Return of Overthinker

Chapter 69

On that night, I visited a bar linked to a gambling den. The air was chilly from the air conditioner, mingling with the sweet scent of alcohol, the haze of smoke, and the murmurs of people filling the atmosphere.

I walked to the blackjack table and sat there; among all the games in this den, I had playing virtually.

“See there, what’s a poor guy doing here?” one of the players sneered, eyeing my modest attire.

“I came to win,” I overheard him talking to his friend and couldn't resist replying, “Not like you're here to give away your money, loser.”

He looked at me and laughed, “Care to play a game with us?”

“That’s what I’m here for,” I smirked, brimming with confidence.

In this gambling game, robots ensure fairness, but there’s always a pattern to their programming.

I’ve spent enough time here to learn it. Plus, I have a unique ability to see far and beyond, allowing me to spot even the concealed cards.

As the game began, about eight players, including myself, exchanged serious glance