Brother Fish clearly remembered that time the Gambling God rolled three fives.
What's going on this time?
It's important to note that the probability of rolling three ones is very small.
Everyone looked at the Gambling God.
Waiting for an explanation.
But the Gambling God didn't care about those looks; he stared at the dice with a face full of astonishment.
Even facing God Hopkinson, the number one in Europa, he hadn't rolled such absurd numbers.
The Gambling God's face suddenly turned dark and ugly; he knew he shouldn't show this expression, but he couldn't help it, he couldn't control it.
As the win-loss outcome of this round was decided, some black fog immediately started to overflow from the dice, forming a crying face pattern in the air.
At the same time, a red aura began to surge from the Gambling God, much like the heat emitted from the body after running a marathon on a frigid winter morning.
They converged above the Gambling God, forming a crying face.
