Su Hong sat on the sofa inside his cell, fiddling with two Spirit Cards in his left hand while massaging his forehead with his right.

Creating Spirit Card Cinema had become effortless for him. In Su Hong’s view, selling them in sets made more sense—so these two new Spirit Cards covered episodes 1 to 3 and episodes 4 to 6 respectively.

But none of that really mattered. What truly troubled him was the lack of rest.

By day, everyone bustled around his cell. By night, he could always feel the casino boss’s gaze from the next cell.

Watching guards once again organize prisoners to clean near his door, Su Hong finally snapped. “Why do you keep staring at me all night instead of sleeping? Looking for a fight?”

Prisoners and guards froze, casting uneasy glances at the casino boss.

Though no secret, no one knew his true intent. If he attacked Su Hong, they had to subdue him before Su Hong lost his temper—or his wrath would endanger them all.

Yet the casino boss looked deeply honored, bowing hastily.

“I noticed you tossing and turning, troubled. Should you need anything, I wished to assist immediately.”

Relieved, prisoners and guards subtly flashed him a thumbs-up.

Su Hong rubbed his temples in distress, waving his hands. “No, no! I can’t sleep *because* you’re staring! What do you even want?”

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the casino boss’s expression turned solemn. His fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly—guards and prisoners tensed, nearly lunging to restrain him multiple times.

But he made no move. Only sighed, shaking his head.

“Lord Su Hong… I truly don’t understand. Why go to such lengths?”

Su Hong blinked in surprise. Guards shot the boss sharp warning looks.

Su Hong hadn’t expected such a question—but it wasn’t hard to answer. They’d never believe in something as absurd as “luck” anyway.

With a bitter smile and deep breath, he leaned back. “Because this world is full of malice. This is just my humble stubbornness… my struggle.”

Guards and prisoners looked confused. Only the casino boss’s pupils widened sharply, eyes reddening, tears welling fast.

Su Hong felt deeply unsettled. *What’s wrong with him? He doesn’t even grasp how luck torments me—why does he look more pained than I am?!*

“Lord Su Hong! You are the greatest saint in the world!”

As Su Hong stood dumbfounded, the casino boss turned to the crowd, voice cracking.

“Don’t you see?! Lord Su Hong only lost his temper twice—punching through the wall, retrieving Lia! Even then, he never targeted anyone! He often asks to remove the sofa and snacks—doesn’t that show he never meant to torment us?!”

Tears streamed down his face. Mid-speech, he sniffed loudly and flicked snot toward the cell bars.

“Despite his terrifying power, genius, wisdom—even after enduring tragedies that stole his memories—he stays to guide us! To lead us to repent and reform!”

Silence filled the prison. Only the casino boss’s hoarse shouts broke it, raw and desperate.

“Lord Su Hong said it: this world is malice! Isn’t this prison its heart? He chose imprisonment to awaken us! Battered and bruised, he fights to change hearts—yet we refuse repentance?! Think of our sins! Standing before such a saint… don’t you feel shame?!”

No, that’s not what I meant! I didn’t! (っﾟДﾟ)っ!!

Su Hong wanted to shout—but prisoners sobbed with red-rimmed eyes. Even guards pursed their lips, heads bowed.

“…”

Su Hong pressed his brow, head throbbing as if swollen three sizes.

Just then, the warden entered with Lia.

“Wonderful, Lia. If you can persuade Su Hong to leave—”

He trailed off, noticing Lia’s strange expression.

Following her gaze: guards and prisoners huddled outside Su Hong’s cell… all covering their faces, weeping uncontrollably.

“W-what on earth is happening now?!” the warden stammered, scratching his head in confusion.