9 Win Big, Lose None

"Ahahaha! You won big again, my lady, that stinky Rechumba was running with his tail between his legs again."

"That man never had the skill and was easily triggered, just like a loose firing pin in a gun, it can blast off at any time even without the holder."

"Sometimes you would wonder who's the idiot that put their round in that defective chamber to begin with."

"Truly, he is an idiot! The one who supported his business was more of a huge idiot! Ahaha, what a great saying, my lady, your humor deeply amazed me."

The game of blackjack continued. At the upper class section of the casino, a place where a huge bid is made. The token there is ten times the price from those of the first floor, but MF not only did she aim for the high reward, but also more of a private play with the big shot with less than ten gazes on her.

She played with two gentlemen and one scum. Luckily the scum had already fled after getting wrecked hard by the devil, she soon did that after seeing the other three who didn't particularly prefer playing with that outcast of a man.

One of the devious gentlemen with a pair of dragonoid horns placed his hands on the cards given. "Such a way with words. Mortal, we don't know your name and your partner over there, do we? Just take it as a courtesy of me to remember the debt for whooping Rechumba's ass."

The other rather fat individual twirled his mustache. There aren't any non-humanoid traits from him so there is a chance that he was one of the major Origis of humans. "Tarduk, you're horny again, you already have seven wives with you, no?"

Origis was a term for those who survived or came from the era right after the Valhalla Project had commenced. The era where humanity took their bets on bets with everything they threw to reclaim the land, the war that was known as the Dodeca War.

"Indeed, Mr. Tarduk, you should've gone to your wife. I'm already married myself, see?" MF peeked into her wife midgame. "It would be rude to take someone's partner, no?"

"Aww, I'm just showing my courtesy, though I don't mind if we can be closer." Tarduk leans his head on his grasp. His eyes rattled with high definition vision, capturing every edge and exterior of the women he leered. "Your husband must be the luckiest man. To have such a cunning and striking wife as yours."

"Tarduk, you're horny again. Don't steal someone's wife again please."

Before they could continue their games, a group of cultivators entered the upper class. One man and three women, all clad in rather non-classy manner like the devil. At first impression, they looked like a wanderer. The other three gals didn't seem to be the man's partner nor slave either.

Foel felt the same familiar feeling she had as back then. Her husband noticed this and hurriedly placed her hands.

"This should be my win but sorry folks, I have some important matters to attend to. Would be nice if we could play again." MF donned her slightly bitter smile to get away.

Both of the men stood up, Samford, the most human one, gave the two departing women a name card of his. "Jubile Samford is the name, come to my mansion if you want to play another game."

Jubile Samford, one of the 107 great human famous big family, it seemed like the devil got another path to branch in the future. It would be nice to have a good relationship with those humans who abandoned her in that facility 3000 years ago, MF thought sarcastically.

Tarduk cut both MF and Jubile after the women took the namecard. "Take mine too!"

"Tarduk, you're horny."

Both Foel and MF bid their farewell after growing their connection. They converted their tokens, which gave them 5 high grade mana crystals and 15 medium grade mana crystals. The tanomobi put the crystal in her pocket space before leaving the grand casino. That amount of mana crystal can lead a normal mortal into a good life, it could even buy some plot of land.

Before going to the market, both of them got into a small alley. MF greeted the stalker with a brute force on the groin, leaving the hooded man lifeless on the ground. After that, those two walked casually again to their destination.

"Darling, it seems like you attracted some grudges. Won't leaving the body will attract some unnecessary attention?"

"That is how it is after you win big at the casino, jealousy is always contagious. So you need to show a clear message instead of laying low, this Citadel is already going low by planting a cash tree circulation such as the gambling place anyway." MF wiped some blood on her hand. "It's a little bit disappointing that we can't go there anymore. The upper class would go bankrupt and a new king of gamblers would be born, the place would be dry for a while. "

"I would take a second guess usually but this time I have no doubt in your words. I've always have an eerie suspicion, that man does feel different, as if something is guiding them."

Over the course of years, MF had encountered numerous people and some of the encounters had this strange progression of events where the person exuded the otherworldly aura as if they were just a guest to this world. Some of them ended up becoming a genius and a strong usurper in no time, some can read minds, some are able to do something that the law of physics can't abide by.

After enough time researching them, their choice of words, their knowledge of this world. MF refers to those kinds of people as the 'Transmigrators'. They don't have a trace of history from this world at all, though some of them did but there is an abrupt change from adulthood and on.

"If only we had a way to see those invisible entities that guide them."

"You're the first person I met who noticed this. This might not be my right to ask this but, who are you?" Foel stopped, standing firm as her fierce eyes gazed upon the unknown in front of her, despite having close intercourse from time to time, yet not in trust. She felt that she wasn't trusted.

"Dear, I already told you, I'm a hyaenidae."

"Not a demon? Those usurpers wouldn't notice it but the void residing within you was dense. Then again, a demon excels at mana assimilation. What are you?"

Demons, one of the prominent races on the land of Neamh. They are formerly humans who lived in nomadic ways until the void gate appeared near their home. Many became Calamity but some were able to harness the power of void in their stead instead, they were persecuted for having the same blood with those monsters. But that was of the past, now it was common sense that not all demons are evil. So even in many organizations, they can be recruited after some trial.

They were only called Demon because of their demonic origin. The real demon lurks somewhere, existing and hidden beneath the Neamh.

MF didn't stop walking. "Cast the communication channel into me."

Foel did what she was told, connecting a channel onto her husband's mind as she heard what MF wanted to say.

"Just walk."

The tanomobi captured the message, laying low and acting normal. She then sent an inaudible message, "You said that you modified my physical vessel, but how and why? There was some void injected into me, you think I wouldn't notice?"

"I told you the truth, I'm not a demon. As for your body and the void, we will talk about it after you get your physical cultivation law, dear."

Foel paused for a bit. "Why? I'm grateful for it, you hate usurpers and my fate can be worse… I feel like I'm not punished enough."

Foel remembered what she wanted to become, she thought that her sins were still too much to bear without any tribulation.

"I already told you before the proposal, you are my experimentation, my partner, my slave, and my wife." The devil only smirked, playful with the mind of her wife. "Why would I punish my lovely wife?"

Everything would change if MF took the last proclamation out. It wasn't her plan in the beginning but she might as well go for it as it would give her more benefits. Then again, living the solidarity lifestyle Haven corroded her need for affection it seems, the hard working devil might need more support than she would have thought.

"I'm sorry if my curiosity irritates you..."

"Aww, it's fine, your curiosity is sweet, my dearest. Be patient, I will tell you everything as the time goes."

As the telepathic conversation goes on, A faint smile of relief etched into Foel's stern face. "Back then I thought you would only made me your sex slave."

"Euphemism! Use euphemism!"

Their feet stepped into the market zone. The peaceful street huddled into a roaring and bustling transaction place for it now was awake from its peaceful slumber as the path grew busier. The shops were stuffed and street vendors made the street extremely narrow forcing people to walk in a path with the width of three straight files as if they were soldiers going to battle. The items bargained weren't a normal everyday object either, it was a heavenly rice, ancient decor, Calamities' body parts, crystal from all kinds of power, artifacts, armors, weapons, talisman, and more.