Gambling and I Are Sworn Enemies

This was Gustav's twenty-second day since discovering the new world.

A whole new, untouched expanse of virgin territory.

The first person to summon him had been a foolish middle-aged Asian man. He lived comfortably, had an excellent job, and seemingly had nothing to be dissatisfied with. Yet his wish was to gain an ability... the kind of power possessed by only a select few, even if it would change the course of his life.

Gustav had granted his wish, turning him into a puppet. Being a puppet was a form of power, after all, and one far beyond that of ordinary mortals.

At the same time, he had harvested the man's soul.

That was how a devil's Contract worked. No matter how many traps it contained, as long as it fulfilled the other party's request on the surface, he could immediately claim his reward.

As a powerful devil, he naturally had no intention of letting a new world slip through his fingers. His puppet ran a company with several thousand employees. He could plunder these mortals' souls to his heart's content and turn them into his servants.

The only blemish was that their souls were all rather weak. Easy to consume, but not particularly delicious.

Then, on the fifteenth day, Gustav encountered an ability user—or at least, that was what people in this world called those uniquely fortunate individuals.

Without hesitation, he forced the man to choose: die, or offer him everything. When the ability user's plea to survive was granted, soul power ten times greater than an ordinary person's became the finest reward for his efforts.

However, Gustav also learned from his servants that this world, so similar to his own, had a group of people with special powers maintaining order. They called themselves the Dimensional Limit Organization, a