Marcus felt cold sweat forming on his forehead. This was his trump card, something that had always worked flawlessly in the past. He couldn’t believe Sebastian had seen through it.
With a smile, Sebastian looked at Marcus and asked, “I’m asking you a question. How do you calculate the points if they’re tilted?”
“No points for the tilted dice,” Marcus replied.
“Very well. I’m guessing zero, then.” Sebastian smirked.
A cunning glint flashed in Marcus’ eyes. Sebastian stopped him as he reached out to lift the dice cup.
“Wait a moment. Let’s have someone else open it. After all, even a slight vibration could change the points,” Sebastian suggested.
Everyone silently agreed. Skilled warriors could indeed use their energy to manipulate the dice’s outcome.
Marcus couldn’t refuse Sebastian’s proposal without admitting to cheating. Someone from Phaedra Island was called in to open the cup to ensure fairness.
When the cup was opened, everyone witnessed true skill-the three dice were pressed against each other, each with one corner touching the table.
“Amazing!”
Applause filled the air.
People were in awe of Marcus’ technique and Sebastian’s prowess.
Using hearing alone to discern the dice’s points sounded simple, but executing it was incredibly challenging. Its difficulty was evident, especially when skilled players intentionally made distracting noises while shaking the dice.
Marcus was furious, his gaze at Sebastian as if he wanted to devour him.
“Don’t get too cocky yet. The game isn’t over. It hasn’t been decided yet who’s the winner and loser.” Marcus snorted. He knew he had underestimated Sebastian, but he remained confident in himself.
Sebastian wasted no time. He grabbed the dice, placed them on the table, covered them with the cup, and began shaking it. Just as before, he casually shook it a few times before stopping.
Sebastian looked as though he wasn’t skilled. Yet, Marcus was so nervous that he frowned. A layer of sweat could be seen on his forehead.
That was because the dice inside didn’t roll at all.
In other words, whatever number Sebastian picked up and put down the dice with, that was what it was, and he didn’t see it at all at the time.
“Mr. Osborne, hurry up and guess,” Sebastian urged.
“Marcus, are you capable at all?” Yvette grew desperate. This was her last hope.
Marcus still hadn’t spoken. Considering he was gambling with his life, he was more nervous than anyone else.
Whispers began among the puzzled crowd as they observed Marcus’ behavior. What was going on now? He always used to guess numbers without hesitation.
“Mr. Osborne, don’t delay any longer. If you don’t guess now, consider yourself forfeiting,” Sebastian reminded him.
Marcus clenched his fist, his palms sweating profusely.
“4, 5, 6!”
Marcus could only guess randomly, though he knew the chances of getting it right were slim.
To prevent Marcus from denying the result, Sebastian had someone from Phaedra Island open the cup.
“1, 2, 3!”
As the cup opened, everyone couldn’t believe their eyes when they saw the numbers.
Marcus, known as the gambling god, didn’t even guess one number correctly. Unbelievable!
“It’s over!”
Yvette slumped into a chair, her face ashen.
“Marcus actually lost! Not only did he lose his sister, but he also lost his own life. This is a disaster!”
