"How can you use your soul as a bargaining chip when it does not belong to you?"

  Luke hugged the succubus lady, let the latter carry the tray full of chips, and then strutted to the next table.

  He didn't even look at the devil's pawn who lost all his chips. This was the contempt of the winner for the loser.

  "And no matter how many more rounds we play, you can never be my opponent."

  Luke spoke with the standard villainous tone, full of sarcasm.

  The human gambling game wasn't the least bit difficult for him.

  Hachem's pride in card reading and card counting was nothing in front of Superman.

  Not to mention the ridiculously low probability of getting a royal flush. If Luke wanted, he could play ten of such cards.

  Besides, his super eyesight could see his opponent's cards.

  Playing Texas Hold'em, no one could beat him.

  Luke really wanted to throw a smug emoji pack at the other party.

  "Blackjack."

  Leaving Texas Hold'em table, he moved on to the next place.

  Leaving that face of despair, self-effacing, and incomparable defeat of the man.

  'If Mephisto doesn't come out, I'll win all the chips in every table. '

  Luke thought so. Anyway, in order to gain profit, the old devil's casino had no limit on the number of bets.

  Theoretically, as long as he won chips fast enough, he could close down this Hotel Inferno.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, all the expenses tonight will be paid by this gentleman!"

  Luke walked halfway down and whispered something into the succubus lady's ear.

  The latter conveyed the exact words, which immediately caused a wave of cheers inside the casino.

  One of the easiest words in the world to get people's favor was 'to treat'.

  And one of the easiest things to do was 'freeloading'.

  Hearing that someone was paying the bill, guests who came in for fun flocked to the buffet.

  They haven't realized that they would never leave the hotel if they couldn't earn enough soul chips.

  "I hope you have a good time."

  Luke was like a rich guest, throwing out a lot of red and white chips.

  Once again, a large group of people came around and clamored for the chips while he sat down at the blackjack table with the succubus lady in his arms.

  As a result of the previous actions, he won a lot of chips. The money he threw away made Luke seem like a God of Gambling at this time.

  Not only did the guests next to him give up their seat voluntarily, but even the sexy dealer's hands were shaking a bit.

  Luke pushed out all the chips in the tray with a relaxed smile around his mouth and whispered, "Let's get started."

  This was a calm and relaxed look that made the succubus lady nestled next to him blissfully happy and starry-eyed.

  She couldn't help but get closer, and her slender tail swung around.

  Luke kept his eyes open and focused on the table.

  He wasn't interested in the succubus, who smiled from ear to ear. Even in friendly matches, the player should also be at the level of the Queen of Limbo.

  …


  …


  "Mundus, how many did he win?"

  Sitting at the top floor, staring at the casino, Mephisto's expression was indescribable.

  "The human won seventeen times in a row, and each time he won exactly … twenty-one."

  Even across the telephone line, Mundus could feel the Lord of Hell's anger.

  This kind of behavior would provoke a 'serious warning' from the casino, even if it was a normal casino.

  What's more, the owner behind Hotel Inferno was Mephisto, an old devil with absolutely no mercy and compassion.

  "Oh, it's all blackjack … such arrogance."

  Mephisto's tone was soft, but the more so, the more his inner anger accumulated.

  The rules of Blackjack were very simple. The sum of cards in one's hand should not exceed twenty-one, that was a blackjack hand, and should be as big as possible.

  Generally speaking, players would continue to hold when the sum was around four to eight.

  At seventeen and above, players wouldn't take any more cards for fear of 'blowing up' —— exceeding twenty-one.

  If someone could win seventeen games in a row, it could still be attributed to good skills and good luck.

  But on this basis, not only can he win seventeen times in a row, but the cards were exactly twenty-one —— that was also a rare hand, just like a royal flush in Texas Hold'em.

  As long as someone got it, they were sure to win.

  The disadvantage was the high degree of difficulty and risk.

  When the number of points reaches nineteen, the probability of 'blowing up' would increase indefinitely.

  In order to get enough for twenty-one, Mundus couldn't think of any other method except cheating.

  "It's time to meet this guest. Don't let anyone say that Hotel Inferno doesn't entertain our guests well enough."

  Mephisto hung up the phone and stood up.

  The ferocious face squeezed out a smile, and the hellish flames that lingered on his body turned into a red suit.

  He built Hotel Inferno on earth just to harvest more souls.

  But Luke's presence brought the old devil's plan to a slight halt.

  Winning Texas Hold'em with a royal flush.

  When he played Blackjack, he would always get a twenty-one —— the points of the two cards at hand would add up to twenty-one in total. For example, an Ace and a suit, or a 10.

  This was simply pointing at the casino owner's nose and saying, 'I'm cheating. What can you do about it?'

  Mephisto has never been a good-tempered devil, and some people had offended him before.

  Except for the previous Sorcerer Supreme, this generation's Sorcerer Supreme, and the next generation's Sorcerer Supreme, all the others were dead.

  With his silver skeleton cane, Mephisto arrived at the casino.

  He walked straight up to the Blackjack table, looked at Luke, and said, "I'd like to play a few games with you."

  "Okay."

  Luke nodded and agreed.

  After gaining the authority of the God of Death, Set, the light of his soul that was shining like a firefly in the night, could finally be hidden.

  Otherwise, the old devil wouldn't think that he was a human being.

  If Mephisto could see the light of his soul, he would have seriously considered it.

  What he was doing would provoke the fearsome entity in front of him.

  "How about Stud poker?"

  Mephisto snapped his fingers. The waiter behind him pushed a small cart loaded with blue chips, which could cover the entire gambling table.

  "No problem, I also like this exciting method of playing."

  Luke nodded once again, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the succubus lady sitting next to him had gradually distanced herself.

  Rushhh!

  Stacks of blue chips were pushed onto the middle of the gambling table, one fresh soul after another.

  "Two for the player and two for the dealer."

  The hands of the sexy dealer, who was issuing the cards, slightly trembled.

  "Looks like you're really confident …?"

  Mephisto glanced at his up-card and down-card and took a sip of the red wine that was served to him.

  "I just feel that Lady Luck seems to be on my side tonight."

  Luke slightly smiled. He couldn't see the old devil's hand.

  The black flames were so dense and unparalleled that they wrapped around the area where the old devil was.

  It seems that this Lord of Hell had sensed that the means Luke used might not be 'cheating methods' in the usual sense.

  "Let's play."

  Mephisto, who had confirmed his cards and no longer looked at them, seemed confident that he had won.

  In his long life, he had also been addicted to the gambling games invented by humans.

  In other words, the old devil was actually a veteran gambler.

  "Nineteen! What do you have to beat me with?"

  Mephisto turned over his down-card. The number of points added to the open card was exactly nineteen.

  It was just a little bit away from being 'blown up.'

  The old devil was watching Luke the whole time and didn't find anything unusual about his opponent.

  No one could cheat in front of him without being found out!

  Mephisto firmly believes in this.

  With Luke only having to take one card, a rough estimate of the sum of his points would be between eight or ten.

  'I win!'

  "If you can beat my nineteen points, I'll eat this table!"

  The old devil sneered and said so.

  A glint of fire flashed in his eyes as he looked right through Luke's cards.

  'Sure enough!'

  'Only ten in total!'

  "You're the one that said it, Lord Mephisto."

  Luke's lips curved up at the corners, and he spread out all the cards in his hand.

  "Sorry, blackjack."

  'I was set up?!'

  Mephisto reacted, and his eyes, filled with the fires of hell, fiercely glared at Luke, who became the winner.

  "Who the hell are you?"

  The old devil asked with a gloomy face.