( anwhile, other rankers )
While Leo laughed like a giddy child in his lobby, there were so players who felt their guts being wrenched, as they had fallen deep into the gambling hole.
One of those players was ‘Spicy Ran’ who had chosen to play ‘Roulette’ as his first choice ga.
Initially, he had won 3 bets in a row of 5 levels each by wagering his free passes, to gain a total of 15 levels, however, emboldened by his first three wins he started to gamble with his actual level pool, putting up 10 levels at a ti to try and gamble for 10 levels with each spin.
“10 levels….. black”
Spicy Ran decided to wager 10 levels on black after watching the previous 3 spins which had all landed on red.
‘The probability of having red is nearly 49.5%, but to have it twice in a row is less than 25% and to have it thrice in a row is less than 12.5%, however, to have it four tis in a row is less than 6.25%.
This ans that there is a 94% probability of winning this bet’ Spicy Ran thought, as he watched the ball spin with bated breaths.
*Ching* *Cha-Ching*
No- 8 Red!
” *Ptui* ” coughing a mouthful of saliva in regret, Spicy Ran watched his 15 level gains fall to just 5 as his previous bet failed him big ti.
“10 levels….. black!”
Although he had just lost 10 levels, like a true gambler he decided to make the sa bet twice, because the probability of it happening 5 tis in a row was less than 3%.
No- 14 Red!
” *Ptui* *Ptui* ”
Spicy Ran coughed up blood this ti which he was forced to swallow back, because he had actually lost 5 levels because of his risky bet now.
His 5 level gains had now turned to -5, forcing him to keep gambling to recover his losses.
“20 levels on…. Black!!”
Like a complete degenerate gambler, Spicy Ran tried to recover all his losses in a single bet, as he doubled down and placed a big gamble on black.
‘It has to be black now…. 6 in a row is impossible–’ Spicy Ran thought, as he watched the roulette ball tumble with bated breath.
*Ching* *Cha-Ching*
No- 2 Red!
“WHAT THE FUCK—” Spicy Ran said, enraged as he could not believe his rotten luck.
The probability of the ball falling on red 6 tis in a row was less than 1.5%, yet it still happened.
“I’m down 25 levels now….. what the hell! This ga is rigged” Spicy Ran complained, as on one hand he felt a strong urge to call it a day and cut his losses at only 25 levels, however, on the other hand, he could not bear to lose close to 3 months worth of leveling hard work so stupidly.
“I can’t stop now…. I guess fortune only favors the bold….” Spicy Ran said, deciding to bet 50 levels on black, as in his head he felt like it would surely not land on red for a 7th ti in a row.
“50…. Black!” Spicy Ran said with a trembling voice, as he felt his heart beat out of his chest when he placed this bet.
On one hand, losing this single bet could kick him out of the top 10,000 rankers list and slap him down to becoming a middle ranked player, however, winning this bet would an that his losses would be recovered and he would also gain 25 levels in profit.
Closing his eyes, Spicy Ran began praying for the ball to fall on black, as he did not dare open his eyes until he heard the familiar sound of the ball settling on to the board.
*Ching* *Cha-Ching*
No- 32 Red!
To Spicy Ran’s utmost shock, the ball had landed on red for the seventh consecutive ti, causing his eyes to widen in disbelief, and his mouth to hang open like a fish out of water.
“What… in the… na of all things holy…” he stamred, feeling a mix of anger, shock, and a profound sense of betrayal.
“Seven tis? SEVEN? I can’t even win a coin toss this badly!”
His internal monologue spiraled into a frenzy. ‘Did the universe just decide to ss with today? Or is there so roulette deity laughing at my misery right now?’
He ran his hands through his hair, ssing it up even more. “I swear, if I find out who rigged this ga, I’m going to—” He stopped mid-rant, realizing he was alone and probably looked insane. “Alright, calm down, Spicy. Deep breaths. Think rationally. I an, it can’t keep landing on red, right? Right?!”
His mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each more ridiculous than the last. ‘Maybe I should start betting on red just to ss with the system. No, that’s how they get you. Maybe I need a lucky charm. Or a rabbit’s foot. Or a four-leaf clover. Or maybe I need to stop being an idiot and just quit.’
He looked at his remaining levels,(77) feeling a mixture of despair and a twisted sense of humor about the whole situation. “Do I cut my losses and live to gamble another day, or do I go full tilt and risk dropping to zero?” He laughed nervously, his voice echoing in the empty system room.
“Who am I kidding? I’ve got the luck of a three-legged dog in a pogo stick contest.” He muttered self-deprecatingly, as he faced the reality about his rotten luck.
“Okay, okay. I could stop now. I could be smart about this. But where’s the fun in that? No guts, no glory, right? Besides, what’s life without a little risk?”
Spicy Ran glanced back at the roulette table, his fingers twitching. “Alright, universe. You want to play gas? Let’s play gas. But first…” He looked around the room, checking for hidden caras or any sign of supernatural interference.
“Just in case, I’d like to formally apologize to any roulette gods I may have offended. Please, just let have this one—” he said, praying to every deity that he rembered from back Earth as he played a final bet of 77 levels all at once.
“77….. black!” he said, feeling his heart drop to a standstill as he watched the roulette ball spin around the table.
“Well, here goes nothing. Or everything. Probably everything. But hey, at least it’ll be a hell of a story.” Spicy Ran said, as he watched the ball falling to 17 black to his absolute relief.
17 black!
“I won? I won?….. HAHAHAHAHA I WON! I WON IT ALL BACK…. We are back in business baby!” Spicy Ran celebrated as he regained 77 levels at once.
“I told you fortune favors the bold…. I told you!” he shouted to nobody as he slapped his chest in needless pride.
“Ti to start playing with 25 levels at once now” he muttered, rubbing his hands as he placed a bet for 25 levels on black yet again like a degenerate gamble who was high on his first big winnings.
Unfortunately, while he had narrowly avoided going bankrupt just now, gambling in itself was not a sustainable practice in the long term, as the house always won in the end.
Unfortunately for Spicy Ran and many other players like him, they were about to learn this lesson the hard way, since the event was 6 hours long… which was too long a ti in gambling.
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