Dream Island, Fate Gambling City.
Gu Qi was invited into a room completely enclosed by Shielding Crystal and Spatial Isolation Runes.
When Fate Throat pushed the door open and entered, the Soulbone Race leader lifted his cloudy lone eye slightly.
He said nothing. An aura of deathly silence churned around him, mingled with ferocity, like a savage beast about to spring.
"We accept your wager." Fate Throat got straight to the point as he sat down opposite Gu Qi, then continued, "But for a rule-level Equivalent Gamble, this gambling city cannot assemble the necessary stakes on short notice."
At this, the corners of Gu Qi's cracked mouth twitched, and he spoke in a rasp like scraping sandpaper. "So?"
"So I need time." Fate Throat looked straight into his cloudy eye. "We will draw liquid funds from gambling cities in other regions, making the stakes large enough to match the rule you are wagering."
Gu Qi fell silent for a moment. A trace of caution flashed through his lone eye, which still held a little light, but eventually he leaned slowly back in his chair. "How long?"
"Three days," Fate Throat gave him a deadline. "In three days, the stakes will be ready, and the gamble will begin."
"Agreed." Gu Qi closed his lone eye, reined in his aura, and said nothing more, like a broken statue slowly weathering away.
Fate Throat withdrew from the sealed room, his expression calm, his mind already racing.
Originally, he had intended to begin the gamble as soon as he raised the funds.
But just then, A Lan had called and said, "A gamble with a rule as the stake has enormous advertising value. Win or lose, as long as the process is public enough, Fate Gambling City's standing among high-end customers will rise significantly.