The Gambler

"Looks like you want to take a gamble."

At Mo Bai's words, Christopher's narrowed eyes relaxed, and a smile tugged at his lips.

To be honest, the sight made Mo Bai deeply uncomfortable.

After all, he had heard from Rover about what Christopher had done in the past.

Mo Bai knew the playwright beside him was someone who treated lives as disposable in Seven Hills, weaving other people's fates as he pleased.

Unfortunately, the man beside him was only a clone.

"Yeah. Going along with someone from a dangerous organization like yours is a gamble for me."

Mo Bai gave a rueful sigh.

Keeping company with Christopher was like sleeping beside a tiger. Mo Bai knew that, in Christopher's world, killing the repulsive clone beside him would accomplish nothing.

The longer he remained in this world, the more danger he faced.

But...

Though he claimed not to care about that matter, deep down he still wanted an answer.

Don't go.

Mo Bai could hear Mo Hei speaking.

Then why not just tell me about my past?

But...

What, is a memory even more dangerous than walking into the Remnant Star Society's trap?

...

When Mo Hei fell silent, Mo Bai realized how serious the matter was.

If Mo Hei was keeping such a tight lid on it, this was clearly more than a simple memory.

Christopher is using you, just like that President before him. You can use him this time, too.

You're being so mysterious... You mean I have to learn about that memory bit by bit through him, right?

Huh? You caught on that fast?

More like you've been talking in riddles. I get it. I'll treat this as a visit to my old hometown.

After speaking with Mo Hei, Mo Bai turned his attention back to the