Chapter 13 How can a gambler lose every day?

Just in case, Loen chose a safe start as usual.

On the contrary, Hecate on the opposite side showed her aggressiveness as soon as she made a move. After a few moves, it was basically a bloody fight every time.

Hiss, what a fierce chess move...

Moreover, judging from the skillful moves, this was not a momentary impulse, but a chain of attacking strategies.

Obviously, in order to avenge her previous defeats, this gambling goddess must have played chess with others in private many times. During this period, she has developed her own set of playing methods and evolved into a complete one.

Faced with the situation of a decisive battle right at the start, Loen felt pressured. He immediately lowered his eyes and concentrated on examining the stalemate on the chessboard and the orderly moves of the pieces.

In the face of the opponent's vigorous attack, in order to avoid making mistakes as much as possible, he adopted the strategy of cutting flesh with a soft knife, using techniques such as sticking, clinging and blocking, and nibbled away at the opponent step by step.

Gradually, Hecate also felt the pressure, and her brows unconsciously furrowed, but she walked faster and faster, constantly shortening the reaction time left for her opponent.

The human brain's reaction and computing power are not as good as those of the gods. Now Hecate has learned the tactic of extreme pressure without any instruction.

Now it was Loen's turn to sweat profusely.

"The time is almost up, haven't you made up your mind yet?"

Hecate pointed to the hourglass on the table that was almost empty, and urged with a smile.

"If you don't leave now, you're going to lose."

Loen didn't have time to think too much, and was forced to move the chess piece.

But as we all know, the probability of making mistakes in a hurry increases dramatically.

Soon, Loen fell into a completely passive position and had to engage in a bloody exchange tactic with the fiercely attacking Hecate.

Even though he was extremely careful and kept trying to take back the initiative, Hecate did not give him any chance.

After a stalemate of half an hour, Loen lost all his territory and almost all his chess pieces were shaved off. He could only push down the "king" representing victory or defeat and raised his hands helplessly.

"You win..."

Having won the first battle, a satisfied smile appeared on Hecate's beautiful face and she stretched out her hand gracefully.

"So, what do I deserve?"

Loen thought about it, rolled up his sleeves, took off a string of rune bracelets from his wrists, and threw them to the opposite side.

After receiving the spoils, Hecate raised the corners of her lips in pleasure, looked at her debtor playfully, and asked "kindly".

"We were almost there just now, do you want to continue?"

“Come again!”

Loen's face darkened and he gritted his teeth to fight back.

There is no child who cries every night, and there is no gambler who loses every day!

After all, I have thousands of years of competitive experience on my shoulders. Can't I turn the game around before I lose all my chips?

I don’t believe it!

Having made up his mind, Loen rolled the dice again according to the procedure, chose the order, and fought against the Dark Moon Goddess again.

Having tasted the sweetness, Hecate still adopted the previous tactics of exchanging pieces and extreme pressure.

Faced with the wave after wave of attacks on the chessboard, Loen racked his brains and struggled to hold on.

But after Hecate had settled down for a few years, the iterative and updated style of play was obviously not so easy to deal with.

No matter how stubborn Loen was, he continued to lose in the next few games. He was pressed on the chessboard and rubbed and beaten repeatedly, and he could only stand firm with his neck stiff.

“Come again!”

"I'm sorry, you've lost seven games in a row. You should settle your debt first."

Hecate held down the chessboard and reminded with a smile.

Be willing to accept defeat.

In order to have a chance to turn the tables, Loen had to pay the lost money first.

After searching her body, two secret code rings, a bronze dagger and a crystal necklace were taken to pay off the debt.

These are basically all the assets that Loen has saved in recent years.

But even so, it is still not enough.

Three things are missing...

Loen hesitated for a moment, and seemed to have made up his mind. He first took off his coat and shirt, and finally pulled off his trousers, finally collecting seven chips.

Hecate patted the spoils stacked beside her with satisfaction, and her beautiful eyes looked at the victim opposite her who had lost everything but his underwear, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.

At this moment, a cold wind blew, and some of the gamblers who were too excited calmed down and began to back down.

"I think it's not a good idea to be naked in the temple of Hecate. How about we..."

"Don't worry, she won't mind."

The true owner of the temple waved his hand generously, not minding this so-called "disrespect", but enthusiastically cast the dice first, announcing the start of a new round of the game.

As the God of Fun who represents [a certain game], [randomness] and [happiness], other people's embarrassment is undoubtedly a kind of enjoyment for her.

——Especially an opponent who has used tricks to defeat you.

Faced with the goddess's strong invitation, Loen, who was unable to break free from his seat, had no choice but to bite the bullet and re-arrange his troops and start again.

Then, without a doubt, I lost another game.

As the dust settled, Hecate propped up her chin with one hand and stared at the opposite side with a smile, waiting with great interest for her opponent to remove the last piece of fig leaf.

Like a humiliated little white rabbit, Loen spread out his hands tremblingly and took out something to pay off the debt.

Hecate looked at the slightly curly silver hair on the table, and the smile on her face froze.

——A hair?

"Aren't you being too shameless?" As the creditor, the Dark Moon Goddess felt a little uncomfortable for a moment, and the sound of grinding teeth could be heard faintly from under her veil.

"If I lose, I will give what I have, but what I give is up to me."

Loen raised his hand to fiddle with a strand of silver hair hanging from his forehead, and leisurely reiterated the conditions before the start of the game. The humiliation he had previously pretended to have on his face was replaced by an innocent smile.

"I paid the gambling chips in full accordance with the rules. Please don't slander my innocence out of thin air."

"You'll meet all requests, but never give people what they really want!"

Hecate frowned and sneered, exposing someone's ugly face with one word.

I'm afraid this guy had planned it out from the very beginning and had no intention of honestly fulfilling his promise.

Under Hecate's contemptuous gaze, Lorne spread his hands and blinked sincerely.

"If you think this game is unfair, why not stop playing?"

“…”

After a brief silence, Hecate gritted her teeth and threw the dice in her hand angrily.

"continue!"

Uh-huh, I took the bait.

Lorne raised the corners of his lips in pleasure, a smile that showed no surprise on his face.

Because, this is what a gambler is.

For them, winning or losing is not important.

The biggest punishment is to not allow them to continue gambling.

But once it continues without restraint, even the most skilled gambler will eventually lose everything.

What's more, as the banker, I seem to have a lot of chips.

(End of this chapter)