After the second round of betting concluded, there was a mix of joy and frustration at Abigail's betting table.

Winners were on cloud nine, feeling like they had struck gold, while losers were kicking themselves for their choices.

"Damn it! I didn't think that guy would lose so badly. I should've gone with Number 36 from the start!"

"I only have myself to blame! I lost a whole bottle of Zen Pellets for nothing!"

"Same here. I lost all my loot in one fell swoop!"

"Hmph! I told you to bet on Number 36, but no one listened. Now we've got to pay the price!"

Amidst the collective groans, a jarring voice broke through the noise. All heads turned toward a man dressed in gray.

He strode arrogantly with a longsword strapped to his back. In his hand, he tightly gripped a fistful of celestial stones he had just won from his bets.

"Hey! Looks like you made quite a haul earlier," someone piped up.

"Nah, just a dozen or so. But if I had more capital, I'd have gone all in. I could've won ev