The immense magic power condensed in the tower had summoned the floor administrators into existence. Some like Medea, Eirene, and Heimdall used to be mythical heroes while I had created the others like Luke and Simad.

Mythical hero or not, they all had their own obsessions and desires with a self-consciousness far greater than any human. They helped or hindered players from climbing the tower for their own reasons.

Administrators also valued TP.

“Raise.”

Medea threw an additional 5000 TP on the table.

“Call.”

I placed down 5000 TP as well.

“Hmm.”

Medea rested her chin on one hand while keeping a poker face.

We played without any complicated rules like the high-low rule. Just the traditional Texas hold’em where the player with more guts and better luck won.

Surprisingly, we started evenly matched. I didn’t receive anything better than two pairs and I often had the worse hand. I panicked a little thinking the administrators might be scheming against me.

However, the economies of scale and the law of large numbers finally played their part. Over time, I gained the upper hand as the rounds progressed.

“…”

My opponents included Simad (the 7th floor administrator), Cadmus (the 5th floor administrator), and Medea (the 3rd floor administrator). Half of their money on the table now became mine with only Medea left.

“How much did you win from me?” Medea casually asked. I won quite the sum after 2 hours, at least 100,000. Medea had abandoned her formalities and addressed me casually now.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe 130,000-140,000?”

“…”

Medea silently bit her lip. Then she threw a golden...