A deep reflection from Himzed, gazing at the desk, he was thinking about what Harith was doing. Himzed was staying in a hotel next to every building, his room dark, only accompanied by a lamp, because Himzed had closed the window, not wanting to let in the warm sunlight.
"I'm confused, but I have to follow it. If not, Harith's plan will fail," said Himzed, lowering his head.
"Markburg street… at 5:00, I have to report to the police. Isn't this like a trap? Is Harith trapping someone? I want to go to that street now, but Harith forbids it." Himzed sighed, opening his book and flipping through the pages.
"For now, I just need to be patient. Besides, the time isn't too long," Himzed sighed again, trying to be patient.
[10:57 AM]
"Hehe, what are you thinking, Harith? Angry? Heh heh, show your intelligence, Harith!" Varozmen laughed cunningly, clearly enjoying the suffering he was causing Harith.
"Pain? Pain?" Varozmen seemed like a person without reason, his movements erratic, mocking Harith who was silent, glaring at him with sharp eyes.
"Go on," said Harith with a blank expression. Harith's mind was indifferent to the situation, as he had predicted and arranged everything. He was making Varozmen believe he had control over the chess pieces, while Harith himself was the one controlling the actions from above the board.
"Alright, alright, kikikikiki," Varozmen chuckled like a madman, waiting for his pride to devour him.
Harith immediately put away his cards as usual, threw the dice, and got a 3. Then it was Varozmen's turn to roll the dice, and Varozmen got a 1.
Harith's hand didn't tremble at all as he reached for a card from the pile.
Imagine a chess player who can see all the chess pieces but struggles to calculate all the moves. But Harith could see all the cards and even calculate all the cards Varozmen would pick, as if he was playing chess but in the form of cards.
The card Harith picked was the spear card. He kept it and waited for Varozmen to pick a card from the pile. Harith predicted that Varozmen would pick the sword card.
Varozmen's hands were trembling as he tried to pick a card from the pile.
Please! Please! Give me a good card! Varozmen's face was sweating, smiling proudly with wide-open eyes.
Varozmen then got the sword card, just as Harith had predicted. Varozmen's face looked gloomy, but he hid it with a sly chuckle. "Haha! I'm not sure you'll be able to beat me, Harith."
Harith chuckled, his face remaining cold. He picked a card from the pile and got the poison card. He immediately kept the card in his stack.
Varozmen quickly grabbed a card from the pile, feeling the deep power of the card he was about to receive.
Harith chuckled, looking into Varozmen's eyes. "If you lose, the stakes are money, all your wealth will be mine."
Harith predicted that the card Varozmen would pick was the spear card.
Varozmen, hearing Harith's statement, immediately shook his head, his focus wavering. "You will die, my money and everything will never be yours," Varozmen chuckled, quickly pulling a card from the pile and getting the spear card.
Varozmen immediately kept the card in his stack, sighing in relief, thinking he would get a bad card.
With quick and expressionless movement, Harith picked a card from the pile and got the poison card. It was clear that Harith could easily see all the types of cards; it wasn't about luck, but Harith's insight and intelligence in thinking and perceiving the world.
Harith, with his intelligence, once again predicted that Varozmen would draw a normal human card.
Varozmen hid his nervousness when he drew a bad card. He sighed and let out a sly chuckle to prevent Harith from reading his expression.
Harith quickly grabbed a card from the deck. He drew a poison card once again. He wanted to make a layered attack, complicating Varozmen's defense.
Varozmen trembled when he tried to draw a card from the deck, sweat soaking his forehead.
"Heh heh, how about we just play four rounds? Doesn't that sound cheap? If you lose to me, you only need to pay 400 golden chlorine," Harith chuckled slyly, further frustrating Varozmen. But Varozmen sighed and calmed himself before drawing a sword card from the deck.
As Harith had predicted, Varozmen was like a puppet controlled by Harith. Harith seemed to be above Varozmen, controlling the system of Varozmen's body.
"Alright... just four rounds..." Varozmen chuckled, hiding his nervousness. It was obvious his heart was pounding in fear of losing.
Harith quickly grabbed a card from the deck. He drew a poison card once again and placed it in his card set.
Varozmen swallowed and drew a card from the deck, once again drawing a normal human card.
Harith immediately asked Varozmen, "What happens if poison hits the king card three times?" Harith chuckled slyly.
Varozmen's subordinates, seeing their boss in trouble, felt a deep sense of nervousness. Sweat drenched their faces, as though their minds were entering the game between these two monsters.
Varozmen sighed, not affected by the taunt.
You are a smart person, Varozmen! Remember that!
Harith drew a card from the deck and got another poison card. He had drawn three poison cards. Harith stared at the three poison cards in his hand. His eyes remained cold, full of calculation. He didn't play his cards immediately, seemingly letting Varozmen drown in uncertainty. Varozmen, trying to cover his unease with a fake laugh, could only glare at Harith with increasing hatred.
"Your turn, Varozmen," Harith said flatly, as if giving his opponent the stage to make a move.
With trembling hands, Varozmen drew a card from the deck. This time, he drew a Shield Card. His eyes briefly sparkled, but he quickly composed himself, putting on a cold expression to prevent Harith from reading his face.
"Finally... a little bit of luck," Varozmen muttered quietly, then placed the card into his set.
Harith watched calmly. He knew that the shield would only delay the loss, not reverse the situation. "You want to try to hold on, huh?" Harith asked, his tone mocking.
"I have more than enough to destroy you," Varozmen replied with a cynical smile, though the tension on his face was still obvious.
Now it was Harith's turn. He drew another card and got a Spear Card. He stored it without expression and then said, "This game doesn't need luck, just logic. You don't have that, Varozmen."
Varozmen didn't answer. He drew the next card from the deck and got a Normal Human Card. This time, he felt frustrated. The card didn't help much in this situation.
"Well? Do you want to give up now?" Harith smiled faintly, as if he knew Varozmen had no way out.
"Shut your mouth!" Varozmen shouted. He quickly formulated a strategy in his mind. He knew Harith had enough poison cards to cripple his king card. The only way to survive was to protect it with either a human or shield card, but time seemed to be against him.
"Alright," Harith said coldly. He played his first card: Poison Card. The first attack was directed at Varozmen's king card.
Varozmen immediately responded. He played a shield card to protect his king.
"Good defense," Harith said, maintaining a calm expression, "but that only delays your defeat."
It was Harith's turn again. This time, he played his second poison card, attacking the king card directly. The shield had already been used, so Varozmen couldn't protect his king unless he played a normal human card.
Quickly, Varozmen played a normal human card. "You won't bring me down that easily, Harith," he said with a chuckle, though his voice clearly trembled.
But Harith remained unaffected. "Too bad, Varozmen. I still have one more poison left."
Varozmen froze. He had no other cards to protect his king. With cold movements, Harith played his final poison card.
"The game is over," Harith said coldly. Varozmen's king card was crippled.
Varozmen stared at his card set with a vacant look. His defeat was undeniable. Cold sweat drenched his face, and the small laugh that had once graced his lips was now gone.
In the break room, Varozmen's subordinates anxiously handed him a cup of warm tea. "Boss, are you sure you want to continue the game? That kid is like a monster. We don't know how to speak, it's as if he can already predict what's going to happen in the future."
Varozmen sighed, his hands trembling. "Give up? The dumbest statement! How could I lose to a kid, it's just luck..." Varozmen's words weakened, because his reaction contradicted his words. His body felt tense, his breath shallow. His fear, which he tried to hide, was clearly visible.
"I'll make sure, in this third round, he'll lose!" Hatred crawled through every nerve in Varozmen's body, seeping into his mind, filling him with deadly euphoria, giving him an inflated sense of pride. Every second, he imagined how he would turn the tables, defeat Harith by any means. But it was undeniable, every move Harith made felt like it was inside his mind. Harith's manipulation completely controlled Varozmen.
Deep inside, Varozmen refused to accept the truth. Harith, that kid, seemed to know everything, more than anyone, even more than himself. This wasn't just a card game, it was an unimaginable battle of minds. Yet, his arrogance prevented him from giving up so easily.
"Harith, you will see...!" Varozmen growled quietly, gripping the tea cup tightly, as if trying to calm himself before facing the third round.