Wish Canister (after battle)

Ya… tarned little roaches…

Who the hell do ya work for…? Haven't you done enuff...? 'Bout time... ya spit it out...

We…

... are from Limbus Company.

Finally. One less millstone 'round the neck.

That doesn't... help at all...! The hell is "Limbus Company" supposed to be...?!

Oh, just for your reference - Effie and I work in a different department. Please don't lump us in with these people.

……

Beaten in more ways than one, the man finally collapsed on the ground - the sheer frustration at our aversion to communicating normally must've contributed to his fainting spell, too.

My condolences to whatever remained of the poor fellow's patience.

Do we seriously have to wear these clothes, though? Stuff reeks of sweat and blood and... ugh, just gross.

Rodya held up a shirt stripped from a Tingtang member with just two fingers as though she were handling a particularly repulsive piece of garbage.

Yuck, there's hair on it, too... First time I've ever been jealous of Dante not having eyes.

<My vision's working fine, you know...>

The material looks... pretty quality, actually. Guess business was better than I thought.

I want that. Hand it over.

I-I can't. It's tailor-made.

<… The label here says "Fits all sizes.">

Catching my gaze lingering on the label, Effie snapped:

Ngh... W-we wouldn't be doing any of this if you hadn't caused that mess in the pawnshop to begin with!

I don't mind. I've always wanted to try on clothes like these. It's like we're filming a movie.

To be honest, I'm a little nervous. It's been a while since I've worked in disguise.

I don't feel like it. This is some wimpy crap.

Sorry, but can someone please keep her mouth shut?

*scoff* You're welcome to try so long as you don't mind getting sliced up all the way past the ribs.

Gregor's calm riposte drew a round of muffled laughter from the Sinners.

For a moment, Effie and Saude hesitated, unsure how to take the quip...

Until they moved on, probably because they decided it wasn't worth mulling over. Effie then raised a small container that seemed to be inlaid with mother-of-pearl.

… This is a Wish Canister we seized from the Tingtang Gang's boss.

Manager, here's a simple role you can play.

<What role...?>

Judging by your confused gestures, I suppose you're in need of some explanation.

The long and short of it is that this thing contains J Corp's Singularity. It's a tool that siphons people's "wishes" and stores them as energy.

And when the time comes to make use of it, you press that Wishpower onto paper, and voilà! You get a single-use sticker tattoo that boosts your luck high enough to touch the sky!

Looks like Tingtang Gang's plan was to win the game on the top floor by scraping luck from other people… Hard to believe a small-time gang boss managed to get his hands on one of these.

Manager… Dante, right? Okay, before we head inside... I want you to hold on to this.

<You sure you want to entrust me with something that important?>

You're not exactly radiating confidence, sure, but we do have our reasons for assigning you to this task.

First off, keeping a poker face is essential at any gambling table.

No matter how good they are at reading expressions, they can't read emotional cues off a clock.

<……>

Secondly, I do believe there's a reason you were chosen as manager.

Call it a hunch, but something tells me you'll be more useful than those Sinners you lead.

Come to think of it... he wasn't wrong.

I was given the title of manager, but never had a chance to be the charismatic leader I'd envisioned. Instead, I was mocked, threatened, and ignored by the very same Sinners I was supposed to supervise.

The only real role I was able to carry out so far was to bring them back to life.

Whenever the Sinners fought our enemies, sweating and bleeding, all I could do was cower behind them and pray that their heads and hearts would remain intact just so I wouldn't have to go through the pain of reviving them.

With a heavy heart, I nodded to let Effie know I was ready.

Alright. Now put this on your arm. With this, you can become the luckiest person in the City for a short while.

As for the rest of you, you'll act as Tingtangers, and we'll be the croupiers. Good luck and break a leg!

Vowing to see this mission through no matter what,

we pushed open the door leading into the casino.