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    “Epic?! She’s Epic?! This plot twist is absolutely wild!”


    “Her game’s unreal—she beat Noah with the Skyfall Shuffle 2.0!”


    “Has anyone actually seen Epic’s face? Somebody confirm this please!”


    “No wonder I worship her—she’s a damn legend!”


    “How many alter egos does she have? I swear, standing near her makes me feel like a nobody.”


    The Miller n didn’t move an inch. They just stared at Christina like she’d turned into a myth.


    Was it true? Was Christina really… Epic?


    Kurt’s old eyes shimmered, his hand shaking on the cane like he’d just seen a miracle.


    If she really was Epic, then it meant Kurt had lived long enough to see the legend in the flesh.


    Robin looked calm on the outside, but inside? His heart was a whirling hurricane.


    In that instant, every single eye in the room snapped straight to Christina. The entire crowd froze solid, waiting for her answer like it was a lifeline.


    The moment Christina had thrown down the gauntlet with the Skyfall Shuffle challenge, she had already ditched the mask and stopped hiding her real identity.


    “You got that right,” Christina replied, her voice perfectly calm and totally confident. “I’m Epic.”


    While she talked, she casually pressed her hand t against the Joker card on the table, grinding it hard like she didn’t even notice what she was doing.


    When she finally lifted her hand, the card they had painstakingly pieced back together was nothing but a pile of gray dust.


    Before the stunned crowd could even manage a gasp, Christina swiped her hand across the felt, pulling all the fine powder into a neat little heap.


    She pped her hands together sharply, once, then immediately pped the table with a quick, unbelievably smooth movement.


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    A small, utterly defiant smirk yed on Christina’s lips. It was cocky andpletely unrestrained, as if everyone else in the room were invisible background noise.


    With everyone watching, their jaws practically on the floor, she slowly, dramatically, lifted her hand.


    And there, lying t, was the Joker, perfectly whole again, like it had been resurrected from the grave.


    A loud, unified gasp exploded from the crowd. Chairs flew backward as people jumped to their feet, pure, raw excitement surging through them like electricity.


    It was true. She was really Epic, the undisputed living legend who ruled the entire gambling universe.


    At that moment, the entire venue—and the livestream—erupted into pandemonium.


    “Oh my God! She’s Epic! She’s really Epic! I can’t believe it—Epic is a woman, and she’s breathtaking!”


    “I actually insulted her earlier—I am so wrong! Epic’s been my idol forever!”


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