My name is Nick Ryder.
Ryder is my last name and Nick is my first name.
But I don't really like others calling me this name. I prefer to call myself Gambler.
It's quite funny to say.
I saw the word Gambler in a magazine that discouraged people from gambling.
A magazine telling people about the dangers of gambling was placed in every casino in Las Vegas.
The magazine with the bloody cover tried desperately to tell everyone who came here about the dangers of gambling.
However, those people never set their sights on those magazines, even for a second.
Their eyes had already been filled with the chips on the card table.
I was born in Las Vegas, a medium-sized family of Casino.
Mary, who raised me, always nagged me about how surprised she was when she found me in the toilet in the guest bathroom.
To be honest, these words have already made my ears tingle.
But every time Mary nags this matter in my ear, it makes me feel a little bit of peace in this impetuous Las Vegas.
Let me introduce this lady Mary who plays the role of mother in my life.
Mary was originally an elementary school teacher in Ontario.
She is not a citizen of this country.
And the reason why she settled in Las Vegas was not because she liked this ghost place.
Before she came to Las Vegas, she had a job and life that most people would envy.
It was Las Vegas that changed her Fate.
During what was supposed to be a pleasant vacation, Mary and her husband came to Las Vegas for a trip.
Like everyone who comes here.
Mary's husband soon won tens of thousands of dollars on a roulette table.
By the way, Mary's husband is a decent doctor.
Yes, he should be decent.
The premise is that if there is no Las Vegas trip.
Mary is the same as her husband.
On the same roulette table, in just half an hour, she won her pre-tax salary of half a year's work.
Even after paying taxes, it was more than what she earned from half a year of hard work.
The couple encountered a sudden windfall and immediately started spending like crazy.
According to Mary's later recollections.
The two of them went crazy the night they won the money.
And that night was also the beginning of the nightmare of this journey.
Mary, who was still young at the time, didn't know.
Fate's gift has already been marked with a price secretly.
Nearly one hundred thousand US dollars was squandered by the two of them in just one night.
Like all Gambler, the two of them sat on the gambling table again.
But this time, Fate did not favor them both.
After a day and an all-night fierce battle, the two lost all their savings and incurred a terrible debt.
Soon, the creditor came to ask the two of them to collect money to repay the debt.
The couple borrowed money from relatives, friends and colleagues to scrape together the debt.
Logically speaking, after this experience, the two of them should immediately choose to end this unpleasant vacation.
However, Gambler is Gambler.
Under the influence of Gambler psychology, Mary's husband firmly believed that he was just temporarily unlucky.
After paying off the debt, Mary and her husband went to church early the next morning and confessed their sins.
And pray for God's forgiveness.
I guess, God should have forgiven him.
Otherwise, how could he sit at the gambling table again?
Mary often said that perhaps he was already crazy when her husband was there.
Without any surprise, Mary's husband lost again and owed a debt even more terrifying than last time.
But this time, they could no longer borrow the money to repay the loan sharks.
God Maybe he was angry with this guy Deception for his behavior.
So he no longer protected him and handed him over to Satan.
Then, Satan took away this crazy Gambler.
The funny thing is that even after a person dies, the debt cannot be eliminated.
All the debts fell on this primary school teacher who was less than thirty years old.
Later, it was the owner of the Casino where I was born who came forward and allowed Mary to escape from the endless debt.
Speaking of which, I hate that guy. Although that guy is a jerk, I am still grateful for what he did.
Because in a sense, without him, there would be no me.
I've always been curious about why that bastard helped Mary pay back the money.
But Mary kept silent about this matter.
Later, Mary, who became a housekeeper, found me newly born in the toilet in the guest room.
She told that bastard about her discovery of me.
That bastard called up the surveillance.
The one who gave birth to me was Gambler who was about to give birth.
As for why she chose to abandon me, to be honest I don't care.
Maybe Fate made a joke at this time.
Out of some bad taste, that bastard actually asked Mary to raise me and restricted me from leaving Casino.
He also gave me the surname 'Ryder'.
After that, I spent my childhood in the cleaning room.
Mary taught me how to read and gave me knowledge.
For as long as I can remember, Mary has been teaching me not to get into gambling.
However, she failed to consider one thing.
The mother who provided me with the genes was originally a crazy Gambler.
Although I listen to Mary's words, my genes are destined that I, Future, will definitely be a Gambler.
And even more crazy.
My favorite thing to do when I was a kid was to provide some trivial services to those Gamblers who were in a state of excitement in that bastard's Casino.
For example, handing the champagne from the waiter's tray to the hands of those Gambler.
And these Gambler will also throw me a chip when they win money.
But at that time, I still couldn't tell why these guys were so excited.
Most of the time, except for the chips, I can get everything else.
Such as saliva and fists.
I absolutely hate those pointed leather shoes that have been polished to reflect light.
No matter white, black or red.
Because when that thing kicks you, it really hurts.
But every time I get a tip, it makes me forget all the unpleasantness that happened during the day.
Besides tipping, there is another more important reason.
Even if I just stand aside and watch, I can always put myself into those Gamblers.
That kind of squandering a lot of money and using a small amount of money to make a big difference always makes me feel excited.
It's a pity that Mary won't let me get into gambling.
Mary is not at Casino during the day, and she will not start her day's cleaning work until the afternoon.
So I have enough time to hang out in Casino.
I was still young at that time and could barely control myself.
Relying on this method, when I was sixteen years old, I was already a young rich man with a savings of 100,000 US dollars.
By the way, when I was thirteen years old, that bastard refused to let me eat in the Casino cafeteria for free.
During the three years from the age of thirteen to sixteen, I had to rely on myself to provide food and clothing.
Sometimes, Mary would secretly share her staff meals with me.
She always told me that this was what she had left over.
But I couldn't figure out what she meant.
So I always tell her which gambler rewarded me with one or more chips today, and then I took those rewarded chips and went to the cafeteria for a feast.
I'm such a smart...Gambler.
Speaking of which, I have to mention my favorite food.
sandwich.
Because there are usually no cigarette butts in leftover sandwiches.
The smell of cigarette butts mixed with the drinks and food is really terrible!
I vaguely remember that when I was sixteen, I was almost 1.8 meters tall.
In addition, I usually go to the hotel gym when I have nothing to do.
At that time, my figure still looked very intimidating.
And I have a pretty good relationship with the security guards at Casino.
Then I was in that bastard's Casino, imitating those bastards and started to lend usury to the Gamblers.
I have to say, this thing makes money really fast.
The capital of one hundred thousand US dollars doubled in less than a month.
People, once they have money, they start to drift away.
Even if you are as smart as me, you are no exception.
On the day I doubled my principal, to celebrate, I drank a whole bottle of whiskey by myself.
I was so confused that I could no longer suppress the gambling nature in my heart.
I grew up in this Casino, and I know all the ways to play it.
I even know what's wrong with them.
So, at the age of sixteen, I sat at the gambling table for the first time.
Then I started winning and kept winning.
At that time, I unscrupulously enjoyed the cheers of the gamblers around me and their envious looks.
At that moment, I seemed to become a god.
God of Las Vegas.
I keep winning, keep winning.
Even that bastard noticed me.
I won until I broke the winning streak record of Las Vegas.
Overnight, I became a legend in this city.
It is limited to the myths circulated among Gamblers.
In less than one night, the value of the chips on my table has exceeded 10 million US dollars.
That bastard is scared of me.
He couldn't stop me from continuing to win, so he came with Mary.
I will never forget the disappointment in Mary's eyes at that moment.
Seeing that look, the sharp pain in my heart caused me to wake up instantly from the drifting feeling.
She turned around and left without saying a word to me.
Yes, she taught me not to gamble since I was a child.
My Gambler nature was also suppressed for sixteen years because of her teachings.
Realizing that I had done something wrong, I quickly ran after her, held her hand, and begged her for forgiveness.
She slapped me hard.
I swear in front of all Gambler present that as long as she is willing to forgive me, I will never sit on that damn gambling table again.
Fortunately, Mary forgave me.
Then I used all the chips I won to buy the right to operate a gambling hall for three years from that bastard.
If there were no accidents, I would have spent my life in endless squandering.
Until one day, Mary appeared in front of me with scars all over her face.
After repeated questioning by me, Mary finally told the truth.
It turns out that the bastard helped Mary pay back the money not out of God's will, nor out of kind pity.
Mary is very beautiful, at least in my mind, she is the most beautiful woman in the world.
Oh no, it should be the mother.
I never called her mother, but I always treated her as my mother.
In fact, Mary was indeed very beautiful when she was young.
That night, in Wrath, I beat that bastard violently.
Of course, the guy called the police.
The police quickly arrested me for intentional injury.
But I'm not worried at all because I have plenty of money.
The police system here has long been corrupted by money.
Many senior officials in the system are my gamblers.
I was released without charge twenty-four hours after my arrest.
At that time, I returned to my Villa with great joy, ready to show off my success to Mary.
But when I returned to the Villa, I saw Mary on the verge of death.
I still can't forget the scene where the brown spots on her face and Crow’s Feet were covered with coagulated blood.
One day later, my personal doctor informed me that I was critically ill.
Mary is gone, she must have been taken away by God.
For a kind person like her, God has no reason to abandon her.
I know very well that this bastard did all this.
He couldn't do anything to me, so he vented his anger on this kind woman.
I'm very angry, but being angry doesn't help.
That bastard can't do anything to me, and I can't do anything to him either.
All I could do was just beat him up.
It is impossible to kill him.
Because there is no way to be cleared of intentional homicide.
After anger comes calmness.
After calming down, I started looking for evidence.
Look for evidence that the bastard hurt Mary.
As long as I can find evidence, I am 100% sure that I can send him in.
As long as he goes in, I have countless ways to make that guy experience something Affliction worse than death in prison.
But just one day later, someone surrendered.
I remember that guy was a bodyguard next to that bastard.
He showed the police a video recording of himself beating Mary.
Finally, the police charged him with intentional homicide.
I will never forget the look that guy looked at me before he was officially arrested.
That's a provocation.
I understood that it was not him who provoked me, but the boss behind him.
Horns Ryder.
The day after the bodyguard was arrested, I attended Mary's funeral.
Horns also came and brought a bouquet of white flowers.
I don't remember the funeral words that the priest who presided over the funeral said that day.
But I remember what I said to Horns.
Wash your neck and wait for me, you bitch!!!
Of course, I won't let that bastard in prison go either.
I swear, he will experience a fear thousands of times more terrifying than death.
Three days later, I sat down at the gaming table again in Horns' Casino.
That day happened to be my twentieth birthday.
At this time, I already have my own Casino outside.
With wealth that I can never squander in my lifetime, I once again sat on the gambling table of Casino, the company where I was born.
Before this, I prayed to God.
But the only one who responded to me was myself.
That is the madness that comes from Gambler in my bones, and it is this madness that responds to me.
Horns Ryder... I'll bet you my life!