Ch.7575. The Entire World Placed on the Table

“I’ll confirm it. Gerogius, you and I, Conqueror, are gambling with our organization’s assets. No limit, but restricted to five rounds. Small blind is 10 billion dollars. It doubles with each round.”

“That’s one trillion won per chip. Don’t worry. I don’t intend to take it in cash.”

“Likewise. Those SSS-class villains you broke out and currently have in Vengeance’s possession—I’ve been eyeing them. I welcome you coming to offer them on your own.”

Conqueror inhaled his cigar and smiled, revealing his teeth.

“With a special condition. Meanwhile, I’ll battle those ladies over there. One-on-one, three times. If even one of your people loses, the entire Villain Alliance comes under Hell’s Babel.”

“You understand perfectly.”

“Khahah! Aren’t you the boss of the Villain Alliance because of your overwhelming power? Did you think the mainland would be different? Do you think I gained all this through just politics and scheming?”

Conqueror arrogantly raised his arm.

“No, power! Overwhelming power! In the villain world, ability is everything! Of course, Gerogius, I should defer to you. But sending out those women was a mistake.”

“Let’s deal the cards.”

“Fine. I’ll take the dealer first. Big blind. Betting two chips. I can’t leave this kind of match in someone else’s hands. I’ll shuffle the cards myself.”

“Do as you please. But I warn you, you’ll regret it if you try any tricks.”

“Hey, I’ve owned all the casinos in Las Vegas for over six years. Do you know how many wrists I’ve cut off during that time? Enough to fill the Black Sea and then some.”

Shuffle. Conqueror mixed the cards. As the small blind, I placed one chip.

After Conqueror finished shuffling, I cut the deck, and two cards each were dealt in turn.

I checked my cards lightly. J and 9, not matching suits, but in a one-on-one, it’s a good hand for bluffing before the flop.

“Raise.”

“Taking the initiative? I can’t lose. Raise.”

In an instant, the chips on the table reached 8 trillion.

“Flop.”

2, 5, 7. No match, but I continued the momentum.

“Raise.”

“Call, turn.”

10. I could aim for a straight. But winning with a pair of Js would be best. I raise again.

“Someone who rose as rapidly as you is always confident. You’ve only been rising, whether as a hero or villain. But in the end, experience wins more often. River.”

The last card was revealed. The number was 2.

I had no match but continued to raise. Conqueror lifted the corner of his mouth.

“Raise.”

Counter-raise. The amount was 30 trillion.

“Fold.”

In the end, I gave up the match. Conqueror took the chips.

The loss from this round was about 24 trillion.

“Some things can’t be won with momentum alone, eh, Gerogius?”

“One.”

That’s how I answered him.

“What do you mean, ‘one’?”

“Continue the game. Your tongue is long. Besides, that one of yours over there seems to be getting his tongue ripped out. Is that okay?”

“What?”

Conqueror turned his head.

Lee Lu-a and Conqueror were engaged in battle.

“Axion, Zwei.”

Lu-a raised her arm. Simultaneously, Conqueror’s first clone had his limbs restrained and his jaw forcibly lifted into the air.

“Ugh, urrrgh…!”

“Wait, he’ll die like that!”

The Conqueror at my table panicked. I nodded slightly.

“You have plenty of lives anyway. What’s there to worry about losing one or two?”

“Kuk…!”

All of Conqueror’s clones are his main body. When one dies, it consumes one of his lives.

He possesses superhuman strength, defense, flight ability, and martial arts skills. In his youth, he had a brilliant record of military achievements as a super soldier in the army and as a mercenary.

Of course, he’s no match for the evil sentai Vengeance.

“Dark Matter. So she’s capable enough to crush the Dragon King Sentai!”

Acting tough when he knows better.

Finally, Lu-a finished off Conqueror #1.

“Damn it. Prepare for round 2, Gerogius!”

The second set of cards was dealt. I’m the dealer this time. My hand is ordinary. One pair with the board. Chips pile up, and after the final betting, we move to showdown.

“Pair of Queens.”

Conqueror displayed a wicked smile.

“I’ve changed my mind. I’ll put those women directly under me. Under an arrogant boss like you, they’re pearls on a pig’s neck.”

Conqueror revealed his hand.

“Two pair, 2s and 6s…! You know this already. What’s on the table can’t be taken back!”

Conqueror greedily raked in the chips.

I informed him.

“That’s the second.”

“What?”

“I clearly warned you before we started. From now on, I’ll use it twice too.”

“Ha, what bluster. Besides, the other women don’t look so good. What’s with that cosplay?”

“Boksil.”

I called to Boksil, who was pulling out an anti-tank machine gun.

“Yes, Master!”

“Not something that big. Just use pistols.”

“Aww. Boksil disappointed.”

Instead, Boksil gripped two silver-gleaming pistols, one in each hand.

“Whoa, large-caliber pistols in both hands?”

“A woman’s going to shoot those with one hand?”

“Her wrists will flip backward soon.”

The gallery sneered. Conqueror #2 was also overflowing with confidence.

Conqueror charged. When Boksil lifted her mask, his expression immediately changed.

Conqueror’s fighting technique is CQC, a military combat style designed to efficiently assassinate humans on the battlefield. In battle, it can take down one enemy soldier every two seconds at close range.

Papap! Boksil deflects Conqueror’s assassination techniques with precise movements while holding pistols in both hands.

At the same time, whenever the gun barrels point at Conqueror’s body, tatang! Huge gunshots ring out, and holes appear in his body.

Gun kata.

Conqueror ignores the pain and tries to subdue Boksil’s joints, but she elegantly evades and uses her large-caliber pistols like extensions of her hands.

As flames spurt out, holes in Conqueror multiply along with blood, and veins appear in his eyes.

“Urgh!”

Finally, Conqueror’s posture collapses, unable to overcome his injuries.

Boksil doesn’t miss the opportunity and kicks behind Conqueror’s knees, completely knocking him down and creating distance.

From there, it’s the victory of the armed one.

Boksil’s skill infuses the .50AE bullets as they mercilessly pierce through Conqueror’s chest in succession. The gunshots sound more like kwang than bang.

Finally, when Conqueror #2 becomes a motionless piece of meat, Boksil lowers her mask, turns to me, and smiles broadly.

“Master, Boksil hungry!”

“There’s a steak bar in the back. You can eat as much as you want.”

“Really? I can eat everything?”

“Yes.”

Boksil immediately dashes out, trampling other tables and making a mess.

“…Jesus. What did I just see?”

Conqueror sweated.

“If you didn’t see it clearly, you’d better open your eyes wider.”

“You talk big for someone on the verge of bankruptcy.”

Third round. Conqueror dealt the cards.

Betting continued to the river. The final card was revealed.

The board showed 4, 10, J, A, A.

“No need to go to five rounds. Let’s end it here, Gerogius. 100 trillion.”

“Is that all? All in, 500 trillion. All the villain infrastructure and stock market under the Villain Alliance.”

“You madman. You’re betting that tiny country in its entirety? I’ll take it.”

Showdown. Conqueror’s hand was A, A. Four of a kind.

“Welcome to Hell’s Babel.”

Conqueror was certain of victory.

“I wouldn’t want to join an organization headed by someone as weak as you, no matter how much you paid.”

I revealed my hand too.

Q and K of spades.

Royal straight flush.

“What! That’s impossible. The K of spades was definitely earlier…!”

“Earlier what?”

“Ah, nothing.”

Conqueror shut his mouth.

Of course he couldn’t say it.

He couldn’t admit with his own mouth that he was using a cheat to track the position of all cards.

“You didn’t…”

Conqueror’s expression distorted.

I answered him.

“One more left.”

“What…! Don’t be ridiculous! This guy just cheated!”

Conqueror stood up, raging.

“Your evidence?”

“Ugh…!”

Conqueror couldn’t answer.

Of course. He wouldn’t even be able to guess what I did or how.

No one could see the speed of death’s blue.

It wasn’t much. I just moved quickly to switch the cards.

Everything from the ones at the bottom to the ones that would go into his hands.

I clearly warned him not to use tricks before we started.

“Sit down.”

“How dare you be so brazen…!”

“Sit down.”

Eventually, Conqueror sat back down.

The fourth round began. I was the dealer.

As the cards came in and the flop was revealed, Conqueror’s expression turned pale.

“Hey, what’s going on! The cards are coming out exactly like the last round! Fold! Fol… huh?”

Somehow, betting had already been completed on the table.

Conqueror had bet 10 quadrillion.

Of course, I had placed it there.

“What! I didn’t bet! When were these chips placed here?! Invalid! Invalid…!”

“What’s on the table can’t be taken back. Isn’t that what you said earlier?”

“You crazy bastard!”

“I’ll take it. Call.”

The 500 trillion I won from Conqueror in the previous round plus the current asset value of the Villain Alliance Vengeance at 500 trillion. Together, I accepted 10 quadrillion.

The result was naturally my victory, just like the previous round.

“Damn it all!”

Conqueror clutched his head and turned toward where the battle was taking place.

“It’s okay! Whoever that weak woman is, if we just defeat her!”

“‘Kneel.’ ‘Bow down.’ ‘Hands to your neck.’ ‘Strangle yourself.'”

Conqueror #3 began to strangle himself. Foam started forming at his mouth.

“What an ugly sight. Now ‘break.'”

Snap.

A clear sound came from Conqueror #3’s neck bone before he collapsed.

“What the hell is this…?”

“Is this your first time seeing CEO E.lena?”

“…That was E.lena? Damn it all!!”

Conqueror gritted his teeth.

I gazed at him steadily.

“One round remains.”

“…Don’t think about using petty tricks.”

“Of course not.”

“I’m betting everything.”

Conqueror glared.

That’s how it should be.