2026-02-16 05:04:06The VIP Poker room was different. It didn't smell like cheap cigarettes; it smelled like aged mahogany and despair.
Five men sat around the green felt table. Four of them were sharks—professional gamblers who ate tourists for breakfast. The fifth was Victor Moretti, who was currently staring at Arlan like he wanted to peel his skin off with a rusty spoon. "Buy in is fifty grand," the dealer said. He was an older man with fingers that moved too fast to track. Arlan threw his stack of chips onto the center. "All of it. Sixty-one thousand." The table went quiet. "Cocky," Victor sneered, lighting a fresh cigar. "I like cocky. It makes the fall so much sweeter." The game was Texas Hold'em. No limit. For the first hour, Arlan folded. Hand after hand. He watched. He waited. He bled chips slowly—blinds eating away at his stack until he was down to forty thousand. His head pounded. The [Luck Fragment] was gone. Burnt out. He was playing naked now. Just a broke kid against the devil. "Scared, kid?" Victor taunted, raking in a pot with a pair of Queens. "You were a lion at the roulette wheel. Now you're just a mouse." Arlan didn't answer. He was busy reading the floating text above Victor's head. [ TARGET SCAN COMPLETE ] [ Subject: Victor Moretti ] [ Mental State: Arrogant / Volatile ] [ Current Karma Debt: 12,500 Points ] [ Passive Skill Unlocked: 'SIN READER' (Lvl 1) ] [ Effect: Reveals the target's pulse and micro-expressions when they lie. ] Sin Reader. It wasn't X-ray vision. He couldn't see the cards. But he could see the soul. "Deal me in," Arlan said. The dealer flicked the cards. Zip. Zip. Arlan peeked. 2 of Hearts. 7 of Clubs. The worst hand in poker. Garbage. Absolute trash. Victor glanced at his own cards. For a split second, a red notification flashed above his head: [PULSE SPIKE: 120 BPM. EXCITEMENT DETECTED.] Victor had a monster hand. "Raise," Victor said, throwing in ten thousand. "Let's separate the men from the boys." The other three sharks folded instantly. They knew better than to get in Victor's way when he smiled like that. It was just Arlan and Victor. "Call," Arlan said flatly. The Flop came down: Ace of Spades. King of Diamonds. 2 of Diamonds. Arlan had a pair of twos. Bottom pair. Weak. Victor grinned. "Check." "Check," Arlan said. The Turn: 7 of Spades. Arlan’s heart skipped a beat. Two pair. 2s and 7s. It was decent, but against a shark like Victor? It was dangerous. Victor didn't hesitate. "Twenty thousand." That was half of Arlan’s remaining stack. If he called this, he was committed. Arlan looked at Victor. The System flared up. [ SIN READER ACTIVE ] [ Target is NOT lying. He is confident. ] [ Prediction: Target holds A-K or Pocket Aces. ] Victor had him beat. Top pair, maybe top two pair. If Arlan called, he was dead. Unless... Unless he could make Victor believe he was dead. "Call," Arlan said, pushing the chips forward. Victor’s eyes narrowed. "You're chasing a flush? Or are you just stupid?" The River: 2 of Spades. The room stopped. Arlan looked at the board. A - K - 2 - 7 - 2 He had a Full House. Twos full of Sevens. It was a miracle card. A one-in-forty shot. But Victor didn't look scared. He looked ecstatic. The fat man stood up, his belly knocking against the table. "ALL IN!" He shoved his entire mountain of chips—over two hundred thousand dollars—into the center. "I know you hit that three-of-a-kind, kid," Victor laughed, spit flying. "But it's not enough! Call me! Show me those twos!" Arlan froze. Why was Victor so confident? A Full House was a monster. Unless... [ SIN READER ALERT ] [ DECEPTION DETECTED. ] [ Target is manipulating the deck. ] Arlan looked closer at the dealer. The old man was sweating. His hand was hovering near the discard pile. They cheated. Victor didn't just have a good hand. He had the perfect hand. Probably Aces full of Kings. If Arlan called, he would lose. The System knew it. The math knew it. But Arlan smiled. "You're right, Victor," Arlan said softly. "I did hit the twos." "Then call!" Victor screamed. "But..." Arlan tapped the table. "I don't think you're playing fair." "Excuse me?" Victor turned purple. Arlan looked at the System interface. He had 350 Karma Points left. [ SHOP OPEN. ] [ Available Purchase: 'KARMA BACKLASH' (Consumable) ] [ Effect: Causes a target's next malicious action to fail catastrophically. ] [ Cost: 300 Points. ] "Purchase," Arlan thought. [ PURCHASE COMPLETE. ] [ TRAP SET. ] "I call," Arlan said, sliding his last chip in. "AAA-HA!" Victor slammed his cards down. "READ 'EM AND WEEP! ACES FULL OF..." Victor froze. He stared at the table. The cards he slammed down were... The 3 of Diamonds and the 4 of Diamonds. "What?" Victor wheezed. "No! I had Pocket Aces! I saw them!" He looked at the dealer. The dealer looked terrified. The dealer had slipped him the Aces. He was sure of it. But on the table, the cards were trash. Arlan slowly flipped his own cards. 2 of Hearts. 7 of Clubs. "Full House," Arlan whispered. "Twos over Sevens." "NO!" Victor roared, grabbing the dealer by the throat. "You switched them! You thief!" "I didn't! I swear!" the dealer choked. The 'Karma Backlash' had worked. In the split second the dealer tried to swap the cards, his nervous fingers had fumbled. He had swapped the wrong deck. Arlan stood up and raked in the pot. It was massive. nearly $300,000. "That's..." Victor was hyperventilating. He looked at Arlan with pure, unadulterated murder in his eyes. He reached into his jacket. It wasn't for a wallet. It was matte black. Metal. "Nobody," Victor hissed, pointing the gun at Arlan's head, "robs me in my own house." The other players scrambled under the table. The bunny waitresses screamed. Arlan didn't move. He looked down the barrel of the gun. [ ALERT: LETHAL THREAT DETECTED. ] [ HOST LIFE IN DANGER. ] [ QUEST UPDATE: Survive. ] Arlan sighed. "Victor, you really shouldn't have done that." "Why?" Victor clicked the safety off. "Because," Arlan’s eyes glowed crimson again. "Now I can collect the rest of your debt." [ DEBT COLLECTION: FORCEFUL SEIZURE. ] [ Target: Victor Moretti. ] [ Asset: Motor Functions (Right Arm). ] Victor’s finger tightened on the trigger.
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