But in truth, he was more shocked than anyone.
This gamble had been a means for him to amass wealth from the very beginning; every die was under his control.
Logically, no one should have been able to win consecutively.
Yet this brat before him had done exactly that. He must have used some method to cheat!
You merely smiled calmly, your composure unexpectedly unnerving.
"That's right. I'm the petty thief you've been looking for."
Everyone was astonished by your calmness.
Despite being surrounded by hundreds of people and facing a life-or-death crisis, this child remained so composed.
"Insolence!" the King roared. "A mere thief dares deceive me?!"
"Guards! Seize him!"
Dozens of fully armed guards rushed at you, swords drawn, their killing intent overwhelming!
You slowly raised your right hand.
Countless slender Golden Threads appeared in the air.
They flickered in the firelight, breathtakingly beautiful.
But in the next instant, those beautiful threads became Death's scythes.
Whoosh—
A sharp sound split the air.
The guard at the very front still had his sword raised, but a thin red line suddenly appeared across his neck.
He froze, then reached up to touch his throat.
Gurgle—
Blood erupted like a fountain.
His eyes widened as he stared incredulously at his palm, before collapsing heavily to the ground.
Before the other guards could react, the Golden Threads had already surged forth like a tidal wave!
Dense threads intertwined in the air, forming an enormous net of death.
The elite armored guards were sliced into pieces the instant they charged into the net.
Blood rained through the air!
Severed limbs flew everywhere!
In just a few breaths, dozens of royal guards were completely wiped out!
The King watched the slaughter before him, his legs beginning to tremble.
What kind of petty thief was