Felix Maxwell was destined to be a loser, born on one of the weakest races and on the least favorable of situations, he was forced to face adversity head-on as he traveled across the vast universe where dangers laid in every corner, one day traveling in hopes of riches he stumbled upon a ruin where a supreme being laid imprisoned, in a stroke of bad luck the being laid its eyes on him and tried to take over his body, forcing itself upon him. But fate hadn't given up on him! He woke up in his younger body, 20 years in the past with the fallen being trapped in his soul. In his past life he had been a loser, giving up on things mid-way and never striving for greatness, he was a side character who made the strong shine even brighter, but not on this life. He swore to himself he would strive for glory, he would take advantage of his knowledge and emerge as a supreme being! ...... Novel Discord: https://discord.gg/FTfXXYHnFT This is my Patreon, everyone is welcomed to drop by! https://www.patreon.com/MidGard_Author
"Call." Felix said while pushing a small mountain of chips into the center of the table.
Thor stared at him intensely with a serious expression, hoping to find if he was bluffing or for real with his bet.
Alas, he ended up finding nothing on Felix's numb expression.
He already mastered the emotionless face after spending time with Asna and rest talking in his mind constantly.
"Tsk, I fold."
Thor threw his cards to the center and leaned away from the table. His chips were few and he didn't want to take another risk with his garbage cards.
This left only Asna, Lady Sphinx, and Jörmungandr still contemplating their move.
As for the dealer?
Eee! Eee!
It was Nimo wearing a cute tuxedo as he stood on a long stool.
He absolutely had no idea what the f*ck was going on but Asna's 'gentle' training made it possible for him to do a basic job of a dealer.
"Call."