Chapter 1: Lucky Gacha Roll
"Rael, do you know why I called you here?" A bald man in a fancy suit asked, leisurely holding a pistol in his right hand.
Fucking prick wants his tribute money early again, doesn't he? Rael grumbled before putting on a soft smile.
"Why? Do you want me to polish your gun or something? You know I don't swing that way."
Rael's response made the bald man furrow his nonexistent brows and aim the gun at him.
"You think this is funny?" he said in a cold tone before continuing, "Sketa Online was our main source of income—our items, everything... And what did you do? You went ahead and fucking gambled it all!"
"Can you blame me? Did you see the item that can drop?" Rael replied, amusement flickering in his eyes, as the man scooted closer, his anger practically oozing into the air.
Alright... Maybe I should stop. He seems pretty cranky today.
"Carl... Listen, that shit was too good to pass up," Rael stated, pulling out his phone.
"Just fucking look at this! 10 billion Trell to the person who can get the item first? Of course I took that gamble!"
Carl looked at him as though he was some sort of idiot before patiently saying, "Did you win?"
"Well... No, but I—"
"Then shut the fuck up!" Carl slammed the gun's handle into Rael's forehead, sending blood trickling down.