The Power Of The Powerless Gambler

Chapter 4: Deadman Tell No Talesntitled

Victor watched with a barely concealed grin as Zack's face contorted with frustration and disbelief. He had seen Zack confront ruthless adversaries, face lethal threats, and emerge unscathed. But it seemed that this charming, seemingly harmless girl was the latest twist in Zack's ever-complicated narrative.

"When some wretched animal tried to scratch and tangle you, the only way for the squire to break through was to headbutt if you can't use your hand."

Yuna felt the need to explain. But, due to the tension, she just added insult to injury.

Wild laughter erupted from the driver's seat while a guy with murderous intent touched his sore forehead behind him. Yuna astounded Victor once again.

"WRETCHED ANIMAL?!"

Seeing the devil's rage was her doom. Yuna bit her lip and averted her gaze, her heart pounding.

"Please forgive me for this once. I didn't mean to speak it loudly."

She tried to apologize sincerely. Her hands covered her face and elevated her knee on defense.

"These postures showed you still wanted to live."

Zack leaned back casually in his chair, his posture relaxed despite the charged atmosphere.

"These postures show you still want to live," he said, his voice smooth but edged with menace. "This constant struggle to breathe might make you prefer death, but I won't allow you to do anything that could damage my valuable asset."

His tone was casual, almost nonchalant, yet the underlying threat was unmistakable. Zack's dangerous calm was as unsettling as ever, a sharp contrast to his handsome face, which often bore an unsettlingly bloodthirsty aura.

Yuna's eyes widened in fear as she clutched her hands together. "I'm sure I'm of no use to you. Unless you're planning to sell my organs?"

Zack's grin was chilling, a predator's smile that hinted at his dark amusement. "Trust me, I'm an expert at identifying valuable objects," he said, his eyes glinting with a menacing promise.

She stopped debating with the devil and closed her eyes again.

Yuna always thought of her father when she was having an awful day. Her father had always been her hero, the beacon of righteousness in a world that seemed increasingly dark and unforgiving.

"Why won't you go easy on me? Are you not bored of winning?"

Her father always attuned to her love for games, and since they don't have entertainment technologies, they spend their leisure time playing various card and board games with strategic aspects.

"Because I don't want you to take it easy in life," he replied. "Games are more than just games to us. They're a way to prepare you for the real world."

They sat across from each other, the King in the Corner card game spread between them. Her father continued, his tone both firm and encouraging. "Imagine life as a gamble. You're betting your future with every decision you make. Your opponents won't let you off the hook if you lose, so you must win no matter what.

First, choose your game—your path—carefully. Make sure you understand the rules and the stakes. Second, remember that luck isn't limitless, no matter how fortunate you may be. If your life is a gamble, then you need to have a trick up your sleeve and make sure your opponents can't read you."

"Every decision counts, just like every move in this game. You need to be strategic and prepared for the unexpected. That's how you'll succeed in both the game and life."