Ten Consecutive Wins

Brook: "Continue. Even."

Third round.

Deis shook the dice with even greater force, the iron cup spinning through the air like a Dragon, the dice clattering like deafening thunder.

The muscles in his arms bulged, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead—not from exhaustion, but excitement.

"Open!"

The iron cup split apart—

Left die: two.

Right die: four.

Total: six.

Even.

The waiter nearly shouted, "Lord Brook bet on even! Six, even! The chips have doubled to 640 million!"

His shout, paired with that enormous sum, drew quite a few people over to watch.

Hearing that Brook had guessed correctly three times in a row, the crowd broke into gasps and whispered discussions.

"Continue. Even."

Fourth round: left die, six; right die, two; total, eight. Even.

The chips doubled to 1.28 billion.

Fifth round: left die, four; right die, four; total, eight. Even.

2.56 billion.

Sixth round: left die, five; right die, one; total, six. Even.

5.12 billion.

Seventh round: left die, two; right die, four; total, six. Even.

10.24 billion.

Eighth round: left die, three; right die, five; total, eight. Even.

20.48 billion.

By then, the circular hall was packed with people. Some had even climbed onto the viewing platforms around the fish tanks just to watch this game.

Eight consecutive even results. That was simply absurd luck.

As for Brook manipulating the dice?

That was impossible.

The dice were iron on the outside, but inside, their cores were wrapped in Sea Stone.

No Devil Fruit ability could affect the dice. That was why Gran Tesoro dared to offer this game.

But Baccarat was starting to panic.

Twenty billion was nothing to Gran Tesoro.

Its daily turnover exceeded that amount.

But what if... Brook kept winning?

Forty billion, eighty billion, 160 billion...

She no longer had time