The underground fight club was alive with noise.
Illegal sorcerer bets.
Cursed energy flashing like neon lights.
Money changing hands with every punch.
At the center of the chaos stood the king of gambling himself—
Kinji Hakari.
Relaxed smile. Hands in pockets.
"Tonight feels lucky," he muttered.
Then the music stopped.
The lights flickered.
And every sorcerer in the building felt something strange.
Nothing.
No cursed energy.
No presence.
Yet someone had entered.
The crowd parted slowly.
Walking through them calmly—
Toji Fushiguro.
First Exchange
Hakari grinned.
"So you're the Sorcerer Killer."
Toji didn't answer.
Hakari cracked his neck slightly.
"Guess I'll hit the jackpot tonight."
He slammed his hands together.
Domain Expansion.
Idle Death Gamble.
The fight club transformed instantly into a surreal train station filled with flashing slot-machine visuals and blaring sound effects.
Toji stood still, observing.
Hakari laughed.
"You can't detect cursed energy? Doesn't matter. Once I hit jackpot… I'm immortal for a while."
The spinning effects accelerated.
Lights flashed violently.
Ding.
Ding.
DING.
JACKPOT.
Hakari's body exploded with infinite cursed energy.
His wounds began auto-healing instantly.
He charged forward at full power.
Immortal Rush
Hakari's first punch landed.
Toji slid back across the floor, coat tearing slightly.
Hakari followed relentlessly.
Punch after punch rained down with monstrous force.
Toji blocked some—
Dodged others—
But Hakari didn't slow down.
Broken knuckles healed instantly.
Bruises disappeared mid-fight.
"You can't outlast me!" Hakari shouted with wild excitement.
Toji's eyes narrowed slightly.
He wasn't surprised.
He was analyzing.
Breaking the Rhythm
Hakari attacked again.
Toji stepped inside the punch and slashed across Hakari's torso.
The wound healed instantly.
Hakari laughed louder.
"See?!"
Toji didn't reply.
Instead—
He stopped attacking.
He only dodged.
Only evaded.
Hakari kept swinging, reckless and confident.
The jackpot timer ticked down silently in the background.
Three minutes.
Two minutes.
One minute.
Hakari's smile slowly faded as he realized—
Toji was waiting.
The Moment It Ends
The immortality glow flickered.
The jackpot duration ended.
For a split second—
Hakari was mortal.
That was all Toji needed.
He moved faster than before.
A precise strike to Hakari's wrist—
Bone cracked.
A knee to the ribs—
Air expelled.
And finally—
A blade pressed against Hakari's throat.
Silence filled the broken domain space.
The train station illusion shattered.
They were back inside the ruined fight club.
Hakari coughed, blood at his lips.
"You