Trash of a Wealthy Family: My Gacha System Guarantees S-Rank Rewards-Chapter 58 | Betting Big

Most of the time of the remaining 3 days, I spent cultivating, inching close to breaking the blockage of the 7th node. Also, the node responsible for ranking up to Master rank, but I can’t rush it.

Just as I opened my eyes, a knock occurred on the door. Opening the door, I saw Damien standing at my door.

"Is it morning already?" I asked.

"Yes, Master. We should leave for the arena intended for the competition," he suggested.

"Okay, inform Thane too; we will leave in 5 minutes," I stated. He bowed and left.

Washing my face and taking a quick bite of the food I ordered, I wore fitting pants and a tunic. Complemented by a coat up to waist height with arm lengths around the elbow on both hands.

"We are ready, Master," Damien’s voice came from outside.

After exiting the door, as I walked forward, Thane was first to comment as he turned into a cloak and settled on my shoulder.

"Boss, looking deadly today, how many are you going to kill?" he said.

"Depends; I am thinking of how to face the Lords of the council," I answered.

"Now, that’s a champion attitude. Let them say what they want about Marion or Carion, guy. Our boss is the beast," he cheered up.

"Okay, enough buttering. What do you need?" I asked, noticing him overhyping.

"Nothing, boss. Can’t your underling feel proud that you are entering into the public eye with that charm and style? Who else would I root for if not you?" He stated his reasons.

"Forgive me for saying this, Master, but you should not encourage this bag of bones. He has no respect when talking to you," Damien complained.

"Chill, Mr. Bat, you will get the honor of wearing me soon when Boss enters the tournament," Thane retorted.

"Okay, stop your bickering for now; you guys can continue after I enter the tournament." I interjected.

Soon we reached the arena; we had to walk, as today all modes of transport were banned unless you had special permission from the Council.

The atmosphere in the arena was pumped; I noticed a gambling office at the entrance. I thought for a second and moved towards it.

"Boss, the entrance is that way. Where are we going?" Thane asked.

"You’ll see," I remarked.

There was a short line; I stood at the end, patiently waiting for my turn.

"Master, are you going to gamble on the winning candidate?" Damien asked, and I just nodded in response.

"Boss, you are turning wicked with passing days. Are you going to rob this institution blind, aren’t you?" Thane asked.

"Is that why you didn’t want to be seen much?" he added.

"No, that wasn’t part of my plan; I just saw this opportunity to make money. And when establishing a new city, there is never enough money," I answered.

Soon, my turn came; unexpectedly, a beastfolk, a tiger-kin, was manning the counter. "Who do you want to bet on, number 1, 4, or 5? Currently, number 1 is locked, so the winning margin is less, but it’s guaranteed," he explained.

"Is betting only for one match or the entire tournament?" I asked.

"Oh, we have big money here; the fee for the entire tournament is 1 A-rank stone beside the normal commission. Current action is on two matches, the first round and the finals. Both have number 1 locked."

"In case you don’t know, number 1 is Marion Moonken; he is the favorite and almost confirmed to win..." Before he could continue his pitch further, I interrupted.

"I want to put my money on Aiden Origin; what are his odds?" I asked.

"Huh...who is that? What do you want to take a risk for, man? Let me check," confused, he said.

Using the interval, I used Insight Eye on him.

[Name: Garvon Strrips]

[Rank: Master]

[Threat: None]

[Emotional situation: Confused & Tired]

"Aiden Origin...number 4236, it’s not even a long shot, man. Are you trying to lose money on purpose?" he asked.

"Do you ask this many questions to every customer, or are you actively trying to be annoying in front of Master?" Damien interjected with a stern tone.

"Chill, it’s your boss’s money, since there is not much actively betting on this name, so your return on investment would be 100 to 1. Minimum betting amount is 100 B-rank stones," he stated after being threatened by Damien.

"30 S-rank stones on the first round and 20 S-rank stones on the finals. Bet to win," I stated.

Suddenly, there was silence amidst all the noise. For a second, Garvon’s mouth stayed open in an ’O’ shape.

Reluctantly, he spoke, "It’s your money, I guess. Give your ID card and deposit of 25 S-rank stones." I complied with his demands.

When I gave him the ID card, he raised his head, likely wanting to say something. However, a look from Damien and he bowed his head again and started doing his work.

"Man, you hear him? I didn’t know there was such a moron here. It is practically throwing away money. It would be better if he shared with us," a comment from a bystander reached my ears.

Damien was about to act, but I forbade him. There was no point in creating a ruckus here. Soon he finished and gave me a white pass. "Here’s your ticket; I hope you don’t lose much," he said as we exited the gambling office.

As I reached the entrance for participants, I handed your Thane/Cloak to Damien. "Don’t act rashly, Damien; this is not about winning but using the win to gain entrance to the council. And Thane, behave." I instructed both of them as I went ahead.

There were about 5000 participants; the first round was supposed to be a survival and all-out fight, but the place wasn’t disclosed yet. The chatter around was increasing continuously; I closed my eyes to focus.

From today onward, I will be public officially, and those I have stalled, be it my family or that unknown organization or even that jealous Nathan. Everybody would know where I am and what I am doing.

Even in this chaos, this was probably the most peaceful time I will have in a while. I just wanted to enjoy that feeling of travelling with my companions and being tension-free, at least somewhat.

Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes as I exhaled. The next moment, a loud voice filled the entire arena.

"Hello, Roxaban!! I am your host for this famous event, The Mandate of Kronesthion." The host spoke with an amplified voice using mana.

The noise of the crowd subsided dramatically.

"We all are gathered here to enjoy and entertain as the newbie cultivators fight, struggle, and ultimately die."

"But there are some cultivators who rise among this challenge with their strength and earn the right to present their demand to the Council."

"This is something you all know, so I am not going to bore you with it. So let’s first honor the guest and sponsor of this event, The Council of Kronesthion." He gestured towards a balcony closed with glass.

I tried to look through, but I couldn’t pierce the glass yet.

"We are graced by the presence of the lords and the council and the chancellor of this council, Malachi Strawblood. Please give a round of applause to our rulers and protectors."

The symphony of the sound of clapping filled the air, and the audience cheered.

"With greeting done, let’s move forward with the first round, The Requiem of the Damned," he announced.