The situation changed abruptly; it had bet on small three times in a row, but the dice cup kept rolling a big.
Although each bet was not large, the feeling of loss pricked its newly established confidence.
The anxiety from its heart surged forth again.
"Next time... surely I'll win it back next time." It murmured to itself, the bloodshot in its eyes deepening.
This time, it pushed forward an amount equivalent to one-fifth of its total chips.
A considerable sum, trying to recoup the previous continuous losses in one go.
It believed that the probability of losing four times in a row was small; this time it should win.
The dice cup opened, and it lost again!
Wo Wen's body visibly trembled, its gaze briefly out of focus.
Then a surge of rage fire rushed to its head; almost instinctively, it doubled the chips it had just bet and pushed them out aggressively.
The motion carried an air of hysterical ruthlessness.
The dice cup opened again, and it still wasn't the number it bet.
