Damn it, could the game start automatically without even taking an oath?
Her scalp went numb, and she abruptly turned to March 7th. March 7th's face was flushed red as well, and she slapped the table, shouting, "I didn't do this!"
"Did someone switch the cards halfway through?"
Russell's eyes widened too. He had only wanted to secretly tweak the odds.
Why had the contents of the cards changed too?
"Everyone, don't play—"
March 7th slammed the table, but before she could finish speaking, some great law descended upon her, freezing her in place.
Most of the time, Tet was just some kid by the roadside who could be fobbed off with two lollipops.
But once a game began, he was no longer "Tet," but the Sole God. Any act that violated the game was equivalent to challenging the master of the Star Cup!!
This sudden turn left Russell completely baffled. He could only stare straight at the dice—he had paid that thing money, so why had it pulled something like this?
Because this was thirty gold coins' worth of work. Normally, secretly altering the odds would only cost three gold coins after bargaining. You didn't bargain, so naturally, there were some extra effects.
The Prompt Device's words made Russell suck in a breath.
Wait—
Those dice and cards were actually this kind of dice and cards?!!
What a great deal for the pri... no, what the fucking animal!!!
He looked toward March 7th. Her delicate face had wilted as though she had been possessed by a Lion, while Stelle's expression first twisted, then quickly became calm. Her whole face took on an air of complete resignation.
"Since it's come to this, let's play the game first."
Stelle merely shrugged. She examined Russell's face and spoke with utter seriousness.
"No,