"It's boring …"

  Staying at the Mafia's Flamingo Hotel, Howard, who had been having fun for a whole week, was paralyzed on the sofa. His eyes seemed unfocused, and he looked bored.

  He was bored of the Baccarat, Texas Hold'em, and other games.

  The ski resort was under construction, and there was nothing to do but play golf.

  He enjoyed the natural hot springs every day, lying in a hot spring pool that could accommodate hundreds of people, overlooking Las Vegas below. It was simply the height of luxury.

  And there were beautiful women who could give him back rubs and shower him.

  It sounded like a comfortable life in paradise, but for Howard, who enjoyed new things and got bored very quickly, after experiencing it a few times, he had already lost interest.

  Even if Alessandro, the leader of the Mafia, had hinted that the hotel's ladies, the sexy dealers, and the waitresses, were available to serve…


  Howard, who could enter a time where he didn't even bother with women any time he wanted, didn't go along with the flow. Even if it was free prostitution, he refused such illegal behavior.

  Well, the reason for this was…


  Actually, it was because he overexerted his body on the first day he arrived in Las Vegas, playing multiplayer sports.

  Nevada was the only place in the United States where the sex trade was allowed and considered legal at this point in time.

  A playboy like Howard, who had only been around for a few days, was already out of ammunition and out of energy.

  "No wonder it's a rich man's paradise. You can do whatever you want here!"

  Howard collapsed on the sofa and took a sip of juice.

  He acted so bored because Luke didn't hang out with him.

  For men, going out to enjoy themselves was something that had to be done as a team.

  If they were alone, their excitement was automatically reduced by half.

  "He clearly agreed to avoid the White House, the Pentagon's people and help Captain Rogers prepare for a bachelor party, but he's still talking about work."

  Howard complained.

  Luke had experienced the local customs on the first two days he arrived in Las Vegas.

  Not only did he set a record of winning 43 Blackjack games in a row in the casino of the hotel, but he also played all kinds of games.

  Poker, craps, big six wheels, slot machines, roulette …


  These games developed by humans weren't a challenge for Luke.

  Therefore, it was just a short moment of immersion.

  He pulled himself out and went back to work.

  Las Vegas wasn't only the casino city of Nevada; it was also a national security zone.

  The U.S. Department of Energy had established the Nevada Test Site in the southeastern desert of Nye County, where the military had conducted over 900 nuclear weapons tests.

  This also attracted a large number of 'nuclear explosion tourists'. The atomic bomb took Nevada by storm and became an instant sensation.

  There were many 'Miss Atomic Bomb' in Las Vegas —— beautiful girls in mushroom cloud bikinis, which was a unique feature.

  Anyway, Luke was here, and naturally, as a war hero, he had to visit various military bases to pay his respects.

  So, he left Howard in the hotel.

  "This is a rare vacation. How can I waste my time in a hotel room? "

  Howard, who had slept for a while, narrowed his eyes. He touched his mustache and decided to go out and have some fun.

  Even if he played golf or went to a hot spring for a while…


  Staying in a room for too long wasn't his style.

  "Is there anything worth visiting nearby?"

  Putting on a brand new high-end suit, spraying some cologne, and grooming himself to look more like a hustler, Howard caught a glimpse of the attendant in charge of the elevators.

  "Sir, there's a newly opened 'Hotel Inferno' two blocks away from this hotel. I heard that it's very interesting."

  The attendant pocketed the tip and gave directions.

  "Hotel Inferno…"

  Howard muttered.

  This name seemed a bit interesting.

  "A depraved soul like mine should visit hell."

  He said to himself as he picked up a glass of champagne.

  He followed the directions given by the attendant and soon saw the newly opened 'Hotel Inferno'.

  "Wow, the atmosphere is great, and there's a long line."

  Howard raised his eyebrows. Waiting quietly in line wasn't something he would do.

  "Hey, man, if you're willing to give me your spot, this is all yours."

  Using money to make things easier was always one of the best ways to solve a problem.

  The two guards at the door took one look at him and placed a stamp with the pattern of a horned devil on his arm.

  "Go in."

  The security guard said in a hoarse voice.

  Howard walked through the door with one hand in his pocket.

  He sniffed and slightly frowned.

  'It smells like sulfur.'

  Howard thought to himself.

  But his attention was soon drawn to the decorations inside Hotel Inferno.

  A dark red color filled every corner of his view.

  The soft carpet gave off a bit of heat.

  There was also a faint flow of glowing light as if it was lava.

  The walls were carved with a variety of frightening and eccentric patterns, and there were waiters dressed like demons and devils going back and forth.

  "A hotel with Hell as the theme; it's really unique."

  Howard got interested and went to the front desk, where the chips were exchanged.

  "Sir, we don't take checks or cash here."

  The waiter, who had curved ram horns on top of his head and a hawk's hook snout, said so.

  He refused the check signed by Howard and the bills he pulled out of his wallet.

  "Then what do you accept here?"

  The corners of Howard's mouth curled up as he asked curiously.

  "The soul. The Hotel Inferno uses souls to exchange for chips. There's a place to weigh your soul over there."

  The waiter answered.

  "You guys are really acting like the real deal."

  Howard looked in the direction where the waiter pointed to. There was indeed a huge scale, not far away.

  Many guests who entered the hotel stood on it, waiting for the final result.

  "Soul for chips? What if I can't exchange my soul for enough chips, or if I lose all my chips and still want to continue the game?"

  Howard crossed his arms around his chest like a guest who was deliberately making things difficult.

  "You can sign a contract to mortgage your soul to Hotel Inferno."

  The waiter, expressionless, took out a thick pile of paperwork.

  "We have short-term mortgage contracts of 10, 30, 50, and 100 years, respectively, and long-term mortgage contracts of 200 to 1,000 years."

  Howard just glanced at it, and the dense words were enough to cause a headache.

  He grimaced and casually pulled out a pledge contract of unknown duration and signed his name.

  The waiter's dark eyes flashed with a touch of fiery light.

  He counted out several piles of chips of different denominations, packed them neatly on a tray, and handed them to Howard.

  "Welcome to Hotel Inferno… We hope you have a great time."