"My friend, let's call it a day for today's little game," Daniel said with a casual smile as he collected the dice and, along with them, the skill books he had just won.
Most of the skill books were duplicates—skills that Sarko already possessed—but to Daniel, they still held considerable value.
On the other side of the table, Sarko was beginning to feel uneasy. He loved gambling, true, but he was no fool. After losing so many rounds in a row, even someone as prideful as him started sensing that something was wrong. A faint sense of dread crept into his chest.
He began to recall: from the very first bet with Daniel until now, they had wagered dozens of times. But what sent chills down his spine was the fact that… he had never won. Not even once.
This wasn't luck anymore. It was something else.
