Rita didn't really care whether she had made the wrong bet.
The moment she decided to enter the game even with a decent hand, she was already mentally prepared for everything.
She even quickly came up with a justification to console herself: if luck truly balances like a seesaw, then a tilt to the left just means another to the right.
Granted, her opening wasn't exactly ideal.
She hadn't expected the game would nullify all bindings. She brought top-tier items with her, only to find half of them rendered useless and the rest now vulnerable to theft.
She looked out the window. In the vastness of space, countless transparent glass rooms floated, each housing players in quirky block forms.
Some were hopping about testing their new bodies, while others were fussing with the items or relics they had brought along.
