Chapter 352
Posted on September 19, 2025 ยท 0 mins read
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Chapter 352 I Wonโ€™t Lose This Time

โ€œOf course! King is the only player to reach platinum VIP at The Eighteenth Hell just on skill alone. Nobody can beat him!โ€

โ€œBut is he good at fighting in real life, too?โ€

โ€œHard to tell. Looking at him, he doesnโ€™t seem like the type who fights. Heโ€™s just insanely good at games.โ€

Harryโ€™s expression immediately changed. He slammed his hand on the arcade machine and jumped up.

โ€œWho said that? I can fight too! Iโ€™m tough as nails! But I came here for games, not for throwing punches! Come on, whoโ€™s next?!โ€

โ€œMe.โ€

Tildaโ€™s calm, confident voice cut through the noise.

When Harry heard her, his body stiffened.

Slowly, like a robot, he turned to look at her.

Even with her mask, hat, and scarf hiding her face, Harry recognized her instantly.

It was Tilda!

He swallowed nervously, remembering the last arcade match.

She had mimicked his moves and crushed him so badly that he didnโ€™t even stand a chance.

The others hadnโ€™t realized how serious it was, nor did they notice Harryโ€™s hesitation.

They started mocking Tilda.

โ€œA girl? Playing liveโ€“action fighting games? Hah! Thatโ€™s a first for me.โ€

โ€œThis isnโ€™t a place for girls. Go find your mommy.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t cry when it gets tough. Weโ€™re not babysitting you.โ€

โ€œFirst time seeing someone take on this fighting game at The Eighteenth Hell. Do you even know who youโ€™re dealing with?"

โ€œHeโ€™s Kingโ€“the king of this arcade and even official ones. What makes you think you can win?โ€

Tilda ignored their insults.

She calmly took a seat across from Harry, smiling slightly.

Her words had a chill that could freeze anyone.

โ€œKing, everyone says Iโ€™m not a worthy opponent. What do you think?โ€

โ€œIโ€ฆ I wonโ€™t lose this time! Letโ€™s start!โ€

Harry gritted his teeth. He knew she was serious and dangerous. Even he didnโ€™t want to mess with her.

But the crowd was hyped. If he backed down now, heโ€™d be a laughingstock and never be able to show up at The Eighteenth Hell again.

โ€œWhat?! King lost to her before?! No way!โ€

โ€œSomething mustโ€™ve gone wrong!โ€

โ€œBut this girl is tough. My buddy said she took out six thugs in ten secondsโ€“total victory!โ€

โ€œDamn! Can she fight that well? But I guess it makes sense. If a girl like her couldnโ€™t handle herself, sheโ€™d be in trouble in a place like this.โ€

Once the crowd realized King had faced Tilda before and that she could truly fight, their attitude shifted.

Everyone was now buzzing to see who would win.

Harryโ€™s eyes darted as he said, โ€œFirst to five wins takes it.โ€

He wasnโ€™t underestimating her anymore.

He knew her gaming skills were amazing. She could mimic his moves almost instantly.

The only shot he had at beating her was to set the rules before she got comfortable with the game or figured out his strategies.

If he could pull off a win early, heโ€™d come out on top.

That way, he wouldnโ€™t get embarrassed losing to her again.

โ€œAnd whoever wins, the loser has to do one favor for the winner. Deal? No bet, no fun,โ€ he said.

Harry wasnโ€™t truly into gambling or bets.

But he noticed Santiago and his brothers seemed pretty interested in Tilda.

Santiago kept saying he hated her for betraying his family.

But as his best friend, Harry could tell Santiago still wanted to patch things up with his sister.

After all, sheโ€™d been missing for 19 years.

Harry didnโ€™t know what had happened between Tilda and the Jensons.

That was their business.

Still, he owed a lot to Santiago and finally saw a way to help him out.

But thenโ€”

โ€œSure.โ€

Tilda agreed without hesitation.

Now Harry was completely dumbfounded.

All the explanations heโ€™d prepared were useless.

Why wasnโ€™t Tilda playing by the script?!


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