Making a Fortune

They put on a show of deep affection between master and servant, leaving the onlookers deeply moved. But that was only on the surface—the female slave feared an uncertain fate, while the short Otsutsuki had lost face.

"Hey, use another one as the stake next round," the bearded Otsutsuki said gleefully, his eyes full of provocation.

"You—"

"Exactly. Without using her as the wager, you won't be able to win that female slave back," another Otsutsuki beside him reminded him, seemingly out of kindness.

Li Yu picked up on the rules. A female slave had to be wagered against another female slave, and divine power points against divine power points. The scheme ran deep.

"Let's begin."

The handsome dealer, who was still stunned, had already broken out in a fine sweat. Five consecutive bigs, with ever-increasing stakes—the pressure was nearly suffocating.

"Let me take over." A young man dressed in a lavish white robe stepped forward.

Why call them both white robes when one was more lavish than the other? Because this man's white clothing glimmered with a faint fluorescent light, reflecting rainbow hues beneath the lamps.

Same outfit, yet why is this guy so outstanding? He even comes with his own glowing protagonist aura. Thoughts raced through Li Yu's mind.

"M-Milord..." Under the man's imposing presence, the handsome dealer could not even speak properly. He lowered his head in fearful unease.

"Ah, you may step down." Those gentle, refined words immediately calmed the handsome dealer, who retreated a few steps and stood still.

What comes after 'milord'...? Li Yu was still pondering the proper term when the sound of dice colliding within the cup reached his ears, forcing him to focus and listen carefully once more.

Smack! The dice cup slammed heavily onto the table like a great bell,