Chapter 14: Money Demon

The casino in the basement was a cesspit of dirt, sweat, and despair. It was a den that was full of all kinds of individuals—gangsters who had muscular arms and black eyes, homeless individuals who had nothing but the shirt on their back, and gamblers who were trapped in the vicious cycle of gambling addiction. There was the strong stench of smoke which seems to be a cigarette but something more potent and cheap liquor that filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of coins and the raucous laughter.

Kaidën maneuver his way through the chaos, his cloaked figure a plain young man. No one gave him a second look, as he had planned. His dark magic had given him the indulgence of altering his shape, hiding his own face. To the world at large, he was a young man—a tall, slender, inconspicuous young man. In truth, though, his magic was failing due to his low mana capacity, and if he kept up the disguise much longer, it would fall apart.