1 The Biker from the Underworld

"I'm so done"

the dark green hair girl murmured, her gaze fixated on the ground. Her eyes resembled lifeless fish, and her body moved with the lethargy of a zombie. "I can't believe I made that bet. I'm such an Idiot." She continued trudging ahead, oblivious to her surroundings, without even bothering to lift her head.

Unaware of the imminent danger, the girl ventured onto the street despite the traffic light still displaying a green signal. Suddenly, a bike sped towards her, but just as the rider caught sight of the girl, he revved the engine and accelerated. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" the Biker exclaimed, pulling up his helmet.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry," the girl stammered, finally realizing her mistake. However, the Biker detected the sorrowful expression on her face. "Hmm? Something troubling you? You seem down," he inquired.

With a feeble attempt to conceal her emotions, the girl replied, "Oh, it's nothing."

"Did your boyfriend break up with you or something?" the Biker probed further.

"No, it has nothing to do with relationships. It's just that luck wasn't on my side at the casino," she confessed, her voice tinged with disappointment.

As the girl walked away, the Biker's gaze lingered on the massive casino building behind her. "Ah, I see," he mused to himself before abruptly parking his bike in front of the casino entrance. "Hey, you can't park there!" a guard shouted.

Undeterred, the Biker tossed his keys at the bodyguard and nonchalantly instructed him to "park her over there," pointing at a designated area. Putting on his sunglasses, he sauntered towards the confused blonde girl. "Hey, what's your name, by the way?" he asked.

"Um... Aya," the girl replied, still perplexed by the Biker's strange behavior.

Chuckling, the Biker introduced himself, "I'm Toshiro Kokoro." As Aya stared at him blankly, the Biker proposed an unexpected invitation, "So, Aya, want to go back to the casino? I'll help you pay back your debt."

The offer caught Aya off guard, and she hesitated before finally blurting out, "Um, who are you?" Toshiro put his hand in his jeans pocket and coolly replied, "Just a guy who knows his way around the casino."

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Toshiro's appearance: Black fade hair with a little trail of white, red and black jacket, gray eyes, and wears a necklace

Aya's appearance: Dark green hair, wears a blue track suit with jeans.

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stepping in to the the casino, I snatched a glass of champagne while Aya gestured towards a particular game. "That's where I lost," she said, pointing at the slot machine. Toshiro couldn't help but chuckle "Out of all the games, you picked a slot machine?"

Aya admitted, "I wasn't really into card games." Toshiro chuckled and replied, "Well, you can't just come to a casino and play only one game. How about we try something more exciting?" He pointed towards a roulette table.

(If you wanna know how to play roulette go look it up)

At the roulette table., a sense of despair hung in the air, evident in the defeated expressions of players who had lost substantial amounts of money. I casually took a seat, crossing my legs, and casually rested my elbow on the shoulder of one player. "Hey, hey now. you know that's not how you should play roulette." I remarked, catching the attention of the bewildered individual.

"H-Who the hell are you?" the player stammered, taken aback by my sudden intrusion.

With a self-assured smile, I replied, "Here, let me show you how it's done."

Toshiro eagerly gathered a stack of $10 chips and strategically placed them across the roulette wheel numbers. "What's this? You're betting on every number except 16?" Toshiro's opponent remarked, raising an eyebrow at his unconventional approach.

With a mischievous smirk, Toshiro simply nodded, brimming with confidence. The roulette wheel spun, and the ball found its place on 24. "Yes! That's a win!" Toshiro exclaimed, pumping his fist triumphantly. "Now, let's keep the winning streak going. No bets on 16 or 24 this time."

Aya watched the scene unfold, puzzled by Toshiro's strategy. "$370 spent but only $360 returned? I can't understand his plan," she thought to herself. Meanwhile, the dealer couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of strategy is this? It seems like mere superstition, believing that lightning won't strike the same spot twice."

As the wheel spun once more, the ball landed on the number 30. Aya suddenly had an epiphany, realizing Toshiro's approach. "Ah, I see now. By excluding the winning number from his bets, he aims to turn a profit. It's a good strategy, though it may take a long time to earn some substantial winnings," she silently acknowledged.

Toshiro confidently raised the stakes, exchanging his chips for $15 denominations. Placing each chip on a number, excluding 30, 16, and 25, he awaited the wheel's verdict.

"Anything but those three numbers," Aya silently pleaded. Finally, the ball settled on 18. "There it is! You see, Aya? By eliminating 18, my earnings will increase," Toshiro explained, only to be met with Aya's gentle push and remark, "Please try not to touch me. also your breath stinks."

Unbeknownst to Toshiro, the dealer had a devious plan in mind. "Let's see if this brings you down a peg," he mused. As fate would have it, the ball slipped away and landed on 16. Toshiro's expression turned from anticipation to sheer shock.

"HAHAHA! You've lost it all, kid," taunted one of the players nearby. "Looks like luck has abandoned you. Over $2000 down the drain, HAHAHA!" The surrounding players joined in the laughter.

"W-wait, I still have more money," Toshiro stammered, swiftly exchanging $600 into chips. "I'm starting over." The dealer couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief at Toshiro's persistence, muttering to himself, "What an idiot."

Toshiro leaned in, his focus unwavering as he meticulously placed chips on every number except one: 16. The room grew hushed, tension thickening the air. Finally, he couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. "Hey, Dealer, it's not possible for the ball to land on the same number again, right?" Toshiro's voice carried a sly undertone, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

The dealer, taken aback by the question, responded cautiously, "Well, it's highly unlikely. The odds are against it." Toshiro's grin widened, revealing a glint of confidence. "That's all I need to hear," he murmured, reaching for his glasses and sliding them onto his face, as if donning a secret weapon.

Aya, who had been observing the scene intently, felt her eyes widen in realization. (Flashback: Toshiro's voice cut through the lively atmosphere of the bar, capturing Aya's attention. "Hey, Aya," he said, handing her a wad of cash. "Take this. When I put on my glasses, bet on a number I haven't touched.")

Without a moment's hesitation, Aya followed Toshiro's instructions and placed her bet on the number 16. The dealers, now catching on to Toshiro's audacious gamble, exchanged bewildered glances. "W-WAIT!"

the dealer began to sweat. "*Thinking* What have I been doing? I let this man manipulate me without even thinking once. from his dumb strategies and his cocky luck, all of that was to bait me into thinking he's a rookie" voices trailed off as the ball came to a halt, landing precisely on 16.

WINNER WINNER WINNER! The crowd stood frozen in shock as Toshiro and Aya claimed their staggering prize of $14,000. A chilling silence settled upon the room, broken only by the sound of nervous breaths. The dealer's gaze lingered on Toshiro, beads of sweat trickling down his face, as if sensing an ominous presence. "This man... have I seen him before?" he muttered, his voice trembling with unease.

Toshiro began to saunter away, his every step sending shivers down the spines of those who dared to meet his gaze. Aya, desperate to catch up, called out to him, but the mere mention of his name sent shockwaves of terror through the room. The once lively faces now twisted into expressions of pure fear, as if a dark omen had befallen them. A man's trembling hands caused his drink to spill, the liquid cascading like an omen of impending doom.

Suddenly, a figure approached Aya, his own hands trembling uncontrollably. "M-miss, did you say... Toshiro?" he stammered, his voice quivering with trepidation. Aya nodded, her confusion mounting. "Y-you should get away from him," the man uttered, his voice laden with dread.

His words hung in the air, echoing with the weight of forbidden secrets. Aya's confusion transformed into a deepening sense of horror as the man continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've heard rumors, no... legends about a myth. It has been circulating for the past two years within the Machiavellian League (TML), a clandestine organization controlled by the government. They say he's a gambler who challenges geniuses, pitting himself against millionaire businessmen and powerful politicians."

The man's voice quivered with a mixture of awe and terror. He has survived unimaginable perils, defying death countless times in wagers that defy description. Those who faced him claim to have seen black eyes with white pupils staring back at them, eyes that belong to no ordinary mortal. a force that strikes fear into the hearts of all who dare to cross his path.

I remember his nickname. He was called

The Biker from the Underworld.

...To Be Continuned