God Of The Omniverse

King's Street, one of the many hotspots for gamblers within the city of Las Vegas. Lavish gentlemen's clubs, luxurious restaurants, lodgings, and, of course, casinos were all present. The heart of the location was where Arias was headed.

After getting out of the cab, he inhaled deeply to clear his head and prepare for the next step in his plan. He looked across the street at a casino where people of all kinds were arriving in opulent vehicles. Before crossing the road to head there, he took a detour, tossing his suitcase into one of the bins in the back alleys of the restaurant building he was in front of.

After that, he doused himself in cologne before tossing the bottle as well, and then he was ready. Despite not arriving in a car like many of the others, the fact that he was seen crossing the road, coming from the direction of a luxurious restaurant, simply made one think that he parked elsewhere, thus he had no trouble gaining entry.

Inside, he converted two million dollars from the five million he had into chips and began looking for a table to bet, focusing only on two games: blackjack and poker. 

Many casinos had improved detection methods in a world where superhumans existed to prevent losing money by falling prey to their powers. Of course, it was easier said than done because magic also existed alongside them, making the casino industry much less popular because it was so risky. The few large casinos that were still open, however, had safeguards in place for all of these scenarios, including purchasing magical artifacts to reveal magic's uses, hiring meta and other individuals with special abilities as employees, and so on.

Arias was able to enter without being stopped by a member of the staff, proving that they had not noticed anything unusual about him.

*'Infinity? Others can't detect or sense that I'm not normal?'*

When Arias finally found a seat at a poker table and no staff members had approached him, he began to wonder aloud in his head.

*'No, three-dimensional creatures cannot see through the abyss. Only your physical form exists to them. Even if they were to witness you openly manifesting power, your physical form would still show you as nothing more than what you were when you became one with the abyss.'*

*'Only a tenth-dimensional entity can hope to peer into the abyss because beyond the tenth lies nothing yet everything. However, the highest plane of existence in this multiverse is the sixth; above that, no energies have yet formed consciousness.'*

*'But what if something exists beyond you… rather beyond us?'* Arias asked.

*'The infinite is everything, Arias. Although… the reason three-dimensional beings and the like cannot perceive us is that they exist in a plane that cannot see, comprehend, or imagine the reality of another dimension. If another dimension does exist, then in theory, we cannot hope to comprehend it.'*

Arias was going to ask more about the fascinating subject when the dealer showed up and started dealing cards. And so the phase of gambling began…

…

Days went by during which Arias consistently visited the same casino, where he lost and won money. He took this approach because, in the end, he intended to leave with a profit and didn't want to raise any questions about himself.

He lost all two million on the first day, then came back and lost an additional two million on the second. On the third, he made five million from one million. He lost two million on the fourth day. He gambled everything on the fifth day and won $10 million. He won $6 million on the sixth day and kept betting until he lost $7 million and decided to stop.

His profit came to a total of $8 million after deducting the initial $5 million he had. Of course, he had the opportunity to earn significantly more money than others that week. But since his strategy only called for him to secure an additional $5 million, he just needed a modest amount to blend in.

In the end, no special attention was given to him, despite being a wanted man still in Gotham. This was due to the casino's strict client privacy policies; after all, it wouldn't care if the revenues were from a law-abiding citizen or a criminal. In the end, they could just claim that they had no knowledge that the person was a criminal in the first place. Such occurrences were common in numerous institutions, including hotels and banks.

Because of this, he did something peculiar at the end of the sixth day, right after collecting his winnings. He had paid one of the girls who would frequently be at his side during games to call Gotham police and report him the next day at 9 in the morning, claiming that she realized the man she was escorting around was wanted for attempted murder, among other things.

She thought this was strange and initially refused, insisting she loved him and didn't want him to go to jail. This was an obvious ploy from her because she saw that Arias was, at the very least, a multimillionaire.

Many of these women were unconcerned with a man's goodness, badness, or attractiveness, though favorable traits were preferred. Women like that would want to be Arias's mistress or woman even if he was a criminal if it meant leading a wealthy and exciting life. After all, women could always leave the said man if things became bad or, if they were lucky, become wealthy widows.

Even after eventually getting her to agree, his last thoughts about her were only negative.

*"She'll need to face an unpleasant accident once the plan is over."*

The last thing he wanted was mouthy loose ends, after all.