Jujutsu Kaisen Gambler Novels & Stories

I turned my eyes into slits to him. "Y-You know! It's not bad that you'll do the part of ending up with Aspen instead of me," I said with a fake smile, avoiding his eyes. I sounded so weird but I don't want to meddle up with Aspen anymore. Mezakiel stirred his juice drink. "If you'll listen to yourself clearly, I'm certain that you'll even shut your mouth for days." I widened my eyes on him but he still leaned his head on his hand. "Miss Karin Ruiz, there are no rules in the gambling that the main player shall do all the process to win. May I let you know the real concept of this gamble?"

Calvin enters interfering with my concentration and Gary looks at him angrily, he was always numbers and money sings are not allowed in his training or when he’s giving last instructions to a fight. “Sickle, the bets were really high, there is a gambler that put a huge amount of money favoring Pipo. Don’t let me down, man, we’re going to show this son of a bitch full of shit and the bet he did that we are way more you, man.” I heard that Garden Falls, the local gymnasium, is quickly full and before I could ask, he answers it ready to guess my thoughts. “Your girl is on the front row, she’s anxious for the fight, make it pretty for her.”

I’m supposed to be picking the right fighter, making sure his hundred grand doesn’t burn—but Knox’s hands are dragging my focus everywhere but the screen. My body is arching, greedy for more. His mouth presses heat into the skin just below my ear, and I can't think anymore. I just act. My finger taps Goliath—the thicker of the two men in the ring—just as his image flashes again. A second later, the screen blinks. Bet placed. Knox just gambled away six figures. Rich people are weird. I would comment on that any other day, but right now, my core is pulsing with a need I don’t know how to contain.

“I was ranked #60. My mafia name is Gambler. Anything imbued with my luck becomes a weapon. I use mostly coins and playing cards.” The Gambler was a very sick looking teen who looked like he sold his soul instead of his luck for power. He would be clumsier than usual on some days, and Zen knew the reason behind it now. Yesterday, Zen caught him loitering outside the kitchen. The Gambler left eventually without saying anything, but his actions were highly suspicious. Yet, who would have anticipated their meeting in such an alliance?

Following a smooth and effortless landing, they immediately ran in the direction of the gambling addict to seek him out. The scene stunned the surrounding gamblers. The pair ran out of the casino at top speed. It was drizzling outside. The gambling addict’s movements were as lithe as a swallow as he ran about wildly on the busy roads. Only someone with a guilty conscience would display this kind of tension and distress. His attitude made Tyr and Ash more certain that this gambler must have something to hide. Seeing how he had shaken off his pursuers at an incredible speed, he must be someone who had trained professionally in parkour. Having specifically chosen an escape route with a variety

“Darcy, am I hearing this right? Why are you asking such a stupid question? No matter how powerful Kaze is, he’s no match for Gareth Hornberg. That man can single-handedly crush him!” She started to wonder if her best friend had lost her mind or Kaze had poisoned her with his delusional thoughts. “Darcy, don’t listen to her.” Kaze smiled and took his phone out. “Miru, you saw this video before right? If this is that so-called grandmaster, I can crush him with a finger.” The video on his phone showed an elderly, his hair and beard streaked with gray—it was Gareth. He was getting into his stance and when he pushed his palms forward, his opponent, a tall and buff man, was blasted away to the gr

There were hundreds, even thousands of them, and every single one was full of insults aimed at me. "We trusted you!" "You were the one who told us to keep fighting, and now you turn around and take money from the Romano Famiglia!" "You promised that you would help us, so what's the meaning of this?" In that instant, a heavy silence settled over the office. I stared at the screen for a few moments before lowering the tablet. Dante hadn't changed at all. He would simply upend the chessboard if he found himself unable to control the match. I raised my head, speaking with a clarity that ensured everyone present could hear.

"It's been a long time since I've played, and I never thought I'd be playing this again after all these years with a little kid ten years younger than me." "You!" Brent grunted and looked at the cards in the dealer's hand, cocking his mouth to leave the crowd with a shuddering smile. "Professor Brent is trying to play psychological warfare with me, is that it? I'm Keio." The Hermosa in her arms had long since been ground into unconsciousness by the vibrations of the vibrator, and she could only clench her legs and bury her head in Brent's arms. She didn't know anything about the whole bet, all she knew was that Mister would occasionally do something over the top, like deliberately touching h