Thousand Tricks of the God of Gambling

Episode 13's

That is, if this spin actually results in a triple 2.

My 20 million rupiah would be 2 billion.

But the chances are too small.

My betting method also attracts gamblers around to gather.

Of course, everyone's view of me was still like someone who had unrealistic ideas.

"Place your bets!"

The city screamed.

Then, I saw him leaning slightly on his body.

I know he's getting ready to commit fraud.

He wanted to use his knee to press the control remote that was under the gambling table.

Suddenly, the expression of the city changed drastically, his brows furrowed.

His gaze immediately turned to a man outside the crowd.

Even though I didn't turn around.

But this man must be a secret informant or the person in charge of that casino.

About how they communicate with each other through eye contact, I don't care.

My gaze was always focused on the gambling table, on that cup of black dice.

"Turn it, what are you waiting for?"

The impatient gambler behind me kept pressing.

The town's expression got worse.

He looked at me, his trembling hand slowly placed on the dice cup.

But it seems he still needs another one.

By the time it opened, he was still trying to use his feet under the table.

But again, he was disappointed.

"Turn it!"

A man's voice came from behind.

The voice sounded hoarse.

He is not a gambler; he is from a casino.

Then the city slowly opened the cup of dice.

Oh?

A round cry filled the place.

Under the dice cup, there were three dice located neatly.

And the numbers on the three dice are all the same.

2!

Triple 2's!

I won!

The views of everyone in the casino were once again focused on me.

The way everyone looks at me has changed compared to before.

There was envy, astonishment, and most of it was awe.

Meyra happily placed both her hands on my shoulders.

Happy as a child.

"We won! Six, we won!"

I know we've won.

I also know that the remote control device of the croupier is no longer working.

And all this is thanks to me.

When I bet, I forcefully pressed him with my foot on the sensor.

The sensor is very small, delicate, and sensitive.

With a single foothold, it was instantly broken.

That's why the town's expression changed drastically.

Because he found that the remote control did not work.

How to win with a triple 2 depends on my hearing.

Listen to the wind and recognize the position by sound.

This is what Mr. Seis taught for thirteen years.

He said that if someone can't do this.

They will never be able to get into the craps gambling table.

The city stared at me long enough before coldly saying:

"Buddy, you're a pretty good gambler!"

He emphasized the word "gambling."

It was a warning and a threat.

Before I could speak, Meyra immediately said from behind:

"What's the problem with gambling? Hurry, pay our chips..."

The city's face turned grim, and he said nothing more.

And the chips on the table weren't enough to pay me.

Then, a man approached the gambling table holding ten gold chips worth each

2 hundred million rupiahs.

He looked at me and whispered:

"Master, you're lucky. This chip is in exchange for your compensation..."

This man seemed to be around thirty years old, and his tone was polite.

But his view is evil.

Moreover, he was extremely thin, his bones protruding.

His hands were like bamboo, only the skin encircled the bones.

"Now, I'll be in charge of this table. Sir, can you change the city?"

Replacing a bookie is common in casinos.

It can be done without telling the gamblers.

The reason why he asked me was because he had discovered that I was a fraud.

As long as he spoke, the skinny man switched the dice.

He put it on the table and gestured to everyone.

"Please check the chest. If there is any doubt, we can break it down for inspection. If there's no problem, then you'll have to pay for the chest!"

Some gamblers go up and pretend to check the dice.

Don't expect any trouble.

All this because these amateurs could not detect it at all.

Seeing that no one was checking, the man looked at me and asked:

"Don't want to check?"

I shook my head.

I don't need to check it out.

From the sound of the roll of the dice cup, I can tell if the dice have been changed.

The sound produced by manipulated dice and standard dice is different.

For example, since there is only one red dot, the sound it makes when it hits the ground is purer.

For example, six dots, because there are six small dots in total, the sound it makes when it hits the ground is sharper.

Seeing that I was not moving, the man took the dice cup.

With a sharp voice.

The three dice were directly collected by the skinny man into the dice cup.

The movement is fast and slippery.

Using a movement called "Wind Sweeping Willow Leaves," in a magic trick.

It looks like an arbitrary collection of dice, but in fact he is arranging dice during the collection process.

Set the numbers on all three dice in a certain order.

This way, it will be easier for him to roll the desired numbers.

It is clear that this man is skilled in playing dice.

As long as he shuffled the dice, he sometimes used his fingernails to scratch the dice cup.

He wanted to use this disturbing sound to interfere with the judgment of the dice listeners.

Of course, the assumption is that others should listen to the dice.

And he had guessed that I would listen.

The dice cup flew up and down in his hand.

And his eyes are always on me.

His technique also changed along with the shake of the dice cup.

With one punch, the dice cup landed on the table.

The skinny man beckoned to everyone.

"Place your bets!"

However, none of the gamblers around the table were moving.

All their eyes were on me.

They all wanted to know if I would bet, and what I would bet.

And I casually toyed with the gold chips, without making any bets.

Seeing that I was not moving, the skinny man said:

"Why don't you bet anymore?"

I'm staying quiet.

"Are you afraid that your winning streak is over so you won't bet again?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "ends".

As if reminding me that even though I had tampered with their remote controlling device.

But winning against him is impossible.

In theory, when casinos find fraudsters.

They should try their best to appease the fraudsters, lest they reveal it and ruin their business.

But unexpectedly, this skinny man was extremely arrogant.

In his words, he kept provoking me.

"You can bet, but I have a condition..."

I said calmly.

"Continue…"

"Delete betting limits!"

Casinos set limits to balance and attract regular gamblers.

Betting tables with higher stakes are usually located inside the VIP room.

“How much do you want to bet?”

The skinny man asked me.

"Two billion rupiahs, all on 'big numbers.' Did you accept it?"

My words made the skinny man laugh with a look of disdain.

But his laughter was filled with contempt.

"Accepted, but it's a little small. Will you raise the stakes?"

The skinny man was very confident in his dice skills.

I shook my head.

"Just 2 billion rupiahs, I can't raise anymore!"

The sight of the skinny man became even more evil.

He looked at my hand and said coldly:

"There's no money? It doesn't matter; what if I take your hand instead!"

One sentence.

This made everyone present surprised.

And I couldn't help but frown.

This is not a fight between fraudsters.

This is just a regular round of gambling.

There is something strange about this casino.

Those who cheated first, even though I had tampered with their remote controlling device.

They shouldn't be too aggressive.

Could this casino not be afraid of me revealing their cheating to the gamblers?

Before I could speak, Meyra immediately spoke up behind me:

"What's with that hand? We're not going to risk it; just these 2 billion! Let us know if you take it…"

The skinny man laughed cynically.

"Accepted, place your bet!"

I put ten pieces of gold chips worth 2 billion rupiah each on the "big number."

"Place bets. Are you sure of this big bet?"

The skinny man's face darkened, and he asked me in a sly tone.

I didn't answer.

I don't like wasting words.

Especially not with someone like him.

"Then let's get started!"

Said the skinny man while he was about to open the dice cup.

"Wait!"

I suddenly said.

Skinny guy looks at me.

"Why? You want to raise the stakes?"

I shook my head.

"I want to change the person who will shuffle the dice this time!"

The skinny man's expression changed, and he asked in return:

"Why?"

"Because I don't like you!"