Chapter 251: God of Gambling is back (c) (1/2)

Elliot knew what the old robot was thinking. In his eyes, Robert was like an open book. He smiled, moved his gaze from him so slowly that Robert felt as if Elliot had all the time in the world. Then, he started whistling while admiring the artificial environment. He was impressed by the high-end technology of the soul race. Everything here, from the sky to the hovering traits of land, was managed by towering pieces of technology surrounding them from all sides.

”Ah~what a wonderful place.”

Old Robert felt as if it was dreaming. It rubbed its eyes and then stared at him again, but he was still admiring the surrounding.

'What the fuck was going on?'

'Maybe this brat already believes that he won't win and has given up already!'

'Yes, that's very much likely to be the case!'

He came to such a conclusion in merely seven seconds.

Though, I was still feeling confused.

Why would someone give up without even trying to try his luck?

Was Elliot so rich that he didn't mind wasting 20 spirit points?

”What are you doing?”

Old Robert couldn't help but ask anyway.

He was just too curious.

”Giving you a handicap, bah.”

When Elliot told the old robot that he would do nothing for the first thirty seconds, Robert couldn't believe his ears. This was the first time it was hearing something like that. And when it finally managed to register and make sense of his words, his jaw opened wide loosely in disbelief.

He didn't want to show Elliot such an expression, but it was an automatic response of his system!

”You look as dumb as the type who helps count the money of the people who sell them to traffickers.”

While looking at the dumbfounded expression on the old robot, Elliot laughed leisurely.

”Hmph, I don't believe an arrogant brat like you is going to win even once,” the old robot snorted.

At this moment, Elliot wasn't even looking at the old robot, causing him to express a furious expression. He was staring at the digital clock, which finally hit the one-and-a-half-minute mark.

”30 seconds are up.”

To warm himself up, Elliot cracked his fingers.

”It's time to play.”

After bringing the ticket close to his face, he used the first five seconds to glance at the number on the ticket. He managed to memorize them with a single look. Then, he used the next minute staring at the rocks.

The old robot thought that Elliot would lose as he hadn't even picked a single stone, and only 25 seconds were left. A grin crept up to the corner of his soft and plastic lips, showing that he had already labeled Elliot as a fool that only knows how to waste spirit points, be a wasteful prodigal son, and a cash cow to vendors like him.

”Ting!”

When only fifteen seconds were left, Elliot picked up a stone and placed it on the empty iron plate attached to the gambling machine. Its backside showed the number 1, the first number on the ticket held in Elliot's free hand.