Chapter 2: The Seven of Hearts
1252 Words
[November 23rd, 10:47 PM — Alley No. 7, Tianqiao Road, South District, Tarin City]
After making his wish, a precise time and location appeared in Chen Qi’s mind, accompanied by a detailed map.
“This is it?”
He looked utterly confused. He had expected the die to display some awe-inspiring power.
Just this?
But given how magical the die had already proven to be, he was sure there was more to it than met the eye.
November 23rd—that was tomorrow. It perfectly matched the condition of “within two days.”
All he could do now was wait.
The autumn rain fell relentlessly for an entire day and night.
Chen Qi stayed obediently in his rental room, avoiding any chance of an “accidental mishap.”
At 7:35 PM on the 23rd, the rain finally stopped. He stepped out and made his way to the destination.
By 10:30 PM, he arrived at a small restaurant just 500 meters from his target location.
While not part of the slums, the area had clearly become a playground for gangs.
Drunken thugs and biker punks were everywhere.
“This kind of place? Really?”
Chen Qi found it hard to associate this dirty, chaotic street with becoming a billionaire.
Still, trusting in the bronze die, he continued forward as planned.
At 10:40 PM, he reached the sixth alley.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire rang out from a distance—growing faster, louder, and nearer.
His heart trembled briefly, but he quickly regained his composure. There was no turning back.
“Damn it! Where’d that bastard run off to? Keep chasing!”
“He killed so many of us—and even sliced off the boss’s nose! He’s not getting away!”
A group of g**g members, reeking of blood and armed to the teeth, stormed past Chen Qi’s hiding spot.
He curled up in a dark corner, not daring to breathe.
“Damn it... is this going to ruin everything?”
They were barely 20 meters away. Had it not been for the moonless night and the alley’s pitch blackness, they would have spotted him instantly.
If they decided to search the area, he’d have nowhere to run.
But Chen Qi soon realized these guys were all bark and no bite. They didn’t dare step into the alley’s darkness.
Their aggressive shouts were nothing but a bluff.
“Whoever they’re after must be pretty terrifying,” Chen Qi deduced.
Sure enough, the group soon left, chasing down the well-lit main road.
At 10:46 PM, Chen Qi arrived at the exact spot.
It was completely empty—not a person, not even a stray cat in sight.
“20, 19, 18...”
His nerves peaked as he counted down the final seconds.
Bang!
At exactly 10:47 PM, just as his heart thumped once more, a figure crashed to the ground at the alley’s entrance.
“It’s him—Jomoya Chris!”
Maybe it was the time he had spent adjusting to the dark, but even from a distance, Chen Qi recognized the figure instantly.
Jomoya Chris, 32 years old, founder of the Chris Group in just five years. A prominent young entrepreneur of Tarin City, and a well-known playboy.
Chen Qi had practically memorized his bio these past two days.
But why would a billionaire show up here—severely wounded?
“No way... am I supposed to save him, and then he’ll give me his company out of gratitude?”
The idea popped into his head involuntarily.
“Cough... cough...”
“Help me... take me to a hospital... I’ll give you three million...”
Jomoya Chris forced out his last breath and spoke weakly.
Today had been a nightmare. He had only set out to punish another “ordinary mortal” who had dared offend him—just like he always did. But this time, it had backfired. A bullet had struck him in the heart.
And yet, fate seemed to favor him once again.
That stunned bystander in the alley—he was Chris’s only hope.
“Three million?”
Chen Qi froze for a moment. This wasn’t going the way he had imagined.
“If you're afraid of trouble, just stop the bleeding. I’ll have someone come get me.”
“As payment, I’m wearing an Opal Star diamond watch worth five million. You can have it.”
“And if I die here... the police will find traces of you at the scene.”
“Trust me—someone like me dies, and they’ll need a scapegoat. You’ll be the perfect one.”
Seeing Chen Qi unmoved, Jomoya upped the stakes.
In his mind, he had covered all angles—whether the man was motivated by greed or morality, he shouldn’t be able to refuse.
And for a second, he was right. Chen Qi raised his foot, ready to move.
But the next moment, he slowly lowered it again.
“Huh...?”
Spurt!
Jomoya’s emotions surged with the sudden shift. The wound in his heart tore open once more, and he lost control of his breath.
“You... you...”
His eyes filled with venom. He thought Chen Qi was playing with him.
“It’s not what you think. I’m not here to rob or kill anyone.”
“There’s just a logical problem I need to figure out.”
Chen Qi’s face was grave. And strangely enough, Jomoya could tell—he was telling the truth.
What the hell was going on?
“I made a wish. The bronze die is supposed to make it happen. And it only gave me a location.”
“So as long as I showed up at the right place, at the right time, the wish should come true.”
“But if I help Jomoya now... First, he clearly never planned to give me his company. Even if he promised, whether he’d follow through is totally up to him.”
“Wouldn’t that mean my wish hinges on Jomoya’s decision? That clearly goes against the logic of the bronze die.”
“So the truth must be: Jomoya is irrelevant. Whether or not I become the head of his company has nothing to do with his will.”
“It’s a weird conclusion... but I’m certain it’s right.”
As the fog cleared in his mind, Chen Qi stood still—unmoved, no matter how much Jomoya pleaded or threatened.
“Why? Just one step—ten centimeters—and I could reach your heart...”
“I... I’m not willing!”
Those were Jomoya Chris’s final words, his eyes filled with confusion and fury.
Flash!
The moment he died, a ball of violet light separated from his body.
At the same time, his corpse underwent a radical transformation—it became an entirely different person.
The once dashing, tall, golden-haired Jomoya was now a scruffy, short, greasy-haired middle-aged man who looked like a homeless drunk.
“What... the hell?”
The bizarre transformation shocked Chen Qi to his core. It defied logic.
But even stranger was the violet light—it condensed into a playing card, spinning above the corpse.
The moment the card appeared, Chen Qi instinctively knew:
His wish had been granted.
Step by step, he approached the floating card.
It spun continuously. The front showed the Seven of Hearts. The back bore the name “Jomoya.”
Just as the card began flickering and was about to vanish—
Chen Qi reached out and grabbed it.
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