Chapter 43 King's Game 3_3

Fidel couldn't comprehend such blatant cruelty. He was smart, a sharp young man, but he was ultimately raised in America's ludicrous yet humorous cultural climate, and he couldn't accept those kinds of horrifying rules.

"This is your first lesson, child. All gifts come with a price."

Eris grew up in the era right after the Cold War ended, and he understood the fragility of America's millennials very well, but he wouldn't be merciful just because of that—not because he was cold-hearted, but simply because no one could afford to be.

In a crumbling world, nobody can remain unscathed if they still wish to achieve anything.

"Mr. Eris, who are you exactly? What do you do?"

Fidel asked, trembling, beginning to regret his recklessness, immensely so.

Sometimes, trying your luck doesn't just turn a bicycle into a motorcycle; the motorcycle might also get rigged with a timed bomb.