"Hit again!?"
The female dealer felt like she'd just been punched in the gut.
Landing a single-number bet once was already a vanishingly rare probability—something that might only happen once in a long while.
But this man had hit two single-number bets in a row. How was that even possible?
"You've got to be kidding me..."
She tried her best to keep calm, but no matter how hard she tried, her composure wouldn't hold.
That last wager had been thirty-six chips. A single-number payout at 1:35 odds meant the house had just taken a massive loss.
Freya's eyes shimmered with curiosity and excitement.
"Once could be luck... but twice? What would you call that?"
"Still luck," Bell replied without missing a beat.
He wasn't the type to cheat. With his kind of fortune, relying on tricks against ordinary gamblers would just be shameful.
For most people, luck only struck once in a short span.
But Bell, with his skill "Heaven's Luck," was anything but ordinary. Luck-based abilities were always outrageous by nature.
If he joined a game of chance and didn't win every time, it would practically insult the very name "Heaven's Luck."
The only downside? That skill didn't work on Gacha.
If it did, Bell would already have enough five-star cards to fill a vault.
Unfortunately, his absurd luck couldn't be applied beyond the bounds of this world.
And that was exactly why Bell hated gambling.
"Your luck really is ridiculous," Loki muttered.
The word "Heaven" in "Heaven's Luck" still echoed in her mind.
Even for luck-based skills, it was rare to see "Heaven" or "Earth" in the name—terms that represented the world itself. Which meant... "Heaven's Luck" was likely the world's favor made manifest.
After uncovering Bell's hidden truth and witnessing his battle against the Black Dragon, Loki had grown even more convinced that "Heaven's Luck" was a revelation from the start.
The dealer soon returned, carrying the chips Bell had just won.
A 1:35 payout wasn't small at all—and with thirty-six chips wagered, he'd earned 1,260 chips in a single round. And this was only his second hand.
If Bell kept winning like this for two more rounds, the Grand Casino might not even have enough money left to pay him out.
If things went too far, they'd lose sight of the "show" they came here to watch.
So, Bell glanced down at the pile of chips, calmly picked out thirty-six—just like before—and placed them on a single number.
Seven.
Another single-number bet!?
Sweat began to bead on the dealer's forehead.
If he hit three single-number bets in a row, the casino was going to bleed hard.
But she couldn't refuse a customer, so she forced herself to stay composed.
Pinching the ball between her fingers, she spun the wheel faster than before, waiting for the right moment to drop it in.
The wheel gradually slowed... and the ball clattered into a pocket.
Seven.
For a moment, the dealer's heart stopped.
Three consecutive single-number bets—each one a perfect hit.
If the female dealer hadn't been personally overseeing the entire game, she would have seriously suspected someone was cheating.
But the fact was, there hadn't been any foul play at all.
So, the lost chips still had to be paid.
Wearing a pained expression, the dealer pushed the chips across the table. She didn't dare shortchange the man before her—not with two goddesses watching her every move.
And she could tell this man had actually held back.
If he'd wagered all the chips he'd won earlier, even the Grand Casino's coffers wouldn't have been enough to cover the payout.
"I thought you'd bet it all."
"...Freya-sama, please don't think of me as some sort of demon. Shaking up a casino's operations like this would draw way too much attention. Besides, the money here isn't exactly easy to take."
Casinos were never the kind of places people imagined them to be—Bell knew that well from his previous life.
There were plenty of casinos that one simply couldn't afford to play at.
Even if someone got lucky and walked out a winner three times over... once they stepped outside, they'd have to wonder whether someone was following them.
Even if the casino itself didn't go after them, what about the gamblers who'd lost? Could they really afford to let it go?
It was precisely because he understood this that Bell had never once considered gambling as a way to turn his fortunes around, no matter how difficult his early struggles had been.
Gambling never saved anyone—it only destroyed them.
"They actually have the nerve to skim your winnings?"
Freya found the idea amusing.
"No, maybe with someone else. But with me? I doubt they'd have the courage."
Bell understood better than anyone the problem he and the two goddesses had caused. If the Grand Casino's operators tried to investigate him, they'd surely back off the moment they realized who those goddesses were.
After all, even the dumbest manager knew what to choose between money and life.
Bell wasn't worried about the money itself.
"It's just that taking it would attract too much attention. I don't want that kind of trouble."
Lying low always left room to grow.
Bell would never make the foolish mistake of exposing himself for a bit of cash.
'Ah, I knew it.' *2
Both goddesses sighed inwardly at the same time.
More than anything, what filled their hearts was a sense of speechless exasperation.
They knew that when Bell first arrived in Orario, he had never considered using gambling to earn his starting funds.
It wasn't out of morality—it was simply because money gained from casinos would be investigated.
To conceal his true identity more effectively, he had chosen to stay far away from such schemes.
"Freya-sama, shouldn't we…"
Bell gestured toward the towering pile of chips. Freya shook her head lightly before glancing toward Syr, who was standing nearby.
"Syr."
Hearing Freya's call, Syr immediately pulled Ryuu along and approached.
When they arrived, Ryuu still looked confused, but Syr bowed gracefully, offering the kind of refined greeting that matched her current persona.
"Freya-sama."
"These chips are yours. Use them well to handle your task."
"Understood, Freya-sama."
Syr's eyes flicked to the mountain of chips stacked on the table. There was no doubt—it was more than enough for what they needed.
Ryuu, of course, recognized both Loki and Freya, but she didn't know what to say in this situation.
Loki and Freya, however, didn't mind at all.
It was, after all, time for them to enjoy the show.
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