Food God System: Wasteland

"What the hell do I do if I don't gamble? At least if I take the money to gamble, there's a chance to make enough! If I don't gamble, I'll just continue being a damn eunuch, damn it!"

After the man had vented his violence, he held her close, eyes red, continuing to offer comfort.

He said it was his fault, making the woman keep earning money for him as gambling capital, claiming he'd win it back someday.

What could the woman do?

She was hopeless, unable to escape.

Because she was a slave bought by the man.

And so, days went on like this.

…

Watching the man's retreating figure, the woman got up, entered the room, and washed away the filth on her body.

She coaxed her daughter, whose eyes were numb, then locked the daughter in another room, took out a red scarf, and hung it by the window, her expression numb.

…

"Damn it, I'll definitely win next time!"

Zhou Fengtai was once again kicked out of the gambling den, cursing under his breath, suddenly feeling hunger in his stomach, yet he found he didn't have a penny on him.

Zhou Fengtai cursed the whole world, cursed everything.

It seemed the whole world was the source of his misfortune.

Until he walked down the alley towards home and heard a sinister laugh.

"A luckless gambler, your life reeks like that can of herring deep in the garbage pile, gambling is your only way out, do you want to win? How about we make a deal?"

Having already lost money and in a bad mood, Zhou Fengtai heard this sinister and angry mockery: "Who the hell is talking?"

When Zhou Fengtai turned to look, he was suddenly scared out of his wits—a catfish stood on the other side of the alley, grinning at him with sharp teeth.

Zhou Fengtai wanted to run, but his legs went weak with fear. Yet, spotting the catfish toying with a gold coin in its webbed claws, his eyes instantly turned greedy.

Tahm looked at the gambler before him, its tongue licked across its lips, what a foul-smelling soul, yet it had a peculiar fragrance.

"Do you want to win? Come and kiss the noble demon's foot; if I'm in a great mood, I can strike a deal with you. I can let you win a lot of money, but in exchange, you have to give me a little something of yours..."

"Demon?!"

At this moment, Zhou Fengtai's greed completely surpassed his fear, and he nodded frantically.

"As long as you can make me win, I'll trade anything!"

"Hahaha! Greedy soul, I trust your honesty just as much as I trust the insanity of an asylum's inmate."

"Come, take this, and I promise you'll win every gamble."

Zhou Fengtai took the gold coin from Tahm's hand, looked up, and just as he was about to ask what he needed to give in return, the figure of that fat catfish vanished, leaving only the hefty gold coin in his hand.

Zhou Fengtai's throat rolled, his eyes filled with excitement and madness.

Is this... my chance to defy fate?

…

The money the woman painstakingly earned in a day was once again snatched away by Zhou Fengtai, and she was already numb to it.

She thought Zhou Fengtai would return today just like always, losing money and coming home drunk.

But she waited till midnight, and Zhou Fengtai didn't come back; the woman could only uneasily lock the door, thinking maybe he passed out drunk in some tavern again?

She didn't know.

At this moment, Zhou Fengtai had already turned into a gambling god in the casino.

No matter which gambling table.

As soon as he got involved, it was guaranteed wins.

In the whole gambling den, he won a full 100,000!

Zhou Fengtai was completely flying high.

He was no longer satisfied with small-time gambling dens and started heading to large casinos.

But he discovered that the gold coin seemed to have lost its effect there.

He lost until only 1,000 was left.

He returned once more to that alley, shouting and yelling.

Until that fat catfish emerged from the shadows again, saying, "What's wrong, my little darling? You seem quite unhappy with our deal."

"The gold coin you gave me worked great in small gambling dens, but why doesn't it work at all in the big casinos! I've lost all the money I won!"

"Oh, is that so? Because our last deal made you a big fish in the small pond; if you want to win more money in the big casinos, you have to give more."

"Anything, if worse comes to worst, I even have two bitches at home I can give you!"

Tahm grinned, handing him another gold coin.

"In that case, let's continue."

With two gold coins in hand, Zhou Fengtai, in a state of ecstasy, didn't even ask Tahm the specifics of the deal before diving back into the large casino.

Tahm licked its lips, gazing at its feast, eyes glinting blood red.

By the time Zhou Fengtai returned to the alley for the third time, his clothes had completely changed.

"Hahaha! I won 800,000! A whole 800,000! Did you hear that? I've become a rich man! I'm a part of the high society now!"

"Congratulations, my little darling, you've exchanged so much money, why not take that and leave? Don't you have two family members still? Help them escape their slave bodies and live well, wouldn't that be nice?"

"Just two bitches! Now that I have money, what kind of woman can't I find? Do you know how many pretty women would flock over if I threw out ten thousand bucks?"

"But you're not a real man, are you?"

Tahm's words struck a nerve with Zhou Fengtai, his pupils trembled, and he suddenly lifted his head, saying, "I want my symbol of manhood back! What do I have to trade for it?"

Tahm's mouth split into a grin, "Are you sure? I can help you recover your symbol of manhood, but the exchange condition is... your soul."

Zhou Fengtai shivered, "No way, if I gave you my soul, wouldn't I be dead?"

Then he seemed to think of something, his eyes flashing, "Alright then, I have two women at home, I'll give you their souls!"

"Oh my dear black-hearted baby! Your family pricing is worse than expired canned food! Plus, these two souls will only let me bet with you; if... you can win 2 million in the casino, I'll fulfill your wish and won't take your soul. If you fail, then everything will be mine.

What do you think?"

"Deal!"