Chapter 31: Casino Beelze was drinking a gin and tonic as he looked at the brightly lit night sky. It was already 8pm. It was also January, the middle of winter. However, this damn Las Vegas was loud without ever getting exhausted. Red light, blue light, lights flashing in all sorts of colors as well as golden colored buildings, solicitors and tourists. This western US tourist and gambling city was the same as it was in the past. ‘Other than the fact that it is a bit smaller.’ During Beelze’s times, Las Vegas had grown a lot as one of the greatest auction houses for artifacts. That was why Beelze was very familiar with this desert city. The World Auction. The secret underground auction nicknamed, started here. Beelze was waiting in the lobby of the auction house for Depay's group to arrive. Most people might think this was a regular restaurant, but the people with inside information knew this was the auction house's lobby. ‘Why are these bastards not here yet?’

Chapter 33: Luck "Of all the people..." Beelze muttered under his breath, his steps quickening as he tried to exit the bustling casino. He felt her presence before he saw her, a wave of unease sweeping over him like a bad omen. It wasn’t paranoia. It was experience. Lisa. The name alone was enough to make his stomach churn. Lisa, the infamous woman who could single-handedly topple markets and drive nations to ruin. Her reputation was legendary—and not in a good way. Beelze’s hands curled into fists at the memory of her influence wreaking havoc on his carefully laid plans. Stocks that plummeted overnight, artifacts whose values evaporated into thin air, entire economies brought to their knees. She wasn’t just unlucky; she was the embodiment of misfortune itself. Lisa was the **Ruler of Destitution**, and anyone in her orbit was doomed to follow her down the drain. He forced himself to stay calm, eyes scanning the casino floor for an alternate exit. "Just leave quiet

Chapter 35: Right Hand. Biho had once been Depay’s right-hand man, a position of prestige and authority—until Beelze joined the company. Beelze’s meteoric rise to captain of the Crypt raiding team had left Biho in the shadows, constantly compared and inevitably outshone. His frustration had grown into animosity, a simmering hatred that only deepened with every failed attempt to surpass Beelze. Now, years later, that familiar contempt was written all over Biho’s face as he noticed Beelze staring at him. “What’s your problem?” Biho sneered. “Move it, unless you want to block the way all night.” Beelze smirked, recognizing the same petty arrogance from the past. He could already tell what had fueled Biho’s disdain this time—the number on the ticket Beelze held in his hand. Bronze. The auction house operated with a strict hierarchy, separating participants into tiers. Bronze tickets were for the common crowd—average bidders who wouldn’t make waves. Gold tickets, like

Chapter 37: Right Hand 2 Beelze's expression darkened into a frown, a clear indication of his growing concern. It seemed that Depay had every intention of participating in the upcoming auction, despite the looming issues surrounding the company. The motive behind Depay's decision to stay was becoming increasingly apparent to Beelze – it had to be the artifacts. The realization struck Beelze like a bolt of lightning. Those cunning individuals must have been aware of the valuable artifacts up for auction. In Beelze's mind, the situation began to unravel further. It was evident that monopolizing the artifacts during the initial stages was crucial for these individuals. The thought of potentially clashing with Depay over the artifacts sent a shiver down Beelze's spine. He couldn't help but worry, knowing full well the financial might his opponent wielded. While Beelze had amassed a considerable sum through his ventures in the casinos, it paled in comparison to the vast resources at th

Chapter 39: The Bid The auctioneer’s voice rang out confidently. “Ladies and gentlemen, there seemed to have been a small earthquake, but everything is perfectly fine. Now, back to the auction! The next bid for the 1907 Heidsieck is currently at $707,000. Do I hear any other bids?” The room fell silent, a brief pause hanging in the air as if everyone was waiting for someone else to make the next move. “Really, no more bids?” The auctioneer raised his gavel, smiling at the impending sale. Beelze glanced around, his eyes shifting from Lisa to the wealthy patrons seated around the auction house. He leaned slightly toward Lisa, a sly smile forming. “My luck has been... interesting lately,” he said casually. “But I suppose there’s no harm in selling it to you.” Lisa’s face lit up, her expression almost childlike in its delight. “Really? You’ll sell it to me?” As she spoke, Beelze’s system messages flared up. [The strength of the other party's artifact is increa