episode_0264

Degurrr.

Tension-free gazes followed Ho Cheon-an’s dice. Is there anything less fun than betting with the outcome already determined?

Everyone just looked at Ho Cheon-an calmly even though the die he threw came up 16.

“Next.”

When the second newcomer threw the dice, boos poured in.

“Is the best you can do is pick 2!”

“He can’t even throw dice properly!”

Dokgo Iseol’s subordinates paid more attention to the number of dice of the new scholar than to the dice of Ho Cheon-an. It was a foregone conclusion that Hocheonan would lose anyway, so it was their interest to see which newcomer would defeat Hocheonan.

“Newbies! If you don’t finish in your line and come to our turn, I’ll give you a taste of hell!”

“Roll with your soul!”

“Hahahaha!”

Dokgo Iseol’s subordinates giggled and put pressure on the newcomers. Dokgo Iseol also allowed his subordinates to express their feelings.

Anyway, there are nineteen new people.

It was realistically impossible to win 19 times in a row in a simple game of luck where you roll the dice without even having to calculate probabilities.

Ho Cheon-an rolled the dice again.

Degurrr.

“3?”

“Wow, I lived a narrow life.”

Dokgo Iseol looked at Ho Cheon-an, who had won by one number twice in a row. Even though it was clear that the situation was tense, Ho Cheon-an’s eyes did not waver one bit.

“Hmph, I’ll admit at least one distribution.”

“But let’s see how long I can hold out.”

Dokgo Iseol’s lips, covered by a fan, slowly drew an arc. In my mind, I was already thinking of Dokgo as his subordinate, so I couldn’t help but laugh every time Ho Cheon-an showed his spirit.

Degurrr.

“Ten days!”

“Ha, is there another number difference?”

And that laugh.

He disappeared after seeing Ho Cheon-an win by just one number until the sixth game.

“That guy…”

“No way…”

Dokgo Iseol’s subordinates also sensed something strange and became quiet. Dokgo Iseol’s subordinates, who were making a fuss, looked at Ho Cheon-an and the newcomer with cautious eyes.

In a heavy atmosphere, the seventh newcomer rolled the dice.

Degurrr.

“Nineteen!”

Although the numbers were high, there was tension in the bar instead of cheers. Everyone’s eyes focused on Ho Cheon-an’s fingertips. Even though the atmosphere of the bar had completely changed, Ho Cheon-an looked at the dice with indifferent eyes that did not waver for a moment…

Degurrr.

rolled it

Everyone in the bar stared at the rolling dice.

Each of the six newcomers rolled the dice once, and the results of the dice were all different. However, Ho Cheon-an won by only one number.

Is that really a coincidence? Or is it skill?

‘It is impossible to perfectly control the eyes of those dice.’

That’s what Dokgo Iseol’s subordinates thought as they watched the dice rolling.

The difference between the commonly used six-sided dice and the icosahedral dice is not simply that they have more eyes. Unlike the six-sided dice, which formed right angles, the icosahedral dice were almost circular.

Above all, the numbers of the icosahedral dice were completely mixed. For example, with a six-sided die, even if you cannot draw an exact 6, it is possible to some extent to make an arrangement that allows you to draw a high number. In the end, there are only six possible numbers, so you can take at least one more number into consideration.

But the icosahedral die is not like that at all.

A dice that comes out with a completely different number even if it is slightly off.

That was a 20-sided die.

however.

Ho Cheon-an won six games in a row with a margin of 1.

Was that really intentional?

This was something that could be found out in this edition.

In order to win 19, you had to get the highest number, 20. If 20 appears in this edition…

After thinking that far, Dokgo Iseol’s subordinates saw the dice stop and read their eyes.

The icosahedral die stopped and the number on top was…20.

“…It doesn’t make sense.”

Someone among the new recruits muttered that.

One of Dokgo Iseol’s subordinates thought while listening to the newbie’s mesmerized muttering.

If all the eyes pulled out so far were thanks to Hocheonan’s skills…

How does this bet work out?

While everyone was looking at Ho Cheon-an blankly, Ho Cheon-an’s mouth opened.

“Next.”

There was an egregious silence inside the bases.

Next the rookie threw the dice. 11 came out, and the die that Ho Cheon-an threw was 12.

“Next.”

Only Ho Cheon-an’s indifferent voice rang out in the bar, which had become deathly quiet.

14 came out and 15 came out.

8 came out and then 9 came out.

Ho Cheon-an won and won again.

The only time the winning streak was stopped was when the last rookie drew 20.

“There is a draw. What do you plan to do in this case?”

Hocheonan looked at Dokgo Iseol on the second floor. Dokgo Iseol was silent for a moment and then answered.

“Throw the dice again and compete.”

The rookie rolled the dice again with a swarthy face…and an 8 came out.

“Ah…!”

Someone’s lament rang out. As expected, the result was the same.

Even though Ho Cheon-an had not yet rolled the dice, everyone on base predicted the result and the eye of the dice that Ho Cheon-an would roll.

Degurrr.

Someone swallowed dryly as they looked at the dice that had stopped, revealing the number 9 in their eyes.

Ho Cheon-an rolled the dice 20 times, and won with a number 1 higher than his opponent without a single exception, except when 20 came up.

Everyone on base was overwhelmed by the result.

An icosahedral dice whose value cannot be freely manipulated even by professional gamblers!

Ho Cheon-an rolled the icosahedral dice twenty times and pulled out the desired eye without a single exception.

Everyone looked at Ho Cheon-an at a loss for words at the result that no one could deny and Ho Cheon-an’s overwhelming prowess that the result proved.

Is this…really possible?

Although it was clearly reality, it was a result that did not feel terribly realistic.

“Next.”

And Ho Cheon-an calmly urges the next opponent as if he doesn’t know the circumstances of those who were in such shock.

Dokgo Iseol’s subordinates hesitated. As members of Sapa, they prided themselves on having enjoyed drinking and gambling on a regular basis, but they only enjoyed it as part of entertainment.

Considering the overwhelming spirit shown by Ho Cheon-an, defeat is as clear as fire.

“Next.”

However, since it was impossible to continue to hesitate even after receiving Ho Cheon-an’s encouragement, one person was about to step forward.

“I’m losing interest in watching the same bet over and over again.”

Dokgo Iseol intervened.

“We will shake the bucket and make a bet to guess the eye of the dice in the bucket.”

Suddenly, Dokgo Iseol announced a change in the sport.

“There is no single way to decide the winner with dice.”

The subordinates’ eyes brightened at Dokgo Iseol’s remarks. Indeed, hitting the eye of the dice that would have been in the container shaken by the opponent was a plan to block the miraculous power of the Hocheonan that had just been shown.

Before Ho Cheon-an could say yes or no, the wooden barrel was placed on the board and one of Lee Seol’s subordinates came out and started shaking the barrel.

Rattling! Rattling!

The sound of dice rolling inside the wooden barrel resonated loudly. Shaking his glass, Lee Seol’s attendant smiled in remorse as he saw Ho Cheon-an’s eyes looking at him in silence. No matter how much dexterity that guy showed, there was no way he could hit the invisible glass or even the eye of the dice that someone else was mixing.

‘What a bastard! He’s not even the god of gambling! ‘This is absolutely impossible!’

Lee Seol’s subordinate was shaking his wooden barrel like a magic bell and making a fuss. Even though he knew he could never win this bet, his stomach twisted at the sight of Ho Cheon-an still holding his weight with an indifferent look in his eyes.

“Hahahaha! I’m so excited!”

“Wave your butt more like a courtesan!”

When Lee Seol’s subordinate holding the cup provoked Ho Cheon-an, other subordinates who noticed his intention responded and made a fuss.

Dokgo Iseol’s minions are trying to erase the memory of being overwhelmed by the wonders of Hocheonan earlier by overwriting it with ridicule.

The glass stopped.

“Okay, guess what!”

Lee Seol’s subordinate, who was almost dancing in unison, shouted with great vigor.

“7.”

And Ho Cheon-an looked at his subordinate with indifferent eyes and said.

The smiles disappeared from the faces of those who were smiling.

Ho Cheon-an’s single word was literally like a wordless sword. The excitement that had been flowing around the bases was immediately cut by Ho Cheon-an’s voice saying the numbers in a calm tone, as if he were speaking the truth without a single doubt and without the need to raise his voice to be persuasive.

gulp.

The base running suddenly became quiet. Lee Seol’s subordinate, holding the glass, thought.

There was no way I could guess it. Even though he thought there was no way he could get it right… Lee Seol’s subordinate felt his hand trembling as he lifted the glass.

The numbers on the dice are revealed.

Everyone on base who saw that number opened their eyes wide and looked only at the eyes of the dice.

“…Seven…!”

“This can’t be happening…!”

“Such nonsense…!”

Accident! It’s a coincidence!

How can you accurately see the eyes of the dice in a wooden container that were completely mixed by someone else’s hand? This was ridiculous!

Lee Seol’s subordinates felt like shouting like that.

however.

The magic of the Hocheonan shown to the new disciples covered their mouths. It really doesn’t make sense, but… if Hocheon’s eyes were able to see through the eyes of the dice as they intended, wouldn’t it be possible to see through even the eyes of the dice in the barrel?

Such suspicions were blocking their mouths.

“It’s my turn.”

However, Ho Cheon-an, who caused such turmoil and confusion in their hearts, moved without hesitation as if their confusion was none of his business.

Rattling! Rattling!

Ho Cheon-an’s turn passed in an instant.

A simple movement that just involves inserting a dice and shaking it left and right once. But even such a simple move was enough.

Anyway, Lee Seol’s minions couldn’t see through the eyes of the dice in the barrel.

“….twenty..!”

Lee Seol’s subordinate, who had shown off his exciting dance moves just moments ago, gritted his teeth and spit out a random number. After hearing the number, Ho Cheon-an lifted the container without hesitation.

The subordinate’s eyes shook wildly after checking the numbers.

eight.

…just like when throwing dice with new students.

I pulled out a number that was one higher than my opponent.

I didn’t even use my hands directly, I just mixed it lightly a couple of times using a wooden glass… and got the intended number.

“Next.”

…What’s next?

Lee Seol’s subordinates thought blankly at Ho Cheon-an’s words. Do you have to deal with someone who can see through the dice mixed by others in a wooden cup and extract the dice mixed using the wooden cup at will?

What does that mean?

What is the meaning and use of shaking a glass and saying numbers at someone like that?

The will of Dokgo Iseol’s subordinates was broken by Hocheonan’s overwhelming appearance.

And Hocheonan.

“Next.”

As if their situation was none of their business, he urged the next person on.