The Gambler's Gambling Pact

That wouldn't work!

Neither would that!

He was worth less alive than dead. At least his remains and lingering soul could be turned into an undead, while his flesh and bones could serve as extraordinary materials.

What was the point of keeping a Demon like this alive?

Yin Ming's eyes turned cold. Vital Essence gathered at his fingertip as he reached toward the center of Andorf Hack's brow.

"Gulp!"

Andorf Hack swallowed.

That icy gaze swept over him, and he felt as though an invisible blade had already carved his body into assorted extraordinary materials.

Suddenly, two sharp gleams flashed in his dark eyes, and a touch of madness entered his voice.

"Lord Quasit, there is a way! You can't take the Fate Dice by force, but you can win it!"

Yin Ming's fingertip stopped an inch from his brow. "Win it? You mean gamble?"

Dice Demons had once been a major clan among Abyss Demons. Not because their numbers rivaled the Quasits or Bigmouth Demons, but because their collective strength ranked among the highest in the Abyss.

Their Bloodline Progenitor had fused a Law Fragment of "fate" into their bloodline, costing the clan some of its members. Then the Seventh-Ring Goddess of Luck had targeted them, driving their numbers down further until they became a rare Demon species in the Abyss.

Andorf Hack nodded. "The Fate Dice is a new innate spell born after our progenitor fused that Law Fragment of 'fate' into our bloodline."

"Our original bloodline gift is the Gambling Pact. Souls, lifespan, talents, knowledge, power—anything below our current rank can be wagered."

Laws!

Another law!

A bloodline species with potential in two Fourth-Ring abilities really was exceptionally rare.

Wagers meant Dice Demons might be able to raise any attribute to the limit of their current rank.