The key was not these complicated probabilities, but the number of cards drawn at the end. No matter how many complete combinations you held, only ten cards would be drawn in the end, and they would be drawn at random.
In other words, even if you assembled a Royal Flush in your deck, it would be useless if it got completely broken apart during the final draw. If the hands deciding victory were still just a pile of High Cards, then all you could do was compare ranks.
Those final ten cards were the key to victory or defeat. So how could he draw out the exquisite good cards in his own deck?
Just as Roman was pondering that question, he heard a crisp bell. The staff member beside them picked up the coin and prepared to toss it.
With a clink, the coin landed on the table. Trident side up meant the player on the right was the god, and Roman was standing on the right.
Roman's hands immediately clenched. He could barely hide his smile. Judging from the rules, the god had greater initiative, since he could decide how many cards to offer. As long as he assembled a good hand, he could clear out junk cards one by one, unlike the believer, who had to offer three cards every round.
The believer sacrificed first. Roman watched Bruce casually draw three cards from his pile and place them in the center of the table. Roman reached out and took them.
He needed to see what strategy Bruce was using this round, and the values and suits of the cards he offered would reveal it.
Sure enough, Bruce had sent over a 2, 5, and 7, all diamonds. It looked like he wanted to preserve a flush, but did