The bartender froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Hahaha, you're right. That really is the luckiest thing possible."
Alice blinked her eyes. Although she did not understand why he was so happy, she cooperatively smiled as well.
Suddenly, a burst of cheers and curses interrupted their conversation. Alice turned her head and saw that another round of the game had ended.
Without her interference, the results of this round were much more normal. At least it was not the awkward situation where no one won at all.
Alice turned to look at the gamblers, some delighted, some disappointed, some furious, and remembered Warren, who had died from excessive excitement just now.
She tilted her head and looked at the bartender. "Tell me, do gamblers really become 'Winners'?"
The bartender chuckled. "Of course they do. Someone wins every round, and someone loses every round. There have always been winners; they just keep changing."
"No," Alice said softly. "There are people who keep winning."
"Who?" The bartender was slightly taken aback.
Alice stared at the newly arranged iron cage. "The house that runs the Gambling Game will never let itself lose."
The bartender froze.
Alice straightened up, took out the 5 Sol paper money, pushed it before the bartender, and said slowly:
"Immersing yourself in it, being blinded by temporary gains, or never recovering from a momentary loss, letting fleeting gains and losses control your emotions—you can only spend your life as a gambler whose wins and losses are controlled by others.
"To become a 'Winner,' you must first understand... whether it is luck or calamity, they are merely tools for achieving your goal. Fate's destination is always the same.
"Temporary gains and losses prove nothing. What matters most is the final outcome..."
Feeling the feedback from her spirituality, Alice