Chapter 62
The odds for this bet were determined by the difference in chips on the table. Betting on the right side, no matter how much money you put in, you could only earn a little.
However, if you bet on the left side, the odds had already peaked at 10:1—this was the highest odds offered by the dealer at De Dun Manor.
A ten-pound bet could potentially win back a hundred pounds, with low risk and quite a pleasing reward.
At that moment, Aivina and Adele, watching from the sidelines, felt a tightness in their chests as they looked at Shaer on stage.
What exactly does Shaer want to do?
Aivina slightly turned her head and exchanged a glance with Nia, the "Crown Guard," but Nia shook her head slightly.
Her task was to ensure Aivina's safety. If she rushed in to save Shaer when danger struck, she might succeed, but it would also put Aivina in jeopardy, possibly leading to a bounty being placed on them by De Dun Manor.
For Nia, there was no reason to save Shaer; her priority was to keep an eye on Aivina and prevent her from making any dangerous moves.
Meanwhile, the bald man sitting opposite Shaer stared, dumbfounded, at the long banner being slowly raised outside the glass window.
800...
This was the maximum price for the Death Roulette...
This amount was enough for him to secure all the potions from "Gambler" levels one to three within De Dun Manor!
His heart raced, and his face flushed with excitement as he turned to the girl in front of him, a strange smile creeping onto his lips.
"Don't blame me... If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for stepping up here... Dealer!"
"Alright, then the game officially begins."
The dealer elegantly pulled out a black revolver from behind, its chamber obscured by a blurry honeycomb pattern, making it impossible to tell from the outside whether it was loaded.
"There are a total of five bullets, Miss 'Girl,'" the dealer said, standing beside Shaer. "How many would you like?"
Shaer took a deep breath.
Despite the cleaning, the gambling table and the dealer still exuded a strong metallic scent of blood, making her feel as if two thin iron pipes had been inserted into her lungs, each breath a torment.
"Four blanks, one live round," Shaer replied.
"Uh... what?"
The dealer paused, the elegance and professionalism he had just displayed vanished in an instant, as if he were uncertain about what he had just heard.
"Four blanks, one live round," Shaer repeated.
"Miss has chosen! Four blanks! One live!"
The dealer raised the revolver and shouted to the crowd, "Guaranteed bullet!"
His words sent gasps through the audience, stirring them into a frenzy.
Many who hadn’t placed bets rushed over to the bald man’s side, buying tickets for him to win.
A 40% expected probability of a tenfold return was enough to entice any gambler.
After all, this wasn’t a real-time odds situation; it was a fixed odds set by De Dun Manor. As long as the bald man won, all the gamblers would profit.
Conversely, if the girl kept winning, it would mean the house was raking it in.
De Dun Manor was likely to be in for a loss.
But as soon as someone achieved three consecutive wins, the casino would close the fixed odds and switch to floating odds, taking a 1% service fee to prevent losses, allowing both sides to hedge against each other.
Everyone was filled with the hope of a big win, their eyes fixed on the girl above.
Die... die... die...
Shaer watched as the dealer loaded four blanks and one live round into the chamber, then snapped it shut, spinning the chamber with a flick of his thumb, the chamber clicking back into place with precision.
He pulled back the hammer and handed the revolver to Shaer, saying, "Miss, please."
Shaer weighed the revolver in her hand.
Compared to the old revolver she had snatched from Solari, this one was clearly heavier and nearly a third larger, with an unknown special function added.
She glanced at the gamblers outside the glass door, seeing their expressions of excitement and hope, as well as the worry etched on Aivina and Adele's faces.
Though the sounds from outside didn’t reach her, it was clear that the atmosphere had been ignited.
She raised the revolver, aiming it at herself.
The dark muzzle revealed nothing, only the faint scent of gunpowder lingering at the tip of Shaer’s nose.
With her finger curled around the trigger, she slowly applied pressure.
Nothing happened.
Click—
The hammer struck the blank, producing a crisp sound, with no gunpowder igniting.
It was a blank.
Shaer pulled back the hammer again, her finger resting on the trigger, applying pressure once more.
Nothing happened.
Click—
"Another blank! The 'Girl' has fired two blanks! At this point, should she aim at her opponent and let them make this two-choice decision?!"
Click—
Another trigger pull, and once again, the bullet was a blank.
"Still aimed at herself! The next bullet has lost all previous probabilities, leaving only a fifty-fifty choice! Is it aimed at herself or at the 'Baldy'?!"
The dealer's voice rose, aware that they had reached the boiling point of this deadly roulette showdown.
The bald man sitting across from Shaer was sweating profusely, his eyes fixed on her, hoping she would hand the gun over to him.
Damn it... how did this crazy person choose one live round?
Even he couldn’t withstand the impact of one live round.
If she aimed for his head, he was basically done for.
Under the bald man's gaze, Shaer did not turn the gun but continued to aim it at herself.
Yes... just like this... exactly like this...
"Hit!"
"Die!"
"Hurry!!!"
The gamblers below were even more anxious than the bald man, clutching their tickets and shouting at the glass room above, eagerly anticipating the scene they imagined.
The girl slowly squeezed the trigger.
Click—
The fourth bullet.
It was a blank.
Four consecutive blanks made the black revolver in the girl’s hand glow with a shimmering blue light, even the gun itself vibrating.
She slowly turned the gun to aim at the bald man, pressing down the hammer.
"Don't kill me... please! Don't shoot! I give up! I admit..."
Her index finger pulled the trigger, whispering softly.
A fiery serpent burst forth from the black barrel, the bullet, glowing with a blue aura, pierced through the bald gambler's head.
Bang—
The tremendous force sent the bald man crashing against the glass wall behind him, his body sliding down the surface, leaving a bloody streak before collapsing to the ground, brain matter and blood oozing from the gaping hole in the back of his head, like a bowl of spilled red tofu pudding.
The unexpected outcome stunned everyone.
"The winner! 'Girl'!!!"
Four banners fell from above, and beneath the banner of "Girl," the numbers were updated.
"Girl"—8050.
Eight thousand and fifty pounds!
The bald man's death only caused a momentary hesitation among the crowd, but soon after, several people surged toward the glass room's entrance.
"I'll go! Let me be next!"
"I'm next!"
"Get lost! I was here first!"
The gamblers outside the glass room began to argue, while Shaer simply sat calmly, waiting for the next challenger to arrive.
"What should we do, Aivina? Should we go and talk Shaer out of this?"
Adele whispered, shrinking behind Aivina.
"No need."
Aivina gently shook her head, watching the girl sitting quietly, her worries gradually dissipating.
Shaer... wasn’t deceiving herself...
It seemed she really knew some important information...
"Wait for me."
Aivina stepped forward, walking directly to the ticket booth on the right side, pulling out ten golden chips from her waist pouch.
Each golden chip represented a value of 1000 pounds, and only special VIPs could exchange for them.
"Would you like to bet on the 'Girl' winning this round?"
The ticket seller stared at the ten golden chips, stammering, "The odds for the 'Girl' are quite low..."
"That's fine, just calculate the tickets; I’ll buy them all."
Aivina said nonchalantly, her gaze not lingering on the tickets but focused on Shaer up on the platform.
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