The bright moon hung high.
On the rooftop of an inn in Liyue, a woman with black hair and emerald-green eyes stood vigilantly, surveying her surroundings.
Unfortunately, aside from a few stray cats, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
She was Yelan.
Raising her right arm—clad in a black glove—she stared at the jade bangle glowing faintly on her wrist.
The bangle had originally been part of a pair. During her last interception of the mutated magical beast hide, one of them had been seized by the Fatui.
Within the jade was a miniature elemental formation. The two bangles were linked through it, allowing long-distance communication.
Still, out of caution, after the transmission ended, Yelan flipped onto the rooftop to confirm whether this had been an enemy's trick.
"Was that voice really my ancestor's?"
"Or was it a Fatui scheme?"
At last, the furrow in her brow eased.
Whether it was her ancestor or not, she would investigate The Chasm tonight.
She stretched lazily, like an elegant cat.
As her arms lifted, smooth, pale skin was briefly revealed beneath the moonlight.
Her Vision emitted a faint glow as Hydro energy flowed around her body.
Unfurling her wind glider, she caught the night breeze from the rooftop and flew toward The Chasm.
By now, large-scale mining operations in The Chasm had already ceased. Only a handful of small mining companies remained, extracting rare metals.
Along the way, Yelan encountered only a few adventurers and some Treasure Hoarders.
When she reached the agreed location, it was completely deserted.
Left with no other choice, she activated the ancestral technique and transmitted her voice through the jade bangle.
"Ancestor… where are you?"
After a brief wait, a reply came.
"I am in the heavens."
Yelan lifted her gaze to the star-filled sky.
A meteor streaked across the firmament, plunging downward at incredible speed.
It crashed into a pile of rocks not far from her.
The meteor's surface cracked apart, revealing its core.
Yelan retrieved it and washed it clean with Hydro energy—
It was a die.
What astonished her most was that this die contained four different elemental powers: Anemo, Electro, Geo, and Cryo.
Joy surged through her heart.
As far as she knew, the Fatui had no technology capable of fusing four elements into a single artifact.
That meant her ancestor truly had responded.
"This die must be the great opportunity my ancestor left behind… but how is it used?"
She closed her palm around it.
Her ancestor's will surged forth from the die and poured into her consciousness.
When Yelan opened her eyes again, understanding dawned.
The message explained that this was a Fortune Die, capable of altering one's luck.
Each day, the first roll determined that day's fortune.
If the result was an odd number, everything that day would go poorly.If the result was an even number, fortune would favor all her endeavors.
In short—odd numbers brought misfortune, even numbers brought good luck.
"Whether it truly works… I'll find out by trying."
Yelan tossed the Fortune Die into the air, catching it just before it hit the ground.
She opened her hand.
The upward face showed six dots.
"An even number—and the highest even at that. Six."
"That means my luck today is exceptional."
First, she obtained the Fortune Die left by her ancestor.
Then she rolled a six.
Wasn't that proof of overflowing luck?
Still, she wanted further confirmation.
So she returned to the city and headed to Yanshang Teahouse.
Despite its name, Yanshang Teahouse was not a place for tea.
It was a casino.
And Yelan was its true master.
In the past, it had been controlled by Tartaglia—until she seized it from him.
After years of operation, it had grown into Liyue's largest gambling house.
Of course, Yelan didn't control it merely for entertainment.
Every year, she extracted critical intelligence from gamblers who passed through.
The information about the mutated magical beast, for instance, had come from a Fatui member who lost everything here and was forced to sell secrets to pay off his debts—allowing her to intercept the shipment precisely.
But today, Yelan truly came to gamble.
She altered her appearance and voice with disguise techniques and strode openly into Yanshang Teahouse.
The interior was ablaze with lights.
From time to time came bursts of manic laughter—or heart-wrenching sobs.
Here, some became rich overnight, rising into Liyue's elite and changing their fate.
Others lost everything and fell into destitution.
This was the cruel reality of Yanshang Teahouse.
Yelan liked this place.
She liked its cruelty.
Every failed gambler carried a twisted story.
She liked those stories.
Because the next time she operated abroad, she could use these lives as disguises.
"This young master looks unfamiliar."
A server approached with a polite smile.
It was a subtle inquiry into her identity.
Only well-known figures or wealthy merchants were allowed inside.
The poor would be thrown out.
"What—outsiders aren't allowed to play?"
As she spoke, Yelan produced a heavy pouch of Mora—several hundred thousand at least.
The server's eyes lit up immediately.
"Please, right this way!"
While most players here carried millions of Mora, several hundred thousand was still no small amount.
Even if she was unfamiliar, the server seated her at a table without hesitation.
After all, people like this came often—only to lose money.
At the table, the other gamblers were secretly delighted.
Another clueless country bumpkin, delivering money right to them.
They were seasoned professionals. While not divine masters, dealing with an outsider like this would be effortless.
Their only concern was whether she had enough Mora for them to fleece.
The game was Big–Medium–Small.
1–2: Small3–4: Medium5–6: Big
Once everyone was ready, the dealer picked up the dice cup and began to shake.
After a rapid clatter, he slammed it onto the table.
Bets were placed.
Following her intuition, Yelan pushed all her Mora onto Small.
The others, relying on experience, bet on Big or Medium.
When the bets were locked, the dealer lifted the cup.
"One point. Small!"
"Gentlemen—thank you."
Yelan took all their chips.
"Hey, don't you dare leave!" one gambler snarled.
"Let's see how much you can win from me today!"
They continued.
Ten rounds later, despair consumed them all.
With ten consecutive wins, Yelan stripped them of every last Mora.
She had entered with only a few hundred thousand Mora.
Now—
She held one hundred million.
And throughout those ten rounds, she had wagered purely on instinct.
Yet every result matched her guess exactly.
This was the terrifying power of the Fortune Die.
At last, she truly believed—
This artifact left behind by her ancestor could indeed change a person's fate.
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