An Eight Hundred Billion Gamble

Walking up to Brook, Tesoro bowed slightly. "Lord Brook, have you been enjoying yourself in Gran Tesoro?"

"Very much," Brook replied with a smile. "It has truly been an eye-opener. But—"

He drew out the last word. "It has been a little less than satisfying."

"Since you've come to Gran Tesoro, naturally we have to make sure you enjoy yourself."

Tesoro walked to the edge of the platform and nudged Deis, who was lying on the floor. "If you're not dead, get out of the way."

Deis clicked his tongue, clutched his head, and climbed to his feet before retreating to the edge of the platform.

His movements were swift and sharp. There was not the slightest sign of dizziness left.

Tesoro ignored him and took a seat at the dealer's position across from Brook.

"How about I gamble with you from here on?"

The corners of Brook's lips rose. "Of course. It is my honor to gamble against the 'Golden Emperor.'"

"But this kind of gambling is too dull." Tesoro folded his hands together. "I wonder if Lord Brook would be willing to try a different game?"

"Let's hear it."

"We each roll dice and compare the results."

Brook stretched lazily. "Sounds a little troublesome."

Tesoro paused. "If you win, I'll pay tenfold."

The entire hall erupted at those words.

Tenfold!!!

Brook's stake had already swelled to more than eighty billion Beli.

Tenfold... that was more than eight hundred billion!

What kind of concept was that?

The simplest example was this:

The World Government had more than 170 affiliated nations, and every year, they all had to pay the Celestial Tribute.

In truth, it was simply protection money under another name.

The payment made up roughly thirty percent of each nation's fiscal revenue, used to support the luxurious lives