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immediately, the vips begin calling out their bets, their voices filled with amusement and confidence.

"i'll take group three. 500 million won."

"group five. 800 million."

"group two, 1 billion won."

they go on, throwing their money around like it's nothing, their voices casual as they gamble on lives.

one by one, they finalize their choices. until i'm the last one left.

the room goes quiet, and all eyes turn to me, expecting something standard. something safe.

but i'm not here to be predictable.

i'll choose the group with player 456 because something tells me he is gonna win this even though there is a pregnant woman in his group.

i lean back slightly, my voice steady, controlled. "group four. 2 billion won."

at first silence but then ... laughter.

"group four?" the wolf-masked vip chuckles, shaking his head. "are you serious?"

"the group with the pregnant woman?" another vip scoffs. "you're throwing money away."

the deer-masked vip leans forward, clearly entertained. "how cute. she thinks she's making a smart bet."

they all find it hilarious.

but i don't react.

instead, i just tilt my head slightly, letting their laughter settle before speaking. "keep laughing."

it's enough to wipe a few smirks off their faces.

the front man, standing at the front of the room, says nothing. but i feel his gaze on me, watching, assessing.

i don't look at him.

i just keep my attention on the screen, watching the players, waiting for the game to begin.

as the game progresses, the room turns chaotic.
some vips curse under their breath, frustrated as their chosen teams struggle. others clasp their hands together, praying as if that'll somehow change the outcome. and then there are the ones who cheer, laughing, yelling, celebrating every elimination like it's a sport.

i remain calm.

the moment my group steps up, the energy in the room shifts. the vips, who have been laughing, cursing, and drinking their expensive whiskey without a care, now lean in slightly, their attention locked on the screen.

i remain silent, hands folded in my lap, eyes fixed on the game.

the deer-masked vip beside me lets out an amused hum. "so, tiger," he drawls, tilting his head in my direction, "ready to lose?"

i don't respond, don't even glance at him. i just watch.

my chosen group begins.

my team moves quickly, faster than any of the others before them.

the pregnant woman, the one everyone doubted, isn't a burden at all. she's making sure her team doesn't waste a single second.

they don't just play the game. they control it. the finish line is crossed with time to spare.

fastest time recorded.

i slowly turn to the deer-masked vip, who sits frozen, his amusement wiped clean.

i tilt my head slightly, my voice smooth, controlled. "so... what were you saying?"

his jaw tightens, but he doesn't answer.