City of Sin

After leaving Anvis's fingertips, the silver dice rolled to the ground, spinning several times like an ordinary die before stopping with a crisp "ding—".

Twenty points—

"Crack—"

At the same time, a crack appeared at one corner of the dice.

As a practice piece, Anvis had not invested much power into it, resulting in the dice itself being of rather poor quality.

"Is this the price of interfering with fate?"

Anvis touched the crack. He could sense that after perhaps three more cracks of the same size, the dice would be completely ruined.

"So, what will happen next?"

As he considered how the Mercury Dice took effect, Anvis waited for a moment... Keen was an unemployed drifter who loafed around all day.

Of course, that was only his public identity. To make a living, he occasionally took on a few "side jobs."

For example, picking up a few bulging coin purses that others had "lost," or helping those kind-hearted gambling dens that had lent money to people in need but could not collect the debts when they came due.

That day, he had just finished a job, having "taught a lesson" to someone who refused to repay his debt. But just as Keen was feeling pleased with himself, a gift from nature suddenly fell from the sky and splattered across his face.

"Damn it! You bitch-born stinking bird! Don't let me catch you!"

As he wiped the bird droppings from his face, Keen cursed furiously at the sky. But the culprit had already flown far away, leaving only a string of caws behind.

"Hiss... damn it! Sooner or later, I'll pluck every feather off you! Then roast you to go with my drink!"

After wiping off the droppings, Keen sniffed and felt that some odor still lingered. He cursed under