So seeing him blabbering like this, I couldn’t help but sit near him, while the screams of that creep were still echoing in the area, and the nasty fucks were staring at me in pretty disbelief and with pretty concerned looks, while this guy was looking at me with way too bright eyes.
And now in this moment, the barkeeper was also looking at me with pretty puzzled eyes, while I gestured him to make two strong and heartful drinks for me. Well, despite being so puzzled, the moment he saw my gesture, his composure again returned, and he began to take out a mug-like glass while pouring drink from some old tank-like thing.
Well, remembering the classic taste of old rum and tavern in such a place, I couldn’t help but feel kind of excited, because now I was literally looking like a protagonist in this scene; everybody’s eyes were on me, and the barkeeper, despite having so many doubts in his heart.
He was still true to his work, making the finest drink that I could ever hope for, and while I was enjoying such a scene, everybody was still looking a bit concerned, but despite it, many of them still decided to stay at the party and follow the evening with their loved ones.
While there were many also who left while cursing this accursed building and its master, but while all this was happening, and everything was turning back, I heard a whisper: ‘Do you want to gamble, little master, with the old gambler!’
Fuck, the moment he said these words, my eyes automatically turned at his wrinkled face and his shabby look, like despite this kind of appearance, this jerk had rather bright eyes, and he was even feeling better than that asshole.
So I also grinned back at him, while the barkeeper placed the mugs in front of us with a gesture of professionalism, and I lifted these mugs and put one in front of this old man with a feeling of brotherhood.
The moment I placed the mug in front of him, his gaze turned sincere for a few moments before that same wicked, charming, excitedness started to cover his eyes. Seeing it, I couldn’t help but grin.
And when I was enjoying such quality time with this new guy, I heard a voice: “Jerk, what did you do now? The popups are literally trying to devour my screen, one after another. I am getting all sorts of weird achievement messages, and why is it showing that ‘The Old Gambler has taken liking to you, huh?’
Creep, there was no such achievement even in its manual or any announcement, so why the fuck are you getting it?”
Hearing this poor kid, I couldn’t help but laugh in my maniac tone inside of my mind, because surely I couldn’t just ruin my newly made aura in front of everybody.
So with a quite heroic and cool-sounding tone, I spoke, “Brat, what did you even take me for, huh? What am I? I am the only legendary fucking ‘Milf hunter! ‘ So you shouldn’t even be surprised by my such charms. What do you take me for? If I wanted, I might have fucked this old coot’s ancestor if they met me!”
Hearing my words, this jerk went silent for a few seconds before speaking: ‘Stop bragging about your shits, you jerk! You are nothing but a creep, who have mommy issue, and believe me, if I told the media about how a milf hunter got turned on by his own mom, then what do you think is going to happen to your cool act?
Well, this jerk was a real bastard. Like, how could he criticize my love interests when I only feel attractions towards milfs? Like, it isn’t my issue that even my mom was a milf and even had that goddess-like figure.
And it was only his own system that forced me on that tub, jerkish brat, but despite ruining my mood, I still got good news: that this jerk was getting achievements, and that meant more gold coins.
With gold coins, rather than merely fucking the godly characters of this game, I could literally fuck this entire game! Feeling this proud, I gave this bastard a grin and spoke in a sincere tone: ‘Well, little brother wouldn’t mind a little gamble from Older Brother if he could bring something that could be said worth for both of our times!’
Hearing my words, his eyes finally turned wide, and now his composure was also even taking a stand for his looks, while the environment around us surely returned to normal, or more like, rather wild.
Because now, there was no one to check the invitation to this party, so big money bags were inviting their people also inside and having fun with them, but this old coot rather than answering straight.
Lifted his mug and gestured for me to raise mine also. With a cheer of brotherhood, we took a mouthful gulp of drinks, and he spoke with a heartfelt tone: ‘So little brother wants to play big, hahaahaaa!’
Old gambler never felt this alive in many years, so this time, for you kid, I will open my life’s biggest gamble for you! But there will be a condition that you will play in your true form without relying on that brat!’
Hearing his words, drinks stuck in my throat, and I couldn’t believe what just this creep just said, like he was really asking me to play for real, and how the fuck did he know about Yohan, that brat? What the fuck is even this wicked game, ‘Horny Gambler!’
Well, just like every sensible person, I screamed at Yohan: ‘Brat, what the fuck is this jerk even blabbering about? How the fuck does he know that I am not real, and how the fuck does he know that you are playing from my side? Jerk, do something. How about we whipe out this nigga also from this game, like that pesky doorkeeper!’
