Flame Of The Gamer

Prologue

The first, ninth and tenth pledge barely made sense to Charles but he nodded and raised his right hand along with the Game Master.

"Aschente!"

"Since you're the challenged one, you can pick whatever chance game and decide the rules. Don't forget that we will be betting something too."

The Game Master calmly stated as he folded his hand together on his lap.

"Blackjack. Three rounds." Charles said. "If I win, I want the title of the Game Master."

The Game Master chuckled. "I have many who challenged me for that title but none have succeeded yet. Maybe you will..."

His eyes gleamed under the mask.

"I will be betting my life."

Charles was shocked, just what did that guy said?

"Oath 3, any bets made from both party must be of equal value. The title is technically my whole existence."

Not like Charles care, he will be the unbeatable gambler alive!

******

The room was quiet.

Charles have won the first round, he actually cheated but not that his opponent know.

Now it was the second round.

He gave out the cards, without even bothering to look, the Game Master sighed.

"Stand."

'What the? He didn't even look at the cards! Did he gave up already?'

Charles drew a card before presenting out his cards.

"20."

"17."

Then it was the third round.

Charles immediately put down his cards.

"20."

The Game Master toss his cards onto the table.

A King and an Ace.

"Blackjack. I win."

"How?!" Charles was mad now, how did the Game Master still win?!

"Actually it was already your loss right before the game started. You did a force shuffle. So this game is literally pointless."

He said as he stood up.

"Try not to make your cheats that obvious."

The Game Master then started to walk away when a force pushed him towards the edge of the roof.

(A/N: The venue of the game is on the roof, an open area room.)

Charles had push the Game Master off the roof.

Have you ever wonder how Charles became the best gambler.

It's not through his winning.

He sometimes loses in his games...

And when he does....

He kills his opponents.

The Game Master may or may not have foresaw this.

He smile as he fell through the air, his mask coming off at the same time.

Revealing a pair of eyes that seem to consist of mixtures of bright colors.

Before he fell, the Game Master have already toss a dice onto the roof.

His bet?

A small.

He continue to fall.

Charles becoming quite confuse as why was he smiling.

The dice finally stopped....

A two.

Small.

He won.

The Game Master then said his last words before he hit the ground.

"Die, Charles Veiner."

And his body hit the ground, unmoving.

Charles smirk and turn to walk away.

Before he started to claw at his throat.

The pain bubbling up his throat as he tried to scream.

But to no avail, his screams were unheard.

He let out one last scream....

Just to have his throat swell like a balloon before exploding.

Splashing blood onto the roof.

And onto a dice.