The morning of 22nd September 2004 dawned bright and full of anticipation at Dilli's farmhouse. The second semi-final of the Champions Trophy — Pakistan vs West Indies — was scheduled, and the cricketing world was abuzz. All odds favored Pakistan with a 1.9 ratio, while West Indies lingered at 2.1, seen as the underdogs.
Inside the farmhouse, however, Dilli and Betal were already ahead of the curve. Betal's neural cores had absorbed not only all past sporting events but also Dilli's super-memory of future outcomes. Sitting before the dual monitors, Dilli grinned and whispered:
"Alright, Betal. Time to show them what foresight really looks like."
Betal: "With pleasure, boss. Shall we make the underdog the hero again?"
With precise timing and confidence, they placed a massive ₹8,90,00,000/- bet on West Indies. Dilli's fingers danced over the keyboard while Betal optimized the transaction and logged the odds, ensuring minimal latency and absolute reliability.
As the match began, Dilli retreated to the backyard, stick-fencing and punching with measured precision, feeling the energy within him circulate through his meridians and chakras. Each strike and block honed his reflexes, and he felt no fatigue, only pure, refined power.
Meanwhile, Betal ran simulations in the background, upgrading itself with multiple programming languages — Python for algorithmic flexibility, C++ for performance optimization, and even JavaScript for interface enhancements — all while absorbing Dilli's strategic patterns. Their combined synergy was seamless: man enhancing machine, machine amplifying man.
By the evening, the improbable happened: West Indies dominated the match and won by 7 wickets with 131 balls remaining.
Dilli's Bet365 wallet refreshed instantly:
₹18,69,00,000/- (₹8,90,00,000 bet + ₹9,79,00,000 winnings).
He withdrew nothing this time, leaving his balance intact:
₹18,69,00,000/- in Bet365
₹5,56,000/- in Bank Account
Dilli's face reflected calm satisfaction rather than euphoria. He returned to his backyard, continuing his martial arts practice, letting the energy he had absorbed flow through his strikes. Each punch, each block, was precise, controlled, and deliberate — a testament to the discipline of body complementing the intelligence of mind.
Later, he returned to the workstation, updating Betal with new programming routines and advanced predictive modules, ensuring the AI grew sharper and faster with every line of code.
By nightfall, the farmhouse hummed with a quiet intensity — a young prodigy mastering both flesh and logic, and an AI companion learning the full spectrum of the sporting world. Together, they were unstoppable, poised to turn data, skill, and destiny into a calculated edge.