Chapter 570
Chapter 570
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 570
Chapter Title: Academy's Savior
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“Hmm. They look like the models I’ve seen on TV...”
“Yes. Some of them are working as models around the world. They’ve all received Harteng-nim’s grace.”
Grace.
In other words, all of them had contracted with Harteng.
I walked toward a model I recognized. Sensing my approach, she opened her eyes and looked at me.
“What’s up?”
“Nice to meet a celebrity. You look even more beautiful in person.”
“You want my body, huh? Give me your room number, and I’ll come by in an hour.”
“Not here?”
“Doesn’t matter to me.”
Without hesitation, she stripped off her clothes. But my interest vanished in an instant. Her breasts screamed implants, and her pussy was festooned with piercings. She reeked of being used hard. Hell, embracing Lamia would be more enjoyable than this woman.
“Lost my mood.”
“I must look like a slut to you, right?”
“Aren’t you?”
“Spot on. I’ve fucked three times today already.”
“Spreading your legs for big shots at the broadcasting stations?”
“No. For even bigger shots.”
I backed away from her. She closed her eyes again, not even bothering to put her swimsuit back on.
I headed elsewhere.
It was the level below the pool.
The place was a drug den. Thick smoke filled the room. Drugs.
Men and women, high out of their minds, crawled naked across the floor. Whenever they met, they fucked without a care for who the other was—woman on woman, man on man, it didn’t matter.
“This is even worse.”
“Not your taste? I can take you somewhere else.”
“I don’t have a habit of doing drugs.”
With Absolute Mind, even if I got drunk on booze or high on drugs, my body might get excited, but my mind stayed sharp.
Lamia guided us to another spot.
In the restaurant, I sampled dishes from world-famous chefs whose names alone rang bells. I even caught a concert by a singer with enough clout to rock the entire globe.
The casino was the most fun.
Gambling had its thrills in various forms, but what really hooked me were the bunny girls working there. Teasing them in their sexy outfits while playing roulette was a blast.
“21.”
I tossed out a random number and bet chips.
“Ahng, ahhng...”
My hand was busy groping the black-haired bunny girl squeezed next to me. Fondling her breasts, fingering her pussy.
The roulette spun. I barely paid it any mind.
I ripped open the crotch of her leotard, exposing her pussy.
“Ahng. Sir. Not here...!”
“Shut up and bend over.”
The bunny girl couldn’t defy my order. I pulled out my cock and shoved it into her pussy. It was a bit dry at first, tight and rough, but she was getting wetter by the second.
“Roulette’s stopped. Landed on 21. Congratulations.”
35-to-1 payout.
I’d bet a $10,000 chip, so I pocketed $350,000 on the spot. With my stake, that made $360,000. Over 400 million won in Korean terms. A massive haul, but it barely moved the needle for me.
“Next, $100,000 on 9.”
“Oof. Landed on 0.”
“Too bad.”
Her pussy was way more interesting than the roulette. Chewy and tight.
“Ahng! Ahhng! Hnngh!”
The people around stared in disbelief. My youthful looks played a part, but openly fucking a bunny girl right there shocked them. Some were even impressed by my luck.
I kept betting on single numbers, winning about one in three spins.
“Another $100,000. 17.”
“...Landed on 17. Congratulations, sir.”
“Lucky streak.”
I’d always had luck that hit hard when it came.
In this world, my good karma’s boosted it even more.
That day, I turned $10,000 into about $3 million at the casino. Fucked three bunny girls.
“Lamia. Take me to the most popular spot.”
“Yes. It’s underground.”
The place Lamia led us to was an arena.
A narrow ring sat in the center, where two men wielded weapons in combat.
It wasn’t rigged. The fighters on the ring swung with full intent to kill. They unleashed abilities without restraint. Their bloodlust electrified the spectators.
Like the Colosseum.
Most spectators wore masks. From overheard chatter, they were even betting on winners.
My eyes gleamed as I focused on the match.
The skill level was higher than expected. In real-world terms, like C-rank Hunters battling.
Both trained professionally.
Amusement aside, it was useful reference for me.
I was deep into the duel when someone approached. A bracelet marked them as an invited guest.
A blond hunk in flashy red suit. Slightly droopy eyes. His blue gaze oozed arrogance, mirroring his personality.
“Nice to meet you.”
He grinned and greeted me. My eyes turned icy.
“Who are you?”
“Eric Bogart. And you?”
Eric Bogart. Heir to America’s Bogart family. A one-off villain in the original story, barely a blip. Disposable extra, only in specific routes. Not even a side character.
“Edwin.”
“Oh. Same as my father. What a coincidence!”
Eric chuckled. He knew I’d picked his dad’s name on purpose.
“What do you want?”
“Truth be told, nothing much with a kid like you. What interests me is... your guardian there.”
He eyed Yuria. She stayed silent, unmoving.
“Mask or not, I can tell by the vibe. Strong and beautiful. I’d love to see the face under that mask. Ideally, in my bedroom.”
“Full of shit. I don’t plan to cause trouble here, so I’ll let this slide once. Get lost.”
“Kekeke. Scary kid. I’m terrified.”
He plopped down in the seat next to me.
“Not just the maid—you’ve piqued my interest too. Never thought I’d see a brat like you here. Makes me curious about your deal.”
“Immature punk. Do I really look like a little kid?”
“I’ve got good instincts. You’re a kid, and that maid’s a knockout. Mask doesn’t hide it.”
He winked at Yuria.
“Nameless lady. Ditch the brat and hang with us adults? Got an amazing gift for you.”
“...”
Yuria didn’t even respond.
“Lamia.”
“Yes.”
“Can’t you kick this guy out?”
“Sorry. Beyond my authority.”
“Then can I kill him?”
“Guest disputes are forbidden. You could get ejected, so please refrain.”
“Ooh. Intense.”
Eric snickered.
“What do I do when he’s picking a fight?”
“I’ll call management right now.”
“Sorry. Sorry. Apologizing here—don’t call them? Already got a warning.”
Eric apologized with a cocky shrug.
“Words alone won’t cut it. Got nothing to give right now... so info instead. On Harteng, this party’s host. You’re curious, right?”
“I know some about Harteng already. But maybe you’ve got fresh intel. I’ll accept your apology. Spill what you know.”
“Edwin... Weird calling you that—my dad’s name. No other name?”
“It’s Edwin.”
“Fine, Edwin. Know why Harteng threw this party?”
Of course I did. And the reason was simpler and more boring than expected.
“To brag. How great he is. How much he owns.”
“Oho. Not just some random hanger-on?”
“Saw it wandering around. Freaky stuff on display. Objects. And people.”
“Right. Harteng’s real wealth is people. If he wanted, he could shake the whole world. But know this? His true identity...”
“Demon.”
“Huh?”
He panicked, eyes wide in shock.
“Not just a guess... You really know Harteng’s true nature? Whoa, big shot! Few know that. Where you from? Desert clan? Never heard of a kid like you there...”
“That all you got? Lame. Get lost.”
“Hits the pride. Fine, real killer info: Rumor says Harteng’s most prized treasure is on this ship.”
“...Sure about that?”
“Heard from my uncle, not 100%. No clue what it is either. But you seem like you know.”
“Good info. Now scram.”
“Prickly little shit.”
Eric stood. But he didn’t leave quietly. He bowed politely to Yuria and offered his hand.
“Lady. Forget the kid—play with me? I’ll make it fun.”
“If you leave, that’d be fun.”
“Ha, haha... Guess I’ll go. But I retreat like a gentleman only this once. Starting shit here’s bad for me too. Next time we meet...”
He trailed off and strode away.
“Get a chance, I’ll take him out too.”
“Order it, and I’ll handle it now.”
“Think you can in your state?”
Weak as he looked, Eric was Bogart heir. No pushover. Probably stronger than my real-world self.
“Direct fight and assassination are different. I’ve got the tools.”
“Nah. Forget him. Harteng tomorrow night’s the priority.”
Compared to Harteng, Eric was small fry. Focus on the demon duke now.
But if that treasure rumor’s true...
Probably tomorrow.
Harteng would gather the crowd and flaunt his prize. Typical of him.
Timing-wise... his greatest treasure’s gotta be... Fire Heart? Kekeke. Talk about luck.
I glanced at Lamia, rolling my eyes. She showed no reaction despite overhearing. Even if I said I’d kill Harteng outright, she wouldn’t rat me out. No obligation, and from her view, his death freed her. Win-win.
“Lamia. Show me more spots.”
“Yes, sir.”
A middle-aged man climbed onto the stage.
A fat guy in a high-end tuxedo. Short and stubby, with a belly bigger than a full-term pregnant woman’s. Short limbs made him look pathetic. Close-cropped hair, deep wrinkles on his face, and sharp black eyes.
Ridiculous sight. Yet no one dared laugh. Harteng’s overwhelming presence silenced them.
“Gentlemen, ladies. Thanks for coming to my party.”
Playful tone, laced with arrogance.
“I called you here to show off my great achievements. Just gawk, envy, and praise them.”
Harteng extended both hands forward. A vile green flame flickered between them.
Soon, it turned crimson. The heat reached me, dozens of meters away.
“Behold with your eyes, feel awe in your soul. The flame heart forged from 20,000 human souls and 66 fire spirits.”
Harteng grinned in ecstasy.
Puuk.
A blade flew from somewhere, embedding in Harteng’s neck.