God of Money: Reincarnated as the Weakest SSS Rank
Chapter 53: Game

Chapter 53: Game

-I can still return to the first chips, if you want...

Those were words that struck at the pride of someone who was hesitating when he saw 50 million on the table.

He was a high roller in this game, to the point that few can beat him within this city. He had come a long way to play and make money for the Casino at the owner’s request, and so far, he had completed it majestically.

Although few say so, he has not lost once since he arrived. He is guaranteed to be great in this industry, although there are those who suspect him of cheating.

These are empty suspicions, though; no one has proof.

How could anyone-a young man at that- come to say such words to him? Where was the respect for a legend of the game like him?

That’s why he was furious.

Certainly, 50 million was a very large amount, but that was okay.

He walked to the front and smiled, "Good. I don’t know what family you’re from, but I hope your parents don’t come complaining to me later. This was a game you sought out."

He put the chips on the table and agreed. "Let’s play then. Fifty million."

As soon as he said that, several people in charge arranged the table. The people who had dispersed were soon amassed again to watch.

Even people from other games couldn’t help but be attracted by the bet, and even people from the 2nd floor peeked out.

"What’s going on downstairs?" A beautiful, young-looking woman asked. She was on the 2nd floor, amusing herself with bets here and there.

"Quite a big bet, it seems. A Young Master from some family seems to have bet 50 million on a game of pool with that Casino Master." A man next to her replied respectfully.

"Oh, is he reckless or just a jerk?"

"Haha, good question. I don’t know him, so I doubt he’s from any big family. Maybe he’s just a wastrel."

The woman nodded, though she stared at the figure of that Young Master.

"He looks like a foreigner, from his white hair."

The answering man frowned and looked at him again. His hair was hidden behind the hat and the robes, so he had not noticed it. But there were a few strands down the back that showed.

"A foreigner from the North?"

"Possibly, though someone from the North wouldn’t have those garments here. The cold there is too intense to want warmth in this place."

"You’re right, Miss..." The man had not noticed these things, so he was stunned when they were emphasized.

"We could go down if it gets more interesting. Here things..." She looked up and watched the fights going on around her.

This area upstairs was focused on betting on martial arts fights and some slightly rough games.

"They’ll be bored for the next hour, surely." She spoke.

The man next to her nodded at her. "That’s all right, miss. Anyway, the real fun in town starts tomorrow."

"Haha, you’re right."

The two then walked down the stairs, with other people following close behind.

Louis was already playing. He had bought a cue from the Store that claimed to be a Magic Cue with amazing quirks.

It didn’t give an edge, but it had a perfect grip and was quite beautiful. Also, being magical, it had the possibility of magic being used on it.

It even had Arkanometric Fabrics inscribed on it, which could be used to make it impossible for anyone to notice, all on the inside of the wood.

He wouldn’t use them today, though.

He didn’t need them to win.

He realized something a while ago. Although the people here had a good level of talent for the game, they didn’t spend much time playing it.

It was possible that the game itself hadn’t been invented that long ago. So, he could perhaps make a revolution in this game, just based on the fact that he was pretty good in his time on earth and had the experience of thousands of predecessors to learn from.

Whereas here, maybe he is just getting started.

There are not many predecessors to learn from.

That is, they were inexperienced.

That was why he was decisive as soon as he started. He gave his opponent no chance to act.

Suddenly, he had started.

And just like that...

It was over.

A game of classic 8-Ball Pool was over as soon as it began.

The man betting against Elliot was stunned, staring at where the final 8-Ball had entered.

Crap.

He had lost 50 million in front of everyone’s eyes.

The man who had earlier lost 3 million seemed to recompose himself suddenly. It was the typical recomposition of: I lost 3, but he lost 50. He lost more, I shouldn’t feel so bad.

That’s what he thought.

But how the hell had he lost?

Louis just smiled and grabbed the chips he was entitled to.

But before he could do so, the man stopped him. "Let’s bet again." He spoke.

Louis turned to look at him. "Are you sure? Do you have money?" he asked.

"Of course." He answered firmly.

He smiled then. "Good." Then he put all the chips on the table again.

"100 million this time. You think so?"

"You..."

"You don’t want to? 50 is fine..."

"No. Make it 100." He replied quickly.

In the distance, a person frowned and gave him a stern look, but he didn’t care.

A 100 million bet. He understood the consequences of failing. But he couldn’t give up either, having lost 50 million in a heartbeat.

Louis signaled for him to start when all was settled and each side’s 100 million was on the line.

Having won the last one, he would at least give him a chance to take the lead.

He was already preparing to get some way to start first, but seeing it given to him without further ado, he smirked.

’He’s good. No one would do what he did by mere luck. But you underestimate me if you think I can’t sink all eight balls simultaneously, like you.’

That was just his specialty, too. Giving his opponents a slight advantage, then sinking them all in a row.

It seems that his opponent’s... a young man at that, was the same.

Unfortunately, he seemed to be underestimating him for giving him a chance.

He then braced himself and launched the first shot.

The cue ball crashed hard into the rest of the balls, which bounced around as usual. Maybe a little more than usual.

He then began his streak.

One and two.

Three. Four. Five.

With each ball pocketed, the sound in the room grew less and less loud. Only the ball hitting the ball resounded freely, as if announcing a sentence with the clock ticking.