Awakened: Evolving to Godhood

"I hope she can sort out her feeling soon." Elliot wished. If there was a God of love, he wished it would guide Lucy on the correct path and that he would be able to embrace her to add colors to his lonely nights.

"Had you forgotten? Bros before hoes, man!"

John wrapped his arm around his neck and squeezed his neck to show Elliot how dissatisfied he was feeling right now.

"Come on; I've not forgotten to care about you guys," Elliot said in his defense.

"Damn, why are you so strong." John acted as if he was tired of squeezing his neck and slumped to the ground, lying on it like a salted fish.

"Stop that and go get that item." Elliot used his leg to nudge him towards a good item.

John immediately stood up and dashed towards it.

What a sight!

Theo and the little nightmare felt as if Elliot had thrown a bone and the dog John had gone to get it.

After he finished settling the little nightmare and John, Theo came towards him and asked, "Did you choose one for me too?"

"Naturally."

Elliot pointed towards a damaged flag and told him to go and take it.

"You sure?" It looked like a single touch would be enough for it to break and turn to dust. And that confused Theo, making it hard for him to believe that it was a treasure.

Elliot, who could tell that that flag belonged to the same series as the undead king's requiem, said, "Don't judge a book by its cover."

Theo knew that Elliot wasn't the type to fool his friend, and even though seven years had passed without them being together, Theo's feelings about him hadn't changed.

That's why they say first impression matters.

After Theo went away, Elliot walked towards a stand not so far away. It was full of stones. Some were round and the others as horizontal as a flat-chested girl! A man that had no hair on his head but many down below, to be exact, on his chin, was standing behind the rectangular-shaped stand.

"Welcome to the gambling shop." The moment Elliot reached before the stand, the robot with a snowcap growing on his chin raised his head and greeted him.

"I want to play."

"Little friend, I've not seen you before." Elliot's information wasn't registered in the robot's database. As the robot only followed a set of actions and was no different than a normal non-playing character, it failed to realize that Elliot already knew how to play this game and could only say the lines registered in its database. "Is this your first time here?"

Elliot sighed. He wasn't in a game, and there was no skip button. He could do nothing but press forward and listen to the shitty dialogue of the robot.

"Yes," Helpless and defeated, he decided to play along.

His single word was like a magic spell or the key to God's treasure hall, and it helped open the old robot's mouth, "As this is your first time here, let me explain the rules. There are not many. I will give you a ticket with seven numbers on it. If you manage to pick up five rocks with the same numbers, then you can take away any treasure on the shelf there. If four numbers match, I will give you 200 spirit points, ten times what you will pay to play this game. Any less, and you'll earn nothing. Do you want to play?"

The probability of winning this game even once was less than Elliot not having a harem in this life. It was nearly impossible for anyone to win! There were around a thousand small rocks, showing a blank surface. The side with the number on it was hidden, making it impossible to differentiate one from two. The old robot was sure that this newbie would suffer a loss, and he showed a human-like expression, grinning at Elliot.

'Daring to look down on me? Don't blame me if I strip you naked and stomp all over you, old man!' Elliot chuckled insidiously. He wasn't the least bit surprised that the robot could show emotions that would anger others.

Angering others and showing them that they can't win leads to them wasting all of their money on gambling, again and again; this was a common tactic used in many shady places. Many people intentionally or unintentionally fall for it. Of course, Elliot wasn't one such man.

He was playing the game because he was 100% sure that he would win.

"Sure, I hope you don't regret it."

Even an average person running a gambling den would think that something was wrong because of the relaxed and taunting tone Elliot said those words in, but the robot didn't think so.

"Haha, you'll be the one regretting it." The old robot laughed in his heart. His mouth opened, and a slip came out of it. He gave it to Elliot.

[-20 Spirit Points.]

The moment Elliot grabbed it, a notification popped up in his mind, showing that he had lost 20 spirit points.

He still had more than 200 thousand left in his pocket.

[2 min!]

A semi-transparent digital clock manifested above the stall. The numbers were in red, looking extremely eye-catching, and Elliot didn't miss them.

"Oh, I forgot to remind you that there is a time limit. You only have two minutes to select your rock." The old robot reminded with an evil grin.

In the distant past, it had fooled many people this way. Usually, they would panic after hearing that there was a time limit and uneasy expression was recorded in its database. It had spent the past hundreds of years looking at the pictures and making fun of its customers. Now, he wanted to add Elliot to the long list.

"I know."

Elliot didn't reveal even a bit of nervousness as he already knew that there was a time limit.

"Yeah, sure." The old robot said tauntingly. It sure did come equipped with a lot of items. It even had a fucking tone changer. The old robot didn't believe him and thought that he was saying that to hide his nervousness.

Oh, how wrong he was!