When the dealer pressed the button to shake the dice, his hand was trembling.
As the three dice began bouncing rapidly inside the glass dome, the entire crowd held its breath. Every single person stared fixedly at the dome, not daring to blink—as if afraid they might miss the exact moment the result was revealed.
Some gamblers' palms were already drenched in sweat.
Seeing that Luke had unusually gone big this round, many people hesitated only briefly before following him and placing large bets as well.
After all, the reason betting on triples carried such a massive 150x payout was because the probability of all three dice landing on the same number was incredibly low.
Usually, people who bet on triples fell into two categories:
Either reckless gamblers chasing overnight riches—who often ended up losing everything…
Or casual players who just threw in a bet for fun—and occasionally, by sheer luck, actually won.
Gambling had never been predictable.
But tonight—
These people seemed to have found something like faith.
Without much thought, they followed Luke's bet.
Some even shoved everything they had onto the table, betting on triples alongside him.
This was the most insane moment of the night.
Luke himself stared intently at the dice, his heart beginning to race.
His blood felt like boiling water, adrenaline surging through his veins.
If he lost—$1,000 would vanish.
But if he won—
At 150 times the payout…
The casino would owe him $150,000.
Without a doubt, this was the biggest gamble of his night.
If he won, he could walk away.
If he lost, it didn't matter much—he had already won nearly $50,000 tonight.
One of his goals had already been achieved.
For a moment, the entire table fell into absolute silence.
You could hear a pin drop.
Everyone's ears were filled with the crisp, hypnotic sound of the dice clattering inside the glass dome.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
Under countless watchful eyes—
The dice finally began to lose momentum.
The first die stopped.
Three.
No one blinked.
The second die stopped.
Another three.
At that moment, a collective gasp swept through the entire casino. Eyes widened across the crowd.
Now—
Everything depended on the third die.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly.
Or perhaps it was just a single fleeting second.
Then—
The third die stopped.
Three.
Triples.
It really was triples.
For a split second—
Silence.
Then the entire crowd exploded.
Men and women alike lost their minds.
Shouts of disbelief, hysterical screams, pounding fists, wild roars—wave after wave of noise surged through the casino, as if it might tear the ceiling apart.
This time—
They were truly insane.
Triples.
The God of Gambling called it—and triples appeared.
If he wasn't the God of Gambling—
Then what was he?
Everyone had seen it with their own eyes.
Lived through it.
Witnessed every second.
"GOD OF GAMBLING! GOD OF GAMBLING! GOD OF GAMBLING!"
Luke was completely surrounded by a storm of cheers.
Different languages, different accents, all blending into chaotic madness.
At this moment, words were no longer enough to express their excitement.
Many people were shouting incoherently, screaming "Long live the God of Gambling!" as if they themselves had won.
Amid the deafening worship, Luke calmly gathered the mountain of chips in front of him and nodded to the dealer.
Time to cash out.
The dealer finally broke.
He looked like he was about to cry.
A 150x payout—and not just for Luke.
Everyone who had followed him had also bet on triples.
The total loss…
Was astronomical.
The dealer could already imagine his fate—his boss having his legs broken and dumping him into some filthy alley.
No matter how many mouths he had, he could never explain what had happened tonight.
Luke stood up to leave.
The crowd behind him immediately parted, forming a path.
At this moment—
No matter their race or background—
Everyone present showed him the highest level of respect.
Tonight, in this casino—
He was a god.
He might be a dwarf—
But right now, he stood taller than anyone.
Thunderous applause erupted around him.
Luke couldn't deny it—he felt it too.
For a moment, he truly felt invincible.
Like the God of Gambling himself.
He chuckled inwardly.
The system really is insane.
Just as he took his first step—
A discordant voice rang out behind him.
"So you're leaving right after winning? Damn dwarf! Got the guts to play a few more rounds with me?"
Instantly, all eyes turned.
It was the tattooed white muscular man.
So—
The show wasn't over yet.
Excitement flickered in the crowd's eyes.
Luke frowned slightly and turned back.
He remembered this guy.
The only one who had consistently bet against him.
And lost every single time.
Yet somehow, he still refused to accept it.
Stubbornly going head-to-head with him, betting big every round.
Luke had no idea what was going through his mind.
They had no grudge between them.
Whispers spread through the crowd:
"Hey, isn't that Anatoly? One of the Russian mafia twins. Regular here."
"You came late—you didn't see it. He's been losing all night."
"Going against the God of Gambling? That's just stupid."
"But it looks like he wants to challenge him? Not letting him leave… this should be interesting!"
The crowd began to cheer louder.
People loved a spectacle.
And no one here was innocent.
Anatoly grinned, his scarred eyelid making his smile look even more grotesque.
He gestured at the seat.
"Sit down, dwarf. Play a few more rounds with me. Unless you don't have the guts?"
He smirked cruelly.
"Actually… I'm not even sure dwarves have guts down there. Maybe you're like a eunuch?"
"Why don't you prove it?"
The crowd burst into laughter.
Luke remained silent, a cold smile hidden beneath the mask.
Tonight, he had already caused enough chaos.
Sooner or later—
The people behind this casino would show themselves.
He was waiting.
"What? Scared?" Anatoly sneered.
Beside him sat a voluptuous blonde woman dressed provocatively.
He grabbed her and began groping her openly.
The crowd whistled and laughed.
Anatoly grinned viciously.
"How about this—ten more rounds."
"No matter win or lose…"
"She's yours tonight."
He squeezed the woman's body, smirking.
"Ever been with a woman before, dwarf?"
The laughter grew even louder.
The blonde showed no resistance—instead, she looked at Luke with interest, even licking her lips.
Luke was about to refuse—
"Sorry, not interested."
(Who knows what kind of trouble that might bring.)
But before he could speak—
From his shoulder, Rost suddenly shouted:
"Go to hell, you stupid Russian!"
Luke froze.
The crowd exploded again.
Then—
The cheering grew even louder.
Everyone assumed this was Luke's response—
The God of Gambling accepting the challenge.
Whistles echoed through the casino.
The atmosphere reached another boiling point.