The Divination Dice

"Just as I thought..."

Ember was not surprised in the least. She knew Yin Ming's character too well.

When he controlled the terms of a wager, there would always be a loophole to exploit, if not this one, then another. If he could not guarantee a win, Yin Ming would never have proposed it.

The strong taking everything was only natural!

Unless Andorf Hack was an idiot obsessed with fairness, his odds of winning the wager should have been the same as his odds of defeating Yin Ming.

Yin Ming picked up the three Fate Dice and a coin.

A four-leaf clover was stamped on the back of the coin. On the front was a bright young woman wearing a smile.

"This is..."

"A Lucky Coin. Carrying it increases your luck, and consuming it greatly increases your luck." Information about the coin surfaced from Ember's muddled memories.

Yin Ming suddenly remembered that Pale Flame of the God-Hunting Squad had used a Lucky Coin when he first arrived in the Wizard World.

Something that only nudged probability had little effect on high-tier experts, but at a critical moment, it could be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"No wonder the Seventh-Ring Tier Goddess of Luck was able to affect the Dice Demon race."

The Abyss had at least one Eighth-Ring deity, or several Seventh-Ring deities. If the Goddess of Luck entered the Abyss and slaughtered its races, she would be courting death.

But if Dice Demons dropped Lucky Coins instead of inflicting curses of misfortune when they died, they became valuable prey. It would be a miracle if a race with that trait could thrive.

"Second Ring: Undead Revival..."

"Second Ring: Undead Enslavement!"

Yin Ming took out the bone Soul-Venerable Banner and cast divine arts on Andorf Hack's remains,