On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 332

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First Day of Infiltration, The Organization Was Destroyed — Episode 332
The Swindle (2)
Quick hand signals flashed back and forth.
‘We need to bail. Something’s off.’
‘We lost six hundred thousand Cel total! Most of the money we took from that young master today just went up in smoke!’
‘We can’t drop out now.’
That was roughly the gist of it.
When multiple people colluded on a single game like this, losing a little was no problem — but lose big and things got complicated.
And on a game they absolutely had to win, a ridiculous reversal had unfolded at the last second.
‘Stay calm. These things happen, right?’
Actually, this was a good opportunity.
A chance to dispel suspicion and hook them for even bigger money.
“My congratulations, sir. A reversal in the final moments — fortune smiles on you, it seems?”
“No.”
“……?”
“Fortune didn’t smile on me.”
He’d manufactured it himself.
Burke, the con artist gang’s leader, had no way of knowing that — he chuckled darkly.
Dream big.
‘So the bastard’s going to swing for even bigger stakes, eh?’
Typically, first-time winners got cocky and reckless like this.
Four hundred thousand Cel.
Win, and it’d be two million.
“I, I don’t have that kind of money right now…….”
Delev panicked and tried to fold.
He genuinely didn’t have it.
“Oh, young master. What’s the worry? We can lend it to you. It’s a sizable sum, but you just win and pay it back, yes?”
“…….”
Delev deliberately avoided looking at Ziel’s direction.
The atmosphere felt like something bad would happen if he dropped out.
“All right, I’ll do it.”
With that, Delev’s participation was confirmed.
“Here, write up a quick promissory note for me.”
Taking on a debt of four hundred thousand Cel.
‘Later I can just bill the Kundel Family or threaten them over it.’
He’d already done the background work.
Would the family really want it known that their young master had gambled with lowlifes while running up debts?
Using that as leverage, he could shake them down for a million Cel, not just four hundred thousand.
No worries there.
This time around, he’d just have to use the two weighted dice more aggressively.
‘This time, I win.’
And so the game began.
Ziel’s opening roll wasn’t good.
[5, 4, 1, 3, 2]
He’d rolled a 1 on the first toss, and the rest of his numbers were poor.
The thugs’ mouths curled into smirks.
Now only four dice remained to use.
Predictably, the next roll was no better.
Meanwhile, the con artists kept rolling 5s and 6s, racking up high scores.
“Ah, what’s this about?”
And without incident, the con artists took the win.
Two million Cel.
They’d instantly recovered their losses and pocketed a fortune besides.
The con artists’ morale soared.
“So how about eighty thousand Cel next round?”
“If you’re scared, you should fold. This game’s getting too big, isn’t it?”
“Ugh, I think I’m out?”
Even as some naturally swapped out for others.
Yet Ziel placed his coins down without the slightest change in expression.
“One million Cel.”
“……!”
A sudden hush fell over the table.
But the spectators erupted in cheers.
“It’s a five-million-Cel game now!”
“Does that even make sense?”
“For heaven’s sake! Come over here, all of you!”
A staggering game unfolding, surrounded by dozens upon dozens of onlookers!
Gulp.
His throat went dry.
Burke was torn.
‘What the hell is he? What kind of person is this?’
A million Cel changed the equation entirely.
Sure, tens of thousands had been serious enough, but a million wasn’t money even most nobles could easily put on the table.
‘Did he bring someone in?’
No.
People on this turf knew right away if high-rollers approached, and they’d shut the game down.
‘A million…… a million…….’
Add the young master’s share and that’d be two million.
Actually, no.
The young master had to sit this one out.
Had to be a clean win.
“Young master, what will you do?”
Burke posed the question once he’d made his decision, and after a moment’s thought, Delev stood.
“I’ll stop here.”
“A wise choice, sir.”
Another gambler smoothly took his place.
“Ahem. When else will I ever see a million-Cel game?”
He offered a reasonable excuse, though they all knew the truth.
The opportunity of a lifetime!
Meanwhile, on another front——
‘The strategy worked.’
Ziel had intentionally lost the previous game.
He’d induced their carelessness.
He’d read it in a novel not long ago.
If you win every hand, you never catch your opponent off guard.
Ziel’s goal was simple.
Win big, settle all of Delev’s losses, and walk away with profit.
‘This is the moment.’
More money was always better.
“Go ahead and roll, sir.”
At Burke’s word, Ziel threw the dice.
It was a natural motion.
No one realized it was a precisely calculated throw designed to produce only 6s and 5s.
Tack, rattle-rattle.
[6, 5, 6, 6, 5]
Everyone’s jaws dropped.
‘Insane.’
The next throw came.
And the one after that.
And the next.
And the last.
“What…… what the——”
Only 5s and 6s had come up.
The spectators’ mouths hung open.
“That’s…… that’s impossible?”
“On a game this big?”
Burke began to suspect something.
‘Was I set up?’
Could this bastard have weighted dice too?
“I’m in first place, it seems.”
Burke suddenly called out.
“Wait, wait just a moment, sir! You didn’t rig those dice, did you?”
“Rig them?”
“The odds don’t make sense!”
It was an accusation you wouldn’t expect from the con gang’s leader, but the uninformed spectators all agreed.
“Right, right. How is that even possible?”
“Not just any game — in a two-million-Cel pot, those dice rolls don’t add up.”
“Are those weighted dice or something?”
Ziel answered calmly.
“Then let’s inspect the dice.”
Ziel pointed to the dice he’d just thrown.
Burke examined each one carefully.
“…….”
They were fine.
Ordinary dice.
“Any problem?”
“……that is…”
Another spectator cut in.
“Let me have a look. I make these things, you know?”
The Black Market had every type of person you could imagine.
“Dice look fine. Nothing wrong with them. You’ve got some luck, friend.”
At that, the suspicion faded.
“That’s some serious luck you’ve got there.”
“Man, I’m jealous. You just raked in five million, didn’t you?”
Burke and the other men’s hands trembled.
‘So it was just luck?’
At this moment, their thinking seized up.
Impossible luck.
Such luck doesn’t come twice.
The dice were fine, so there was no obvious fraud — the assumption that he’d simply gotten lucky tormented Burke’s mind.
‘If I can’t recover this, I’m finished.’
But there was still a chance.
“Sir, how about one more round?”
“Sure.”
At this moment, Ziel was preparing his final move.
“This time, one million five hundred thousand Cel.”
“…….”
Then he recited a line from the novel he’d read.
“If you’re scared, you’re dead.”
And he nodded with satisfaction.
‘That’s a fine line.’
Meanwhile, Delev turned pale.
‘The Teacher says things like that……?’
Finally, the game began.
Nearly everyone in the Black Market had gathered — it wasn’t an exaggeration.
“Say, isn’t something going on at the Auction House?”
“Who cares. What’s it matter to us. We’ve got a seven-point-five-million-Cel game here.”
There was commotion coming from the Auction House, but no one paid it any mind!
The con artists had put up all the money they had, including what they’d just won!
Win, and they’d reverse their fortune completely.
They’d already prepped their escape route.
Fleeing was a skill they’d honed.
‘I added another weighted die.’
With an extra loaded die, victory was assured.
“Let’s start. Rolling now.”
No matter how lucky one might be, that previous streak would never repeat…….
Tack, thud.
“…….”
“What……?”
[6, 6, 6, 6, 6.]
“Impossible…….”
“Five of the same number came up. You all take a five-point deduction.”
“That doesn’t make…… that’s fraud!”
“Is that so? You have evidence?”
He’d been watching the whole time.
These dice were the ones they’d handed him, unmixed.
Burke’s words caught in his throat.
He was forced to throw.
[6, 5, 6, 4, 6]
A good roll.
Just not as good as Ziel’s.
Then three more of the con men threw.
All high scores.
And when all the dice had landed on the table——
“This is what fraud really looks like.”
Ziel’s hand swept across each con man’s neck in turn.
The con artists froze in place, paralyzed.
It had happened too fast for them to register what occurred.
‘What…… what just——’
‘Why won’t my body……’
Immobilized, the con men couldn’t move as Ziel addressed the spectator who’d examined the dice earlier.
“You there.”
“Me, me?”
“Yes. Could you appraise those dice for us?”
“An appraisal, you mean…… these ones?”
“These four men’s dice.”
“I……”
The hesitant spectator approached and picked up one of the dice.
It was a weighted die Ziel had swapped in earlier.
As expected.
“……These are marked, aren’t they?”
Comparing them to Ziel’s, the man spoke with certainty.
“And they’re a different weight…….”
A murmur rippled through the crowd.
“What? These bastards were con artists?”
“The dice are a different weight!”
“These sons of bitches took my money!”
But the con men couldn’t move.
Couldn’t speak.
Paralyzed, after all.
‘Shit!’
‘Why won’t my body move!?’
They were ready to scream.
And as if being helpful, Ziel had the spectator verify the fraud.
Crack.
Ziel crushed the die in his palm and opened his hand.
Liquid was visible among the shattered fragments.
“That was it. The extra weight.”
A classic weighted die, engineered so that one side was heavier, guaranteeing favorable rolls. Precision-made, the difference was subtle — but Ziel’s eyes were not so easily fooled.
He’d asked the spectator only to establish credibility.
“There’s something inside here!”
“Let me see, I’ll smash it!”
A spectator rushed forward with a hammer and brought it down on a die.
Bang!
Sure enough, liquid poured out.
“These damned bastards…….”
“These sons of bitches are con artists!”
“Wait, why haven’t these bastards said anything since earlier? Why do you all just stare ahead? Huh?”
Pure chaos.
Yet Ziel calmly collected the pot.
“Since fraud was committed, I’m taking the money.”
A fortune!
More wealth than most could imagine holding in their hands.
Then Ziel finally turned his gaze toward Delev.
“Delev Kundel.”
“S-sir…….”
“Follow me. We’ll talk once we’re out of here.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
Ziel left the Black Market, taking Delev and even Zephyros along with him.
“Hey, these bastards are just playing dumb, aren’t they? Answer me! My money!”
“Were these bastards scamming everyone for a month?”
“Hey! Tie these bastards up!”
Meanwhile, the paralyzed Burke and his men could only scream internally.
Once Ziel released the paralysis, though — which he’d set to wear off soon — they’d face something far worse.
‘Where…… where’s the promissory note?’
Burke, rolling his eyes in desperation, realized the promissory note from the young master had vanished.
Ziel had quietly pocketed it.
Their last shred of hope was gone.
The first rule of Black Market gambling:
Get caught cheating, and your wrists get cut.
So all four of these con men were doomed.
Naturally, no one sympathized.
“Ha, they got caught good and proper. Serves them right.”
“But who was that guy they were with? Incredibly handsome.”
“I heard someone mention silver hair somewhere…”
And so Ziel had become a legend in the Black Market gambling world.

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