Chapter 12: Oil paintings

Moses brought a painting by an Argentinean painter named Moom, who has been dead for many years and is said to have specialized in "begonias."

Allen was sure that he was the only one on the scene who could see the golden light on the painting, and as Moses prepared to place the painting in the betting area, Allen snatched it up first.

"I'll put it on." Allen smiled at Moses and took the oil painting toward the betting area.

'Why do I feel that my eyes are a little hungry?' Just as Allen was wondering, the golden light from the oil painting surged towards his eyes.

It was like two golden streams flowing into Allen's eyes, and his eyes produced a calm and soothing sensation, as refreshing as taking a big sip of ice cola on a hot summer day.

At the same time, a picture appears in Allen's mind.

'Where am I? Who are you? Why can't I move?' Allen was surprised to find himself in the middle of a quaint drawing room. In front of him was a strange man, and the bad thing was that he was using a paintbrush, intending to draw something on his face.

'Damn, he can't hear me?' Allen realized that his voice could not travel or even move his body.

In this way, Allen spent several days under the man's brush until he was lifted and saw, through the reflection on the window, that he had been transformed into a painting!

It's the begonias!

'Could it be that my soul is attached to this painting?' Allen guessed up.

Over the next few days, 'Allen' was sold through the hands of multiple collectors, and after spending an unknown amount of time, he was finally sold at an auction house for thirty million dollars.

The long hours he had numbed Allen's spirit until he saw Moses. He was hung on the wall of Moses’ bedroom, where he saw Moses’ daily routine and, of course, her naked body.

It is a complexion like milk, with delicate skin like a peeled egg. Two breasts not as big as Dobbin's, but just as much cleavage could be squeezed out, as well as her shapely buttocks enough to outshine most of the Vimeo models.

Moses, with his perfect body, was tired. Allen wanted to praise Moses' body but couldn't because he was a painter.

It wasn't until many days after Allen hung in Moses' bedroom that a new painting Replaced him.

'Women will always love new things, just like the fashions and makeup in their closets.' Allen spat, being packed into a unique bag by Moses and brought into this party.

The long journey through time is over once Allen sees him and Jerome through the lens of the painting.

"Hey, do you have a fetish? Or do you have a special affinity for Moses' stuff? You've been looking at it for minutes!" Henry spat towards Allen.

Allen's returning consciousness heard Henry's words, especially as Jerome and Moses looked at him with odd faces.

Allen would have been embarrassed in the past, but time travel numbed his emotions a bit, and it took a lot of deep breathing to raise his spirits.

Realizing that the golden light on the painting had been 'eaten up' by all of his eyes, Allen placed the painting in the betting area and walked over to the table to place his bet.

The dice cup began to shake violently, Henry's eyes locked on the dice cup in the dealer's hand, and Allen almost thought the other man had some unique ability as well. Still, he sneered inwardly when he saw Henry's fists clenched from nervousness.

''No matter how well you play the game, you can't compare to an open player.'' Allen mockingly laughed, and when the dice cup landed, Allen immediately pressed his bet on 10 points.

After Allen placed his bet, he looked at Henry, surprised to see relief on his opponent's face.

'Why does he have this expression? Could he also see the points in the dice cup?' Allen suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Suddenly Allen's eyes glanced out of the corner of his eye at the dealer and realized that he nodded his head slightly, and then the dice in the craps cup surprisingly jumped up to become three sixes.

''Damn, these assholes are cheating!'' Allen immediately understood. He had already used his perspective eyes to see clearly that there was a controller underneath the Lotter's feet.

Allen looked at Henry grimly, and the guy gave him a provocative look.

"You're all losers!" Henry said in a tiny, small voice.

Allen especially hated Henry's character, which upset him so much that his heart beat like crazy.

'What should I do? Should I expose Henry for cheating? But how can I explain why I can see the small movements of the lottery? Wait, it seems like I'm cheating too.'' Allen stared at the dice cup, pondering in his mind.

People around him began to place their bets in droves, and Allen's heart grew anxious as he stared at the dice, surprisingly expecting them to move.