Chapter 61
Soon, Shaer was taken to the lounge on the first floor. She borrowed a pen and paper from the guide and wrote directly in Ansu language.
【Borrow £5,000 from Aivina, then observe the Death Roulette.】
After finishing, she looked up at the guide and smiled, saying, “Hello, I’d like to rest here for a bit. Could you please step outside and ensure no one disturbs me?”
“Of course, ma’am.”
Once the guide left the lounge and closed the door, Shaer sat on the sofa and slowly closed her eyes.
“Tomorrow, No. 0.”
A blinding light engulfed her.
**Chapter Sixty-Three: The Abyss of Gambling—Goddess of Luck, Shaer.**
**[Tomorrow]**
**[June 20, 741 AD, 9:05 AM]**
**[Countdown - 23:59:59]**
“Shoot! Just shoot!”
“Don’t be a coward! It’s a fifty-fifty chance! Either live or die!”
“Ahhh!”
The noise of the crowd slowly brought Shaer back to her senses.
Around her, people were flushed with excitement, staring at the glass chamber on the high platform.
Inside, a short man trembled as he raised a gun, aiming at a large figure in front of him.
“Damn it!!!”
The short man roared and suddenly pulled the trigger.
Bang—!
With the gunshot, a layer of yellow, white, and red paint splattered across the back of the glass chamber, slowly trickling down.
“Winner! ‘The Short Guy’!”
The dealer approached the short man, lifting his gun-wielding hand. The short man was already in tears, barely standing with the dealer’s support.
“You’ve won all the chips, along with a special reward from Dutton Manor. Your debts are cleared… Do you wish to continue? If you defend your title, the prize will only get bigger!”
The dealer asked the short man.
“I’m done… I’m done!”
The short man pulled his hand away from the dealer’s grasp, scrambling to gather the blood-stained chips into a bag.
“Please wait a moment while we clean the area.”
The dealer bowed slightly to the crowd, smiling, “You may go ahead and redeem your tickets.”
The crowd that had gathered dispersed, and Shaer raised her hand, holding up her casino notebook to read.
【I’ve borrowed the money, but Aivina seems a bit worried, fearing I’ve fallen into the casino trap. Others have been following me, and I’ve already exchanged my chips, which are in my handbag.】
【I’ve been watching the Death Roulette stage for a long time. Most people only play three rounds at most, and the area is only cleaned after the champion stops playing.】
【As I expected, I can know the outcome before the gun is fired, but I can only find out one second before the shot. I can’t buy tickets in advance to bet on who will win or lose.】
【Almost everyone chooses three live rounds and two blanks; it’s the strategy with the highest success rate. Even with just two blanks, three live rounds to the head will likely incapacitate the opponent unless they have special protection.】
【However, with four blanks, I just need to shoot the live round at the opponent. Whether they live or die, I win, so it doesn’t matter.】
【Once the area is cleaned, they will start gathering people again, and I can use my maximum chips to gain the upper hand.】
Feeling the weight of the handbag, Shaer tore the written characters into pieces and stuffed them into her pocket.
“Shaer, are you okay?”
Aivina’s voice came from beside her. Shaer turned to see Aivina looking at her with concern.
“This place isn’t fun at all… Let’s go, let’s get something else.”
Adele had also shrunk behind Shaer, too scared to look at the bloody scenes on stage.
When Shaer glanced back at Adele, she noticed that the gamblers who had lost to her in the gaming room were occasionally glancing her way.
It seemed they were planning to see what she would bet on, ready to redeem themselves at her table.
At that moment, the gas lamps in the corners of the glass chamber lit up, drawing everyone’s attention once more.
It was about to begin.
With her left hand holding the handbag, Shaer took a step forward, but Aivina grabbed her hand.
“Shaer, what are you planning to do?”
Aivina asked, “If you need money for something, I can still lend you some.”
Shaer raised her right hand, gently pushing Aivina’s hand away.
“Don’t worry, Aivina.”
Her voice, muffled by the mask, softened slightly. “I have information that guarantees victory.”
Information that guarantees victory?
When did she get that? I’ve been following her all along.
Aivina had caught a glimpse of what Shaer was writing; it was just a simple record of what she was doing and seeing, like a diary.
“Aivina… what’s wrong with Shaer?”
Adele stared at Shaer as she walked toward the high platform, a bit dumbfounded.
If she remembered correctly… Shaer didn’t have any extraordinary abilities, right?
Adele’s heart raced alongside Aivina’s.
Shaer climbed the steps to the front of the glass chamber, opened the door, and sat down in the right position.
“Alright! We welcome our first contestant! Please place your chips after the curtain falls!”
The dealer spread his arms wide as a massive red curtain slowly descended from above.
Shaer took out her handbag, and a small storage box popped up on the table. She poured all 8,000 chips into it.
“Good!”
Seeing Shaer finish pouring in the chips, the dealer shouted.
“Start!”
“Is there anyone who wishes to challenge this ‘young lady’?”
After the dealer spoke, he looked back at Shaer and smiled, “Ma’am, please remove your mask. Such obvious cheating is not allowed~”
The dealer’s words drew laughter from the gamblers below. Under their watchful eyes, Shaer slowly lifted her mask.
Shaer sat straight at the gambling table, but outside the glass chamber, there was a silence that lasted at least two seconds.
“Is there anyone else?”
The dealer shouted, “Win three times in a row, and you can clear your debts. After this week, it might not be so easy to find such matches~!”
“Damn it, I’ll do it!”
A gambler who had just lost £50 gritted his teeth and stepped up the stairs. By now, many others were eyeing the young lady in the glass chamber, their gazes hungry like wolves spotting fresh meat.
This beautiful young lady must be wealthy; why didn’t I go up to bet against her?
“Alright! A new contestant has arrived! Please take a seat! Place your chips in the box!”
The dealer smiled at the newcomer.
“Ha, what’s the harm in letting you go first?”
The man knew his chips couldn’t possibly compete with the young lady’s, so he directly shoved £50 into the box in front of him.
This was his last £50. He had two reasons for coming up—one was to make a desperate comeback, and the other was to redeem his earlier humiliation.
“Oh?”
The dealer looked at the chips the gambler had placed, glanced at Shaer, and said, “Miss, you can refuse his participation at this table with that amount of chips.”
Refuse? Has her chip count surpassed mine by at least tenfold?
“Let him come.”
Shaer shook her head.
She didn’t care how many chips the opponent had; what she wanted was the upper hand.
And battling against this gambler was clearly the easiest way to gain that advantage.
If she replaced him with someone else who also wanted to cheat, and they threw in chips to the limit, Shaer would have to roll dice to determine who goes first.
Rolling dice was not Shaer’s strong suit.
“Alright, since you say so, let’s… place your bets, everyone!”
“Here are the chips for both sides!”
The dealer raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
Eight banners fell from above, each displaying the chip amounts written in red dye.
“Baldy”—£50!!!
“Girl”—£8,000!!!
As soon as the £8,000 banner appeared, nearly everyone in the room widened their eyes.
Am I… seeing things?
Is this real?
£8,000?!
The limit?!
The gamblers who had felt a twinge of regret just moments ago now had bloodshot eyes, wishing they had been the ones to step up while everyone else was stunned.
“Damn! Eight thousand!”
“Crap! That guy’s getting a steal! If he wins this, doesn’t he just complete the ‘Gambler’ potion?!”
“Fifty to win eight thousand, damn…”
“Is anyone going to place a bet?”
The dealer inquired from the stage.
Now, nearly everyone in the audience shifted to the left to buy tickets.
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