Chapter 353 Loser

Harry expected Tilda to try haggling, but she instantly said yes.

Was that some kind of trap?

"What? I already said yes. Are you gonna start or not?"

"I… I'm starting now!"

Calm down, Harry. Everything is still going as planned. Just don't let her figure out your moves.

If I can win five rounds, I'll come out as the winner and finally get my revenge!

Last time at the amusement park, Tilda only beat him after learning his strategies over a dozen rounds. But this time, she utterly crushed him. He was just her punching bag. He didn't win a single round out of five. She beat him completely.

Harry couldn't believe it. The entire arcade went silent. No one saw that coming. Everyone expected a close fight. They thought it'd be impossible to tell who'd win until the end. No one thought King would get crushed so badly.

It looked like King was right. Tilda did beat him before. There was always someone better out there.

"This… this can't be! How do you know all these combos?" Harry stared at Tilda in disbelief.

"Because I've played this game by now. Back when we played 'Rogue Fighters', it was my first time."

Damn! I completely misjudged this! Harry's skills were no match for hers, yet he'd gone and challenged Tilda in a game she already mastered. He'd thought of everything—except that she wasn't a newbie!

Regret hit him like a punch in the gut.

"Fine, I lost. I admit it! Tell me what you want me to do." Harry looked ready to face his fate. A real man kept his word. Otherwise, he'd never be able to show himself around here again.

"Relax. I'm not gonna make you suffer. Today at the arcade, I just want you to play all kinds of games with me."

"… That's it?" Harry eyed Tilda suspiciously. He was worried there was a trap somewhere. If he wasn't careful, she'd outplay him so completely that there'd be nothing left of him.

"Yep. Even if I wanted to mess with you, what could you do? You're already the loser."

Harry was completely shut down. With his skills falling short, he could say nothing. All he could do was swallow his pride and admit defeat.

Tilda picked games she'd never played before. She played, took photos, and made notes. It wasn't just for Una's dream–Tilda loved gaming as well. In her previous life, she'd given up so much for the Jensons. She even thought about teaming up with Una if she never found her family. They could chase the dream together to become esports players. Or maybe she could design games, creating wild, fun stuff she loved.

Now, Tilda still didn't know what she wanted in the future. Besides working at Lab Seven in Cetherland with Dane, there were many things she wanted to try. She'd just take it slow, one step at a time.

Harry peeked at her notes. "Are you … thinking of designing games? Looking for ideas?"

Tilda didn't even glance up. "Maybe."

"You could ask Santiago. He designed 'Rogue Fighters'." Harry blurted it out and immediately regretted it. He wasn't even part of the Jensons. Why did he have to get dragged into that? What if Tilda got mad and took it out on him?

"My dear slave, I've told you that I'm done with the Jensons. What do you mean by saying that?" Tilda squinted, looking dangerous.

Harry immediately caved. "I just… slipped! Just forget the nonsense I said!"

"Then hurry up and explain the rules for this game."

"Yes, miss!"

Meanwhile, Santiago strolled into The Eighteenth Hell, hands in his pockets. The local thugs were stunned when they saw him and started whispering.

"Is that him? Are you sure?"

"Yes. Even though he hasn't been here in a month, there's no mistake–he's King's mentor!"

"Why's he here? Did King call him for revenge?"

"It could be. King was unbeatable here, but he lost to a girl and now he's her slave. There's no way his mentor would just let that go."