(Evelina's POV—After the Carnage, Casino One)
I still couldn't believe it.
Theo Vinter? Yes—fine. Mafia king. Walking arsenal. Makes sense he'd be one of the strongest men.
But Rowan?
Rowan Arcturus? A quiet, stone-faced, kneels-when-I-tell-him-to bodyguard? He was just a mere—
No.
The glowing numbers above his head said otherwise. He wasn't "mere" anything. He was one of the strongest men in this game.
The system hadn't lied.
The reward wasn't Kael's flimsy, tissue-paper ego. It was power. Real, dangerous, world-shaping power.
Theo or Rowan.
And they both gained thirty damn percent.
I rubbed my temple.
"…Of course. Of course my life turns into a survival dating sim."
Before I could breathe—Whispers snapped through the ruined casino like sparks jumping across dry leaves.
"Did you see her? She killed all those men—without even flinching."
"A witch. Definitely a witch."
"—but like… wasn't she actually kind of cool?"
Silence.
And then—
"...Right. She was SO cool."
