Betting With System

( Play 'Delulu' by Shania Yan )

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The divine hall was filled with hushed murmurs, a ripple of whispered conversations spreading like wildfire. The gathered gods—beings of immeasurable power and wisdom—cast their gazes toward Nyxara, their expressions unreadable.

The lesser gods, too weak to truly grasp the significance of this moment, stole cautious glances, curiosity flickering in their eyes. Meanwhile, the main gods, who had stood at the pinnacle of existence for eons, stared in silent scrutiny, their divine eyes heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Yet, Nyxara paid them no mind.

Her presence was a paradox—graceful yet commanding, ethereal yet unwavering. Each step forward carried an enchantment, a silent rhythm of divine authority that even gods couldn't ignore. The air itself pulsed in resonance with her existence, as though the world acknowledged her return.

And then, as she reached the base of Zar's throne, she knelt.

It was not submission born of fear—no, this was something else. This was reverence, a deliberate and absolute acknowledgment of Zar's authority. Her head lowered, her celestial garments pooling around her like liquid starlight.

A moment passed, heavy and deliberate, before she spoke.

"My Lord," she said, her voice soft yet resolute. "I offer myself to whatever punishment you deem fit—for my failure to present myself when you first arrived."

The tension in the hall thickened, as though the very fabric of the realm strained beneath her words.

Even the gods, who had been quietly observing, now turned their full attention toward the scene. Nyxara, the goddess who had abandoned the divine realms, was kneeling before Zar without hesitation.

It was a sight no one had ever expected to witness.

Yet, Zar's attention was elsewhere.

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Inside Zar's Mindscape

Within the depths of his consciousness, Zar was engaged in an entirely different battle.

Zar exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple.

("System, please! Now that even the last main god has gathered here, just help me create a realm for the Games of Gods!")

A beat of silence. Then, the System's response materialized in the air before him:

[And when exactly did I say I would help you with this?]

Zar's eye twitched.

("You're lying! You literally said you will help me!")

The glowing interface pulsed again, its golden text shifting, reshaping itself into something almost… smug.

[Oh? Do you have proof?]

Zar's irritation deepened. He clenched his fists.

("You damn well know I—")

Then, without warning, an imaginary hand materialized from the System's interface. It reached out… and patted him on the shoulder.

Zar froze.

[I have proof.]

A sinking feeling crept into his chest.

("…You're bluffing.")

The System's tone took on an ominous edge, its glow dimming slightly, as if reveling in his impending doom.

[Let's bet on it.]

Zar narrowed his eyes.

("…What are the terms?")

Another imaginary hand appeared—this one waving in an almost careless manner.

[If I'm right, you'll have to complete three missions—whenever I choose—without any rewards. But if you win…]

The first hand lifted again, gesturing nonchalantly.

[I'll let you punch me whenever you want.]

Zar squinted.

("…This sounds too easy.")

The System let out a low, amused chuckle.

[What's wrong? Are you scared?]

Zar's pride flared at the taunt.

("Like hell I am! Fine, I accept!")

The golden interface pulsed.

Then—without hesitation—the System conjured a playback.

[Playback: A loosing Bet]

A scene unfolded, woven from the fabric of Zar's own past. His own voice rang through the Mindscape:

"Then I shall create a realm."

Zar grinned triumphantly.

("See? I won! Now—")

[Wait for replay.]

The scene repeated.

But this time, the memory expanded.

His own voice echoed again, but now…

[System: Why don't you give me some ideas?]

Zar's entire being froze.

He felt an imaginary bead of sweat drip down his temple.

A dark, devilish voice whispered within his consciousness.

[You~Lost~.]

Zar's thoughts went blank.

("…F**king hell.")

The System voice ring once more, this time filled with amusement.

[Now, as a generous System, I'll make you a new deal—I'll help you this time… but I'm adding one more mission to the total.]

The way it worded it—so casual, so friendly—made Zar's skin crawl.

It was a devil's contract, wrapped in Golden light.

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Back in Reality

Zar's attention snapped back just in time to see Nyxara still kneeling before him, waiting for his judgment.

A long silence stretched between them.

Then, in a voice that carried the weight of divine decree, he finally spoke:

"Your punishment… will be given after the Games of Gods. Until then, you will remain here."

His authoritative tone left no room for argument.

The gods exchanged uncertain glances.

But before anyone could question him, Zar turned to the rest of them.

"The rest of you, prepare for the event. Return tomorrow."

One by one, the gods bowed and began to depart.

Yet, just as Zar was about to address Nyxara privately, a familiar voice interrupted.

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Vaelora's Doubt

"Forgive me, my Lord."

The hall stilled.

Zar's gaze flickered toward Vaelora, who had remained standing despite his earlier dismissal.

There was something in her expression—a conflict, a hesitation—as though she were wrestling with her own thoughts.

"I hesitate to say this," she admitted, "but I believe Nyxara has done something forbidden."

A hushed silence fell upon the hall.

Zar arched a brow, amusement flickering in his golden eyes.

"And why do you think that?"

Vaelora hesitated, her fingers clenching slightly. Then, in a heavy tone, she finally spoke:

"Because… I cannot feel or see any threads of karma tying her to this multiverse."

A stifling pressure filled the air.

Even the gods who had been leaving halted in shock.

To be without karma in the divine realms was unheard of. Every being, from the lowest spirit to the greatest god, was bound to the grand cosmic order.

Yet Nyxara had none.

Vaelora's expression turned grave.

"It is as if…" she whispered, her voice barely audible, "she does not belong here at all."

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Zar's Realization

A faint crease formed on Zar's forehead.

Inside his mind, his thoughts turned inward.

("System… what the hell happened?")

WHACK.

An imaginary hand slapped the back of his head.

[System: Don't ask dumb questions.]

Zar blinked. ("Huh—?")

Then, as realization settled in, his lips parted slightly.

His golden eyes flickered toward Vaelora.

"Oh, that?" he said casually. "It's nothing much. I just erased her existence and resurrected her."

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Silence.

Vaelora: ????

The hall froze.

For a full five seconds, no one moved. No one breathed.

And then—

"…You WHAT?!"

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AUTHOR HERE , YOU KNOW THAT I AM GONNA RE - EDIT THIS NOVEL ONCE WE HIT MORE THAN 100K VIEWS IF POSSIBLE, EVEN IF DIDN'T THEN DON'T WORRY I WILL STILL DO IT WHEN WE WILL IN MIDDLE OF VOLUME 2, SO STAY TUNE

(SORRY FOR BAD ENGLISH, RIGHT NOW TRAVELLING, SO I DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME FOR WRITING THIS)