"I want to play scissors, Honorable Devil nyan. Would that be fine?" Akira asked.
Hermes saw no reason to refuse. He gave a small nod, then cast rock.
The contract vanished at once, which meant the wager had been sealed and settled.
[Sell Personal Assets]
[Sell Now] [Mike Jordy's Earth Assets] [3,800 CC]
[Sell Now] [Akira Nyan Purrfectia VII Nyan Prime Assets] [859,000 CC]
He had hit the jackpot.
For one sharp, greedy instant, Hermes thought of the Luck attribute and whether it deserved to be fed now. Even then, something in him recoiled. He could feel his luck thinning, subtle but real, much like the way a fighter learned to trust the stir of danger before the blade was ever seen.
That instinct did not feel human. Hermes was almost certain it came from the leprechaun trait folded into his blood, some sly little warning that fortune, when pressed too hard, had a habit of slipping the hand that tried to clutch it.
