When I was observing Vyrion, I activated Eyes of the Fallen to see what exactly he was doing under the cup.
Surprisingly, I discovered something really interesting. The table he was using wasn't an ordinary one.
There was a very small wooden pad at the bottom of the table, and when he pressed it with his foot, a needle would emerge on the surface of the table inside the cup and strike the dice to flip the numbers.
The seven people he deliberately let win must have been his companions—or people he was using to gain the trust of everyone else.
"Hehehe~ I haven't even begun my plan and I've already won fifty thousand kilograms of Grade 1 Soul Stones," I snickered, putting the rings on my finger.
As I reached the corner of a tent, five figures stood in my way—an elephant beast, a cat woman, a short brown-haired human, the cigar man, and the scarred face.
"Hohoho~ where are you going in such a hurry, Master Bettor?" Vyrion said, emerging from the corner.
