Upon learning about Marcina's task, Cyclone couldn't help but chuckle wryly.

Wasn't this just his bread and butter?

As he thought so, Cyclone realized that he hadn't gambled in a long time.

While games of life and death kept coming his way, all were situations Cyclone was forced into against his will.

But when it came to gambling, Cyclone would gladly oblige.

He didn't mind staking his own money.

Unlike Cyclone, Gray seemed hesitant, while Onigashima laughed confidently.

"Alright! I'm good to go!!"

"G-Gambling... I'm not very good at it..."

It seemed Gray was afraid he would lose all his money and that's why he hesitated.

But before Cyclone could speak, Onigashima said, "No need to worry! With me around, I'll win back everything you lose!!"

And so, they reached a consensus and set off together for the underground casino run by heathens.

Each person received ten gold coins from Marcina.

"Alright! Let's split up!!"

As if he was a boss giving orders, Onigashima took the lead and headed for the sic bo arena.

Sic bo, a game of betting on big or small.

With just three dice, the banker would roll different combinations.

If the players could guess the number of dice in the vessel, they would win.

The easiest to guess was big or small—over eleven was big and under ten was small.

It all depended on luck, on guessing the surface numbers correctly.

This simple game could bring immense joy.

Of course, most of the time, players lost their money.

Because the casino needed to make a profit, they had to sustain themselves and couldn't let players win every time.

So, the bankers rolling the dice would inherently manipulate the game to some extent.

Cyclone knew how it worked very well.

In situations where wins and losses occurred, as long as most players were willing to continue playing, the casino would profit without any risk, continuously making money.

Unfortunately, this time they were here to help Marcina make money, so Cyclone chose not to participate.

They arrived at the area of the casino where most people gathered to watch.

There, Cyclone found his favorite game.

Poker, played between players.

Using specific shared cards and randomly distributed private cards, they competed with various combinations to determine the winner.

The gameplay wasn't just simple; it wasn't solely based on luck.

Because now money came from winning against other players, the casino only charged an entrance fee, allowing players to have full control over each game.

With the rules being simple, when your opponent also understood, the game truly began.

Players competed against each other with pure skill and psychological tactics, which Cyclone always sought in excitement.

Thinking about this, Cyclone remembered someone's game.

Cabellus' "Duel," honestly, Cyclone didn't quite understand the rules of that game.

It's not that the gameplay couldn't be innovative; it's necessary to break free from convention in design.

But for a player like Cyclone, the simpler the game rules, the more interesting it became.

Why?

Because simplicity allowed everyone to quickly grasp the game, attracting a myriad of skilled players.

Only such games could endure and continue to captivate over time.

If the opportunity arises next time, maybe he should discuss his thoughts with him~

With his contemplation done, morning had arrived.

Having played all night, Cyclone's strength had been perfectly displayed.

As if rediscovering past joys, finding pleasure in gambling, all the hardships became a thing of the past.

"How did it go?"

Marcina looked at the over five hundred gold coins in Cyclone's hand.

"It seems you earned quite a bit this time~ but now many people are eyeing you angrily~"

"Well~"

In a moment of pride, Cyclone became forgetful and didn't hold back.