone’s full strength.

He had already been standing near the railing, and after this chain of impacts, his entire body was knocked straight off the ship.

The whole process took less than five seconds.

From Freya’s perspective, she had simply moved aside, seemed to hear a few strange noises, then turned her head and found that Victor had disappeared.

She tilted her head slightly.

“Eh? Where did he go?”

Flop, flop.

Freya followed the sound and looked over. Seeing three or four large fish, each nearly three feet long, flopping around on the deck, her expression became even more confused.

“Huh? Where did the fish come from?”

“Help... help!”

Just as Freya was wondering what had happened, a miserable cry sounded from nearby.

Victor was hanging outside the ship, one hand gripping the railing.

Fortunately, Victor had reacted fast enough. At the last moment, he had grabbed the railing and canceled his [Luck Storage] ability, returning his luck to a normal level.

Then he saw another fish fly past, brushing right against the hand he was using to hold the railing. With a splash, it fell into the sea.

He was so scared he almost wet himself.

Why was there a follow-up attack?

One had to remember that he was currently in the middle of the sea, on a high-speed ship. If he accidentally fell in, that would basically be a death sentence.

Hearing Victor’s cry for help, Freya still had no idea what had happened. But this was a matter of life and death, so she immediately went over to save him.

At the same time, the other people nearby on the deck also gathered around to help and successfully pulled Victor back onto the deck.

Victor kept panting heavily as he said to everyone around him, “Thank you, everyone. That really scared me to death.”

Freya asked in confusion, “So what exactly happened? Why did you suddenly decide to jump into the sea?”

The corner of Victor’s mouth twitched slightly.

How was that him wanting to jump into the sea?

Those fish had clearly tried to murder him, okay?

And he now understood. The moment he had moved a certain distance away from Freya, his luck had immediately returned to the state it should have been in. That was what caused that absurd fish assault just now.

After sitting on the deck and resting for a while, and after most of the others had scattered, Victor finally spoke to Freya cautiously.

“Miss Freya... no, honored big shot. Are you also a Fate Path practitioner? Rank Five? Or Rank Six? Are you in the same [Gambler] class as me?”

Because that seemed to be the only explanation for why Victor’s ability had no effect on Freya.

It was class suppression from a higher Rank in the same profession.

Victor still could not understand how Freya could have become a Rank Five or even Rank Six practitioner at such a young age, before even reaching adulthood.

He himself had run all over the place for ten years and only advanced to Rank Four in his thirties.

Wasn’t this gap a little too huge?

No.

Victor thought of another possibility.

Maybe Freya had lied to him. Maybe she was not underage at all. After all, as a high-ranking practitioner, having some method to make herself look younger would be perfectly reasonable, right?

But no matter what, a big shot was a big shot.

She was not someone a small fry like him could mess with.

Victor directly changed from sitting on the floor to kneeling on both knees. Then he lowered his head and said, “I am truly very sorry!”

However, Victor’s words completely confused Freya.

There was honestly a lot of information to process here.

After thinking for a moment, she asked, “So you’re a Fate Path practitioner? And you’re in a class called [Gambler]? What Rank are you?”

“Rank Four,” Victor answered instantly without hesitation.

To be fair, he could not really be blamed for being this cowardly.

When practitioners had the same class, higher Ranks usually had extremely strong suppression over lower Ranks.

When two people’s abilities were exactly the same, raw numbers became the key factor that decided victory and defeat.

Not to mention, high-ranking practitioners also had new abilities that low-ranking practitioners did not possess.