The paranormal descended, and I was dragged onto a ghost cruise ship to play rock-paper-scissors. Lose, and you die. Luckily, I’m bound to the [Gambit System], which lets me see through everyone’s habits when throwing. My creditor wants me dead? Better teach him some probability theory first. My childhood friend betrays me? I’ll calculate him straight into bankruptcy. Others gamble with their lives; I gamble with KPIs. After clearing the game, I turned an SSS-rank paranormal entity into a 996 employee. It cried and asked, “Boss, when are we having a team-building event?” You can gamble with your life, but the books have to balance.
