The casino buzzed with raw noise.
Cheers. Murmurs. Nervous laughter.
The second win in Ethan's pocket had thrown the crowd into chaos. The betting platforms were tilting. Odds were shifting. Streamers were making content mid-match.
[LIVE RIGHT NOW: CAN XAVIER MAKE A COMEBACK?!]
[BREAKING: Ethan's team just took 800M credits! Xavier's fans in shock.]
[WHO'S THE REAL PRODIGY NOW??]
Meanwhile, on Ethan's side, the mood was smug.
His crew had gathered close, sipping imported drinks, their posture finally loosened.
One of them leaned over. "Told you it would work. That grid-link software was genius."
Another grinned. "You sure no one picked it up?"
"Nah. We ran it through a dummy signal. It looked like part of the game system itself."
"Dude's face when he lost—priceless."
But not all of them were smiling.
One guy still stared at his credit screen. "Yeah, but if he had caught it…"
