Apocalypse Shelter Administrator - Chapter 386



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EP.386 I wish you would leave now (1)

As I always say, Artemis is generous.

Often women don’t care about the things their men do that they dislike, and sometimes they even encourage it.

For example, do you habitually tell people not to work and to just laze around like a pillar of a house?

I once asked this:

“Don’t you hate it when your husband just lazes around the house? Every married man I know is like that.”

“at all.”

Artemis didn’t even glance at me.

He just watched Ayla’s hand movements as she trimmed her own toenails.

It was just a matter of trimming nails, but Ayla was busy switching between about ten small tools.

“Angle the left 20 degrees more.”

“yes.”

He is a very picky customer, even giving detailed instructions less than 1mm in size.

“It’s done. Now give me your left foot.”

But the waitress, Ayla, just had a happy face. She held the porcelain feet offered by her mistress as if they were treasures.

The reclining figure of Artemis resembled a statue with the blood of a god flowing from it.

Inhuman beauty, grace, and arrogance.

But I don’t hate her arrogance.

As if it were natural to look up to it since it was originally carved like that.

“Didn’t you once say that the way I sign my name is sexy?”

“Actually, I said it was cool.”

“That’s also a working appearance.”

“No. A signature is just a signature. It is a process by which those who have accumulated power and achievements exert influence on the world by engraving their names.”

Artemis looked at me.

“That is an exercise of power, not labor.”

“Why does it feel like you’re ignoring labor? Labor is a sacred act.”

“It is a sacredness that is maintained by burning life. Labor damages the body, eats away the mind, and shortens life. Is it bad to want you to stay away from such things?”

The golden eyes curved like crescent moons.

“This is my way of loving. I know that every woman has her own style.”

“And then you become a pot-bellied old man?”

“Both of you are meaningless assumptions. No matter how much you play and eat, your stomach won’t get full, and you’re already an old man.”

“Still in my fresh 30s…”

“Stop it.”

Artemis stopped me from getting angry.

“Isla can’t concentrate properly.”

“I, I’m fine.”

Ayla was startled.

She was intently eavesdropping on the owner and his wife’s trivial conversation.

“You’re a bad kid who lies.”

Artemis tickled Ayla’s cheek as if she was grooming it with her big toe.

“sorry.”

Ayla’s face turns as red as her pink hair.

The expression is a mixture of two things: the fear of being caught lying and the unspeakable joy that comes from physical contact with the owner.

“launching.”

“huh?”

The golden eyes looking at me blinked for a moment.

A significant amount of credit was deposited into his personal account through the brain implant.

“I’ll give you some pocket money, so come and have fun at Prime Casino. Pull the slot machines, spin the roulette, or maybe even play blackjack.”

“Now you’re not just telling me to live like a bum, you’re even encouraging me to gamble?”

She smiled at me as I touched her chin in admiration.

“Didn’t I promise you on the day you proposed to me? I’d let you experience every pleasure in the world.”

“Normally, that wouldn’t include gambling.”

“There are also public reasons. If it’s a major facility in Prime, shouldn’t you experience it at least once? It’s also related to future plans.”

“What are your plans?”

“It’s about time to clean up Prime. You’ll know when you get there.”

Artemis smiled meaningfully.

Most of the casinos in the police have a very underworld feel to them, like the one Sasha runs.

There are a few places in the city center that are relatively luxurious, but there is still a faint smell of gangsterism that cannot be hidden.

On the other hand, there are casinos in Prime that can be said to be a real upper-class league.

There is no phlegm on the floor, no drunkards or drug addicts moaning, and all the employees are handsome men and women dressed in stylish suits.

“I was interested at one point.”

“Really? Have fun.”

“Aren’t you worried? What if your husband develops a gambling addiction?”

“What kind of nonsense are you talking about?”

Artemis’s big toe, which had been tickling Ayla’s cheek, moved away.

“Addiction is when you are controlled physically or mentally by something you cannot control. But that is not the case with my husband’s gambling at Prime.”

side.

Ayla kisses her feet with affection and loyalty.

And then I went back in to trim my nails.

“The casino, the employees who work there, and even the laughing and crying customers are all yours. The same goes for the chips coming and going and the bills being traded.”

“That’s true.”

Hearing this makes me realize how absurd my position as ruler is.

“Then, if you lose money, it’s not a loss, and if you win, it’s not a win. You can add or remove rules. The only thing outside your control is luck. Even that luck can be manipulated at will if you want. Do you think addiction is possible in this situation?”

With those words, Artemis gave the order to banish the guests.

I left the central control room as if I was being kicked out. I was wondering how I could squander my generous allowance at the casino.

* * *

Chorrrrrr!

As the ball spun around on the numbered roulette wheel, people’s eyes also spun around.

The female dealer dealing cards at the blackjack table is impeccably dressed in a suit.

The dealers at Sasha’s place had a racy appearance with deep cleavage and exposed thighs, but here it’s the complete opposite.

Everything about it was so luxurious that it could be used as a high-class ballroom if only the gambling machines were removed.

There’s even an indoor fountain in the center!

Prime facilities generally have well-equipped heating and cooling systems, but this casino stands out among them.

Unlike the bitterly cold outside, the moment you step in here, you feel like you’ve come to a warm southern resort.

“I brought you the ginger ale you ordered.”

With the drinks I got from the waiter, I really felt like I was on a trip.

“Ugh…”

“That’s right! This is it!”

A torrent of emotion released by people sighing or cheering on all sides.

There is definitely a different kind of pleasure from the upper part of the shelter that I have become accustomed to like my home.

The slot machine lost interest after a few pulls.

If it’s the type of game you enjoy alone, you’ve probably gotten sick of it since the outbreak.

I was interested in games that involved exchanging psychological waves with living humans.

“Hey, old man, you still bet after losing so much money?”

The man sitting across from me snickered.

The Korean language is awkward for Asians, but since Chinese people cannot live and breathe on the Korean Peninsula, I guess they are Japanese.

Judging by the tattoos that extend down to his neck, he is obviously from a yakuza background.

“It’s my first time gambling. I never got addicted to gambling when I was a student.”

“Somehow, the way he handled the card and his attitude were all very awkward.”

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He moved the chips around between his fingers like he was rolling gold coins. He seemed like a guy who had been running a casino for a while, not someone who had only done it once or twice.

“But what are those sunglasses?”

“It’s too bright here.”

“That doesn’t look neat. And it looks tacky.”

I was wearing large sunglasses that covered about 40% of my face as a disguise.

To begin with, my facial recognition is lower than I imagined, so I can go out without any problems even if I just use something like this.

“Fold.”

“Fold.”

The other two players involved in the poker game gave up, perhaps because they had bad hands.

“call.”

But I just ran and lost the money.

“You still laugh even though you lost?”

The tattooed man taking the chip had an expression on his face as if he was looking at a strange animal.

“Because it’s fun.”

“Brother, are you losing money?”

“There are things more important than making money.”

“He is a different kind of gentleman.”

Not only the tattooed man, but also the other two players who participated, and even the dealer who was supposed to be neutral, looked at me with strange faces.

It might seem crazy to keep betting and laughing without winning a single game.

But I really enjoyed it.

Except for Artemis, I’ve only been able to play CPU battles, so it feels like I’m enjoying proper multiplayer.

Approaching the game while experiencing the human emotions fluctuating around me was more fun than winning or losing itself.

Money is of absolutely no meaning to me anyway.

“Fold.”

“call.”

Another player challenged me to a good hand.

The tattooed man across from him declared that he was folding this time because it wasn’t very good.

“call.”

I always go straight.

“Brother, are you really okay?”

The tattooed man began to feel pity for me as he watched me lose myself again.

“I told you it was okay.”

Whether I get it or not, the money they’re giving away now is all mine anyway. I just temporarily handed over the ownership.

Then a big game with huge stakes came up.

“Raise.”

“Raise.”

Even everyone was confident in their own hand and just kept raising the stakes.

“Raise.”

The same goes for the tattooed man in front of me.

I’ve almost bet all the money I’ve been slowly accumulating so far.

‘Will you receive it this time too, hyung?’

He gave me a meaningful look, and I shrugged.

“call.”

Of course, it’s a straight ball.

And then the beginner’s luck finally hit the jackpot.

“Full House.”

The dealer congratulated me on my first win by turning over my cards with a beautiful voice.

“This is a scam! This is ridiculous!”

The tattooed man, who had been smiling brightly the whole time, shouted in a shocked manner.

“Seo, are you aiming for this?”

He looked at me with trembling eyes, but I just smiled.

It wasn’t really a psychological warfare, it was just luck.

But it seemed to mean something different to him.

He glared at me with piercing eyes, as if he thought that my clumsy appearance up until now was all a meticulous fake.

I got up from my seat, enjoying it.

“You’re going to run away?”

Was he upset because he blew a lot of money in one go? The tattooed man stood up and threw a tantrum.

“Have you had enough? I’m sick of it now. Next, I’ll try blackjack. I’ve never done that before.”

“I’ve never tried it before, damn it!”

Instead of answering, I looked at the dealer.

It’s meant to imply that in a high-class place like Prime, they don’t deal with guys who cause trouble like this.

The female dealer had already signaled to the guard, as a thick shoulder approached from the other side.

But, like a man who has lived by the sword, the tattooed man approached me without fear and grabbed me by the collar.

It must have been burdensome to do this in Prime, let alone anywhere else, but it was definitely a lot of money.

“No need, next round! Hurry up and sit down, kid, Huh?! ■■■! ■■■■■!”

The last part was in Japanese, and judging by the tone, it sounded like a curse word. I think I also heard something like “Joseonjing”.

“Excuse me, sir?”

A black guard, larger than me and wearing sunglasses smaller than mine, tried to mediate between us.

Bam.

At that moment, a button fell off the lapel of the tattooed man’s shirt.

“These are clothes that Chrollo made himself.”

“what?”

Bam!

The man who was hit in the face by a lightly swung fist fell down with blood spraying from his nose.

“Whoa!”

“what.”

He stands still, stretched out in a large figure, amidst screaming and cowering people.

Even with minimal force control, it seems like I passed out in one hit.

“…How dare!”

The black guard glared at me, clutching the club handle on his waist.

Even if they were the ones who started the fight, the fact that they used violence is a problem that goes far beyond that.

Dare I say this in this sacred Prime Casino.

“What? What?”

“What kind of crazy guy is swinging his fist?”

Other guards also came running from the other side, guided by a female waiter.

But whatever, I picked up the fallen button.

Chrollo’s keen eye will tell you right away, but I’ll have to try to sew it up with my clumsy skills.

“Stop!”

A woman’s voice that I felt like I’d heard somewhere before.

The moment the black guard was about to grab my shoulder, his hand stopped.

“Mistress?”

The expression on the rock-solid black guard’s face somewhat crumbled.

“S, no way… Oh, no, right?”

Following his expression, there stood a beautiful Slavic beauty on the other side.

His fresh face was filled with astonishment, and he was looking me up and down with his eyes rolling.

“Sophie? Or was it Sophia?”

When he faced me head on and heard my voice, his hesitant face changed into one of confidence.

“Oh, oh, sir?”

“Long time no see. See you here.”

I waved happily, but she did a deep 90-degree bow.

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