Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

After poring over an entire page of incomprehensible diagrams and formulas in the guidebook, Genza says:
- I get it. Ten spins and zero wins, which means the chance of winning is zero out of ten. But that can't be right, there must be some strategy I'm missing? - he says, scratching his head.

Camistella sighed softly. Despite her love for her power, she didn't particularly want anyone to see it.

“So, the results are in, Master Asmidul,” the Lunarian grimaced. “My colleague’s report has been fully confirmed. You have a quite powerful cursed aura. Your house also has one, but it’s less significant, probably transferred from you, but keep in mind that the latter statement is just a theory, put together “by eye.” Considering everything said, what can you tell me now?”

Just in case, Camistella took a slightly more combat-ready stance, fearing that the young man would now exclaim “death to the living, glory to the dead!” and start fighting for himself and the Haranian Empire. Although he clearly didn’t possess magic and didn’t have significant physical strength.

- It's just a matter of luck, - the red one explained to him, - but it tends to recharge with each new attempt, so the more attempts there are, the higher the chance. And it also likes boldness, so the odds can increase depending on the size of the bet.

- Humu-humu, - after carefully listening to the long-eared creature, Genz covers the second sheet with new calculations, then says. - Sounds quite plausible. Well, let's check.
His index and middle fingers deftly pick up a fifty.
- A dark one, please. To match one of my acquaintances.

- Sigh. Not even close, - he commented, spreading his hands. - I guess I need to get stronger, but how? Maybe I should get some money. Find some rich lady with a mansion and win her heart, and then multiply our wealth many times over.