Understanding

Luckily, his hand obeyed this time. Nothing felt amiss.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."

A faint scraping sound came from beneath the cup.

The dice seemed to form a pyramid of flowing sand. The moment the cup lifted, they scattered outward.

Three dice.

Eighteen faces.

Sixty-three pips!

They lay neatly spread across the gambling table.

Every piece was perfectly aligned, as though the intricate pattern had been drawn with a ruler and compass.

The greasy man lost his footing and collapsed into his chair.

In all his years of gambling, he had never encountered anything so terrifying or so utterly beyond belief.

The experts once hailed as gods of gambling looked like kindergarten children beside a feat like this.

The entire casino fell silent!

Everyone was too stunned to speak.

Then a buzz rose into a roar, and the crowd nearly exploded.

But Apocalypse closed his eyes slightly and heard none of it.

Just now, the power of Fortune had held the greasy man in place for three full seconds.

In those three seconds, it had carried out a series of complex maneuvers that even Apocalypse could not have performed.

It had not only cut all three dice apart, but also stacked the pieces inside the cup into an exquisite three-dimensional structure.

It had even kept that structure from falling apart when the cup struck the table.

Only when the cup lifted did the pieces spread into that perfect pattern.

There had been too many steps, each too complex. The power of Fortune could no longer conceal itself.

Like a tangible blade, it had swept through the air dozens of times in just three seconds.

Each sweep showed Apocalypse another way to wield the power of Fortune.

If Fortune had been a little spirit, that effort might have left it drenched in