Zhang Yi looked at Samba Miu before him, a cold sneer forming in his heart.

He knew that the other party was attacking his psyche. On a gambling table, if one's heart became unsettled, it was easy to make wrong decisions.

However, this method was indeed very effective, because ordinary people found it hard to remain calm in the face of life and death.

Some might even have their minds go blank from fear, making moves they themselves couldn't comprehend.

But Zhang Yi was clearly not that kind of person.

He never fought a battle he wasn't confident in winning.

Because he was a dual-attribute time and space superhuman.

[All Things Follow Traces] could predict two seconds into the future, and this ability allowed him to gain an overwhelming advantage in probability-based gambling.

In other words, he could see through the dice cup before him.

Zhang Yi said to Samba Miu, "To prevent anyone from cheating, I demand that after I place my bet, you immediately lift the dice cup. If it takes more than one second, you lose."

A flicker of mockery flashed through Samba Miu's narrow, sinister eyes.

"Are you making demands of me?"

Zhang Yi smiled at him. "As a gambler, I also have my rights. Don't forget, here we can only decide everything through gambling."

"If you can't satisfy my reasonable request, I can refuse to continue the game."

"And besides," a sneer curled at the corner of Zhang Yi's mouth, "the dice cup is in your hands. You're not really planning to cheat, are you? Or are you afraid of me?"

These words made the coldness in Samba Miu's gaze sharpen.

He was a noble duke of the Nasha Kingdom, while the man before him was nothing but a hairless rat, their livestock.

Afraid of him?

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I can agree to your request."

He turned to look at the Demonic Clown beside him. "Add this rule to the betting table. If I don't lift the dice cup within one second after he places his bet, it counts as my loss."

The Demonic Clown's eyes swiveled around, "As you command!"

"Let's begin. If the bet involves body parts, can I start with hair?"

Zhang Yi tapped the table. He wasn't going to make a big move right from the start; of course, he had to test the waters first.

The Demonic Clown spoke up, "The minimum bet is something worth 1 point! Your entire body, head to toe, is worth a total of 1000 points. So, your smallest possible bet would have to be your entire fingernail!"

Zhang Yi glanced at his left hand and said calmly, "Alright then. For the first round, I'll bet the fingernail on my left pinky."

Samba Miu lifted the corners of his mouth. "Very well. I'll start shaking the dice!"

He picked up the huge dice cup and began to shake it.

He didn't shake it fast. Instead, he deliberately made a lot of noise in front of Zhang Yi, as if using this atmosphere to pressure him.

If a person staked their body, even their very life, on the gambling table, their psychological defenses would inevitably be torn apart as time passed.

Samba Miu understood this very well. He was a seasoned gambler.

In the Nasha Kingdom, he especially loved hosting massive gambling parties, attracting wave after wave of ignorant gamblers to their doom.

He thoroughly enjoyed the taste of toying with people's hearts, especially watching those frantic gamblers. The sound of their desperate wails as they lost everything was the most beautiful music to him.

Zhang Yi watched him coldly.

"All Things Follow Traces, activate!"

His ability locked onto the dice cup. In his eyes, he saw overlapping images—the changes inside the dice cup two seconds into the future.

"Bang!"

The dice cup was slammed onto the table.

The image in Zhang Yi's eyes gradually solidified. He had already seen the result after the cup was lifted.

It was nine, Big!

Zhang Yi thought for a moment, staring warily at Samba Miu, "I bet Big!"

Samba Miu curled his lips and reached out to lift the dice cup. Seeing the numbers, he smiled.

"Your luck is pretty good. You won the very first round. Too bad you only bet a fingernail. If you'd bet your heart, you'd have already won 1000 points!"

Samba Miu's tone was dripping with temptation.

It was indeed very tempting, but Zhang Yi wasn't falling for it.

The rules on the gambling table couldn't be this simple.

At that moment, a scoreboard appeared beside the Demonic Clown, showing a score of "1" that Zhang Yi could understand.

"A cautious journey keeps the boat afloat for ten thousand years. On someone else's gambling table, I'd better be careful."

Zhang Yi said with a smile.

The second round began again. This time, Zhang Yi still won.

But his bet was still 1 point, so his total was now 2 points.

In the third round, Zhang Yi's bet increased.

This time, he staked all 2 points he had.

But unfortunately, he lost this round.

The good news was that Zhang Yi had lost on purpose.

He wasn't blindly revealing his ability.

If he won twice in a row, it could be attributed to luck, but winning a third time would definitely make Samba Miu suspicious of his ability.

So, he needed to bluff.

After three rounds, the situation on the gambling table returned to where it had started.

The smile on Samba Miu's face grew even wider.

"It seems you've been working for nothing? At this rate, you'll never be able to leave my Demon Casino!"

This sentence made Zhang Yi narrow his eyes sharply.

If he couldn't leave the casino, what would happen?

Clearly, there was one problem the casino hadn't explained.

If someone dragged into the game refused to play, what were the consequences?

What if the game was prolonged indefinitely?

Would something bad happen?

Once this thought surfaced in his mind, it was hard not to feel a little anxious, instinctively wanting to increase his bet.

Zhang Yi frowned slightly. He looked up at the Demonic Clown beside him, and then at the scoreboard that read "0."

This time, he slowly extended his left hand and placed it on the table.

"This round, I bet my left hand!"

The smile in Samba Miu's eyes grew deeper, his grin almost reaching his ears.

"Your left hand is worth 100 points!"

"Come on, let's begin!"

He started shaking the dice cup in his hand again, this time much faster, his eyes burning with fervor. The sound of the dice rattling inside the cup—"Clatter, clatter"—was like pouring boiling water into one's ears.

Zhang Yi stared intently at the dice cup, his fists unconsciously clenching on the table.

After a long wait, Samba Miu finally slammed the dice cup onto the table.

"Bets are placed, hands off!"

His massive figure loomed over the small man before him, his voice like a demon's whisper.

This time, Zhang Yi stared dead at the dice before him, but he didn't speak to place his bet on Big or Small for a long time. His clenched fists and complex eyes revealed his inner struggle.

Samba Miu's voice then rang out softly.

"In my casino, no one has ever walked out alive. Do you know why?"

"Because I have enough chips, so I can afford to lose countless times. So even in the fairest game, as long as it's played enough times, it will become a fifty-fifty situation."

"But I have 1000 points to use, while you only have your own body to bet. Can you guarantee that you'll keep winning throughout a 1000-point game?"

His smile grew more ferocious.

"The more you hesitate, the easier it is to die here. It's better to go all in at once—then you have a 50% chance of winning!"

"So, how about it? Want to raise the bet?"