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    Taking the lead, the lean man mmed his cup on the table, lifting it with a flourish. “Triple ones—adds up to three!” he dered, his grin stretching wide with self-satisfaction. “That means you lose.”


    With practiced calm, Christina set her cup down with a clean thud right beside his. She leaned in, not at all rattled.


    “You might want to hold your apuse.”


    Around them, the crowd hunched closer, every eye fixed on the table. No one could imagine beating three ones—the lowest roll there was.


    “She thinks she can win with a lower roll than triple ones? She’s lost her mind.”


    “She’s just stalling—she knows there’s no way out.”


    “If you’re beaten, own it. Faking confidence is pointless now.”


    “Dragging it out will just make your embarrassment worse. What is she thinking?”


    Confidence in her chances was almost nonexistent among the onlookers. Nobody could imagine a roll lower than triple ones. Even if she matched it, the house still imed victory.


    “Let’s see it, then. This round’s mine—no suspense left.” The lean man leaned in, unable to contain his excitement.


    Unbothered, Christina held her serene smile.


    With every pair of eyes watching, she gently raised the cup—and when the dice finally came into view, the space froze in stunned disbelief. A collective gasp sliced through the air. For a moment, everyone wondered if magic had taken over. A wless stack of dice stood upright, only the top face visible—one bright red dot.


    “She scored a single point! She actually beat him!”


    “That’s something I’ve only seen in movies—never in person!”


    “Bncing dice is hard enough, but getting every face to line up? How in the world did she manage that?”


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    A second wave of astonishment swept the crowd. Every face on those dice lined up with impossible precision. Had she not shaken the cup right in front of everyone, nobody would have believed it wasn’t rigged.


    The lean man’s jaw dropped, disbelief twisting his features. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost.


    He used her, eximing, “N-no! There’s no way! You must have swapped the dice! They’ve got to be glued together or something!”


    Desperation sent him lunging for the dice, eager to prove foul y—if only to im victory by default.


    Instead of stopping the lean man, Christina watched withpleteposure while he inspected the dice.


    Turning each die over and inspecting every side, the lean man searched for evidence of a trick, but the dice came apart easily—there was nothing suspicious. Confusion tightened his features.


    “How… how did she do this?” he whispered, utterly bewildered.


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