Golden Flow Roulette.
As the only casino in all of Molten Scale Town, even though the town itself was not particularly large, its special nature as a place where money burned meant it could still extract an unimaginable amount of wealth from the townsfolk and the Adventurers who came and went each year.
On top of that, the casino's owner, "Rotten Toe," was quite capable. He had opened channels on both the lawful and criminal sides, and he also had several powerful Professionals backing him.
In just a few years, it had become one of the most influential forces in Molten Scale Town. And because its manager treated enemies with extreme cruelty and viciousness, it had also become an object of fear for the common folk in the surrounding area.
Of course, no matter how terrible the owner's reputation was, Golden Flow Roulette remained feverishly popular thanks to the support of countless gamblers, and recently there were even rumors of an expansion.
Even though it was still daytime and nowhere near the casino's busiest hours, the scorching air inside was already filled with the rattle of dice cups and the frenzied roars and shouts of the gamblers.
"Clack, clack, clack."
The crisp sound of dice striking the wooden cup was like a horn ordering a charge on the battlefield.
Hearts pounded violently, pumping scalding blood through the body.
Luca sat by the table, neck craned, his body leaning forward without him realizing it.
His cheeks were taut from how hard his teeth were clenched, setting off the unnatural flush on his face. Reflected in his bloodshot eyes was the image of the dice cup shaking in the dealer's hands.
At that moment, there was no longer any sign of the man he had once proudly called the Wickliff Family's most