It was a slot machine, but one with a staggering twenty-four reels. Normally, hitting a jackpot with three identical symbols was almost miraculous, yet each of its twenty-four reels featured four hundred and eighty different symbols, and its rotation speed was as high as a hundred kilometers per hour. Perhaps this machine was placed here more for decorative purposes, but now, the large screen actually began to spin.
Just three identical symbols would multiply one's wealth tenfold, but as Seiya's fingers continuously pressed the buttons, one seven, two sevens, four sevens, eight sevens, and finally, twenty-four sevens appeared. After a brief silence, cheers even louder than those for the godly youth earlier erupted from behind him. The immense roar, both inside and out, even penetrated several walls; throughout the entire building, all the gamblers could be heard cheering for the legendary gambler who had achieved a miracle.
The Super Supreme Invincible Grand Prize—such an ostentatious name—appeared before them just like that.
"How did you do it?" the godly youth asked.
He was certain that the Seiya before him didn't possess Authorities similar to his own, nor did he have any mystical rituals or magical artifacts to increase wealth. Yet, he had achieved this miracle, surpassing his own fortune at the last moment.
"Super simple. Memorize every one of their patterns, then use your super dynamic visual acuity supplemented by super brain-nerve reaction speed, and then simply press the button," Seiya said with a snap of his fingers, picking up the drink handed to him from the side. After a light sip, he pursed his lips. "I'm not much of a connoisseur; they all taste pretty much the same to me."
Seiya's lips curled up slightly, not because he had won a large sum of money, but simply because the cheers from behind him put him in a good mood.
The godly youth smiled faintly. His slender eyes narrowed further, and his lips curved.
His inner desire for conflict had been thoroughly ignited by Seiya. Though his posture was elegant, his gaze was sharp enough to be assessing the very quality of Seiya as a human. His overall demeanor was less that of a peerless god of gamblers and more like some existence transcending humanity.
The cumulative amount the two had won had reached a sum that would make even tycoons see red. At this moment, the manager in the surveillance room suddenly trembled. Despite analyzing them with dozens of surveillance screens alongside his subordinates, they couldn't decipher any method of cheating. It was as if the hand of Hades itself was manipulating fortune.
And at that very instant, as if the monitored youth had sensed it, he met the manager's gaze through the camera.
"Are you telling me they were just completely lucky? That we've run into magicians?" The manager frowned at his subordinate who had made the analysis. Then, he picked up his walkie-talkie. "Bring them to me... If they refuse? Then drag them here by force. Since they cheated, breaking their hands and feet is also fine."
Two gamblers from afar, cheating their way through – perhaps it would be overlooked elsewhere. But this was Italy, the Mafia, the Lucchese family's territory.
At this moment, the security guards, having received the order to act, all wore vicious smiles.
A security guard in a suit and tie had already approached Seiya. Just as he raised his hand to grab him, his wrist was caught by Seiya in a reverse grip. In the instant the guard hesitated, Seiya gently tugged his arm forward. He didn't use much force, but the guard, losing his balance, stumbled and fell to the ground.
Meanwhile, even sharper screams came from nearby. The two security guards who had approached the godly youth were now on the ground, their arms and legs bent backwards at unnatural ninety-degree angles, wailing in agony. Only then did Seiya raise an eyebrow, taking a longer look at his friend. A terrifying ferocity was hidden beneath that white-robed youth's appearance.
"My Lord once said, those who reach out to harm others should be punished tenfold. To shatter their spine and gouge out their sinews—is this not the most just punishment?" The godly youth clapped his hands. Then, after a few seconds of silence, the atmosphere in the entire casino changed instantly.
His eyes held an extremely strong sense of arrogance; they were a pair of very cold eyes.
What kind of person possessed such a gaze?
A stern and majestic gaze. This is a warrior—Seiya confirmed it once again.
"A god who can speak such words must be one known for tyranny and ferocity," Seiya mused, becoming even more certain that the youth before him was a warrior of an unknown foreign god. He lowered his head and grasped the necklace at his neck. Facing a warrior of a foreign deity, he couldn't afford to fall behind.
"Goddess of wisdom, benevolent and merciful, we implore you! Save us from the hands of our enemies, inspire us, help us surpass our foes, show us the path to victory, that we may triumph in your holy name!"
While reciting the prayer, as if by premonition, he sidestepped an attack from a delicately-figured girl in white gauze who had approached from behind. He ruthlessly knocked the dagger from her hand and then, as she knelt on the ground, he handed the wine glass he had been holding back to her.
"Compared to fighting, I feel this suits you better."
—Naples, Italy.
At this moment, beneath a withered olive tree, a deity wearing a cat-ear knit cap looked up as if sensing something. Was it an illusion? But in that instant, she seemed to have heard an ancient prayer reach her ears.
Could it be that in this materialistic and decadent world, there are still warriors who hold devout faith in me?
—Cagliari, Sardinia.
Erica was on her phone, communicating with her capable young maid. She had already found out their current whereabouts: inside Sardinia's largest casino. This time, she had to catch him. Just as she was confidently rushing towards her destination, she suddenly saw a U-shaped building ahead erupt in a burst of fire.
She was stunned, because that building seemed to be her destination.
Erica felt as if she were being toyed with by the Goddess of Fate. Every time she thought she was about to catch her target, an unexpected mishap would occur.
Amidst the shattering glass, a youth, once again clad in a white robe, landed on the ground, holding an iron chain. In the chaotic crowd, only a green Aston Martin DBS was parked at the entrance. Seiya looked up and waved at him.
The godly youth didn't even ask where the sports car had come from, because it was undoubtedly "borrowed" from inside the casino. When Seiya floored the accelerator, the car sped off under the gaze of countless onlookers. Only from the corner of his eye did he catch the wild figure of a girl in a red dress, running frantically in high heels.
She seemed to want to say something to him. Is she an adoring fangirl? But Seiya merely smiled politely. Making girls fall for oneself was also a kind of sin. Soon, they shot off like a green arrow, exceeding a hundred miles per hour.
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