"Ah!"
"Damn it! How are you so fast?!"
"Again?! Do you have no skills besides rushing in with sneak attacks?!"
"Aaargh! I refuse to believe this!"
"Bastard! My castle!"
"..."
The furious voice of a certain flat-chested loli echoed tirelessly through the sky above the courtyard.
Ever since choosing the death mode of her strongest game, "Duel of Fate," Lord Lalalia had fallen into a nightmare. The anticipated one-sided slaughter had indeed happened—but the one being slaughtered was not Chen Rui. It was Lalalia herself.
The other party's tactics emerged one after another, some of them downright inconceivable. In the previous round, for example, Chen Rui had actually launched a raid right from the start with the most worthless construction units. Before Lord Lalalia could even produce a single higher-tier troop, she had died with eyes wide open beneath the hoes of a mob of farmers. The sheer frustration of it was beyond words.
When the last building turned to ashes, Lalalia, her eyes bloodshot, was on the verge of going berserk. "You damned bastard! Again!"
"Much as I'd like to continue," Chen Rui said with a helpless spread of his hands, "unfortunately, you have no more chips."
"I actually..." Having regained a little clarity, the flat-chested loli finally realized that she had lost every last possession she owned. She had originally intended to set Chen Rui up, make him lose all his chips, and then win his women from him. Who would have thought that she herself would be the one gambling until her eyes went red, left without a penny to her name?
"Damn it!" Never having imagined she would lose so miserably, the flat-chested loli let out an enraged roar. "Impossible! Gamble with me once more! One last round!"
"The facts are right in front of you.