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Kakegurui: Ten Wins, No Losses

Greyhounds
Private Hyakkaou Academy, with the student council at the top, has a class system dominated by "gambling". Whether it is wealth or honor, it can become a bargaining chip in the gambling game. The winner is in heaven, and the loser is in hell. Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's younger brother, [Traveler] Ayanokouji Kiyohei, stepped into this campus today, determined to change the class system of this academy so that the lower class people can also stand up! He relies on two things, sufficient money, and a system that can guarantee ten consecutive bottoms. It's just... In the process of revolution, there will always be some small problems. "Saotome Meiari, you guy, don't ask me to borrow money anymore! How many times have you lost and still want to get your money back?" "Jabami Yumeko, a gambler can't get the house! I said I won't gamble with you, and you squatting on the ground pretending to be good is the same!" "And you, Ikishima Midari, stop playing with revolvers! If you want to play, I will teach you another Russian roulette." ------------------------- If you’d like to support my work, check out my: patreon.com/Greyhounds
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