At those words, the previously supremely confident Gambling Ghost was utterly dumbfounded.
He had been a compulsive gambler in life, and after death, his powerful obsession had turned him into a ghost who won every gamble.
Since his death, the Gambling Ghost had never lost.
This unconventional way of playing was clearly something the Gambling Ghost had never anticipated.
But he had already agreed to gamble with Lin Luo. If he went back on his word, wouldn't he lose all dignity?
At that thought, the Gambling Ghost could only grit his teeth and agree.
"You little bug, you're pretty creative, but I won't lose to you."
The Gambling Ghost stubbornly refused to admit defeat, not believing he would lose to Lin Luo.
But the dice rolls that followed left him dumbfounded.
Even when he tried his hardest to guess the wrong result, high or low, the rules made him guess correctly every time.
Several rounds later, the Gambling Ghost hadn't won once.
He had lost miserably.
The corners of his mouth trembled with rage. Losing like this was unbearable, and his long-standing insistence on winning every gamble began to waver.
The Gambling Ghost was patient enough to play over a hundred rounds against Lin Luo, yet he never once guessed incorrectly. That sense of disparity left him dispirited.
In the end, numb from losing, the Gambling Ghost completely broke down.
"I'm done playing. I lost, all right?"
As he said this, the Gambling Ghost discovered that his obsession with winning every gamble had faded too.
At the same time, he sensed his Ghost Power gradually increasing.
This delighted him. Previously, his need to win every gamble had kept him stuck at the level of a Red-Clothed Vicious Ghost.
Losing this time had instead dispersed his obsession.
"Young man, you really