God of the New World [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3 {Edited}

The chestnut-haired guy in rectangular glasses looked at the student council president sitting in front of him with a questioning gaze. The girl slowly took off her glasses and set them aside, crossing her arms on the cracked tabletop and leaning slightly forward.

"Neo Mori, let's play a game," she said.

"Alright?" the guy replied with a questioning tone, swallowing thick saliva and glancing at the loudly slammed entrance door. "Miss Shinra?"

"Sorry, I accidentally slammed it," her cold gaze made it clear even to an idiot that she didn't slam it accidentally. "Don't mind me; I'll stand here."

"Alright..." the guy turned back to Sona. "Um, you suggested playing a game, Miss Sitori? Chess?"

"Chess," the girl agreed, promptly moving a chessboard with pre-arranged pieces to the center of the table. "Black or white?"

"Black," the guy replied, offering a timid smile and covering his eyes.

"May I ask why you always play as black?"

"It's not a secret," Neo shrugged and scratched the tip of his nose. "It's too early to use white."

"..?" The president looked questioningly at Tsubaki, who shook her head negatively, then turned her gaze back to her interlocutor.

Another check for magical energies yielded negative results, causing the girl to ponder once again. And why did he mention "white"? It was unclear...

"Your move, Miss Sitori," the guy reminded her, examining the deep violet eyes of his opponent.

"Let's make a bet," Sona slowly said, taking her time to carefully choose her words. "A bet. If you win, you can wish for anything. But if I win, you'll have to answer any of my questions. What do you say, Neo, interested?"

"No," the guy frowned even more, leaning back comfortably in his chair. "This is an unfair bet. You don't know me well, and you're proposing such an unequal contract? What if I'm a maniac pervert?" Mori winced at his words and brushed aside a lock of hair that had fallen onto his right lens. "I apologize, but I think I'll decline."

"Oh, so you're a 'maniac pervert' then?" Sona mockingly asked, deciding to press on her interlocutor's pride and lead him to the desired decision. The decision she needed. "Or are you so confident in your victory? Where does such determination come from? Perhaps you're a knight?"

"I'm not confident in my victory," Neo immediately countered, crossing his arms in front of his chest and ignoring the mocking words about a "maniac pervert." "And I'm not a knight. It's just the way I was raised, and I believe that girls shouldn't be offered such ambiguous promises. And, in the end, in chess, there's one factor that plays a significant role."

"A factor?"

"Luck," Neo replied easily, ending his frowning gaze at his interlocutor. "A lot depends on luck. Even though chess is considered a game of intellect, it's not entirely so. Your opponent might not get enough sleep before the game, get distracted by something, or get lost in their thoughts. Isn't that luck?"

"So you don't consider our meeting lucky, Miss Sitori?" the guy suggested with a gesture for Sona to make a move.

"What's lucky about it?" the demoness wondered, shifting a rook. "I summoned you here; you couldn't refuse."

"Well, let's think about it together..." the guy smiled and took off his glasses, starting to wipe them with a handkerchief he had discreetly pulled out. "Was it luck that I piqued your interest? By being a suitable candidate for the student council with a positive reputation in my class. Was there luck in my good test scores and my ability to catch your attention? Or was it luck that I have a positive reputation, unlike... certain individuals." Neo vaguely alluded to the trio of perverts known throughout the academy. "Was it luck that my parents decided to move to this city, giving me the opportunity to enroll in this academy... luck that I was born in Japan, in this world?"