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The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 63 - The Abyss of Gambling—Gambling Deity Ciel (3/3)
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“Four blanks! One live round!”
As the dealer’s announcement echoed, the crowd surged toward the left betting counter.
“No one has managed three consecutive wins today! Even two wins in a row are rare! Bet on the other guy for a guaranteed win!”
“All in!”
“Give me 100 pounds worth of ‘Top Hat’ tickets!”
Eight banners dropped from above. The opponent had also only placed a 50-pound bet. Since he had no chance of securing first turn, he wagered the bare minimum—50 pounds was the most cost-effective option.
Whether it was the gamblers at the table or the ones placing bets, they all shared the same thought.
The revolver was loaded, and it was once again handed to Ciel. Down below, Avena watched Ciel’s back, a trace of admiration flickering in her eyes.
Ciel had always done things that others would never dare imagine.
Whether it was delivering crucial intelligence, executing Sherlon, or stepping into the glass chamber to play Death Roulette, she had always been fearless.
That unwavering determination and calculated approach only made Avena’s opinion of her rise further.
Straightforward yet decisive—Avena found herself drawn to that.
How could someone who carefully planned everything and followed through with unwavering resolve not be admired?
Avena couldn’t help but wonder—if Ciel became a transcendent, just how far could she go?
Click—
Click—
Click—
Ciel’s movements grew smoother. She quickly pulled the trigger three times, aiming at herself. Then, just as she was about to squeeze the trigger for the fourth shot, she turned the gun toward the man in the black top hat seated across from her.
Bang—
A single shot rang out. A pool of blood spread instantly.
The man in the top hat didn’t even have time to react before his head exploded, half his face torn apart. He slumped backward, crashing onto the floor along with his chair.
“Young Lady”—8,100!!!
“Two consecutive wins! Miss ‘Young Lady,’ would you like to continue? Today’s record stands at three consecutive wins!”
“Continue.”
Ciel’s voice was calm.
Her composed response sent a wave of curses and grumbles through the audience. Nearly everyone had bet on her losing this round. Some had already lost upwards of 800 pounds, their faces turning red with frustration as they eagerly awaited the next match.
“Damn it, I don’t believe this!”
Some stormed toward the platform, eyeing the 8,100-pound prize pool, while others flocked to the left betting counter, doubling down on their bets.
As long as “Young Lady” lost this round, they could still turn things around! Still make back their losses!
The classic gambler’s delusion—I can win it back.
“Four blanks! One live round!”
They roared, eyes locked on the girl above as she raised the revolver once again, pressing it against her own head—only to shift her aim the next second, turning the barrel toward the “Braided Man” sitting across from her.
She chickened out?
She finally lost the nerve to fire at herself?!
Alright, this was it—the chance to turn things around!
Only one person had managed three consecutive wins today. There was no way it would happen again...
Bang—!
A burst of fire erupted from the black barrel. A bullet tore through the man’s neck, severing it completely. His head and body fell separately to the ground.
“Miss, your 100 pounds...”
The woman wearing the red chip mask at the betting counter nervously handed Avena a chip and continued, “Please return the ticket... I will give you back the chip...”
“No need.”
Avena shook her head. “Reinvest all of it.”
“Three consecutive wins!”
The dealer shouted excitedly from the platform, “Who would have thought! Today, Deton Manor’s Death Roulette has seen a second contestant achieve a three-win streak!”
“Who will challenge next?!”
Many people, upon hearing the shift to dynamic odds, had already grabbed their chips and rushed toward the right betting counter.
But before they could reach it, they saw a banner hanging beside the prize redemption area—”Tickets Sold Out.”
The 10,000-su-pound betting pool had been completely bought up?
“Damn it! I’m going to make her cough up every last pound!”
A bald man, his face twisted with anger, stormed toward the glass chamber.
“That’s ‘Bald Luke’!”
“I heard he spent a fortune at the Redemption Society buying potions to reinforce his bones! He might actually survive a shot!”
“Let’s go! That woman can’t possibly win again!”
The left betting counter was once again swarmed by gamblers. With their constant wagers, the odds slowly evened out.
0.50:0.50.
If Ciel won this round, Avena would siphon money away from the losing side and profit a clean 5,000 pounds!
Up on the platform, the next match began.
Ciel spun the revolver in her hand, while across from her, the bald man sat on a seat still stained with blood and bits of flesh.
Three bodies lay sprawled at his feet.
“Young Lady”—8,150!!!
“Baldie”—50!!!
“Let’s begin.”
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The bald man’s sharp gaze locked onto the girl sitting across from him.
8,200 pounds in chips—he had to win...
No one could stay lucky forever.
Click—
Like the ticking of a death clock, the girl aimed the gun at herself and pulled the trigger, producing a crisp, empty click.
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