Vega's Death Roulette.
For hundreds of years, rumors about this game never ceased, circulating through the underworlds of all five nations.
This was a very unique roulette game.
On a single spinning wheel, twelve skulls were arranged in clock-like positions. Only one of these skulls concealed a gem beneath it.
The players of this game had one task—to spin the pointer.
If, after an uncontrollable spin, the pointer landed on the skull with the hidden gem, the player won.
If not—they lost.
And for the losers of this game the only ending was death.
But if a player won—they would receive a wish.
A wish that, according to legend, could grant anything.
And in this entire world, there was only one place where this game could be played the Enigmatic Abyss.
Yes, this was the Earth Evil God Gaia Lobil’s "Redemption Game."
The credibility of this so-called Redemption Game had always been doubted.
After all—would an Evil God, one that had pushed humanity to the brink of extinction, actually grant wishes to humans?
To most people, this was nothing more than a cruel joke—a sick rumor passed around by madmen.
Setting aside the immense danger of traveling to the Enigmatic Abyss, where one would likely be devoured by Fallen Beasts before even reaching their destination—
Even if someone did reach Gaia Lobil, there was a far greater chance they would be dissolved and consumed by the horrifying Evil God than given a wish.
The person who started this rumor likely just wanted to lure fools into the Abyss to feed the Fallen Beasts.
—"This is nothing more than a ridiculous, baseless myth."—
That had always been Brolani’s belief.
He despised those reckless fools who threw away their lives, deluding themselves into thinking they could change fate by stepping into the Abyss.
But after meeting her—Brolani’s beliefs changed.
—"The Redemption Game... might be real."—
...
And now as Brolani’s shout echoed through the air the reaction of the Blood Spectral Eye only further confirmed his suspicions.
At that moment the eye, which had been steadily watching Aeria and her sisters, suddenly stopped moving.
It then shifted, turning its gaze toward Brolani.
Instantly a suffocating pressure slammed down on him.
The sheer force of it made breathing impossible, and even remaining conscious became a monumental struggle.
But through sheer willpower, Brolani endured.
And once again, he spoke—his voice unwavering.
"Do you dare to play, Gaia Lobil?!"
The massive eye narrowed slightly.
Then under the anxious stares of both Brolani and little Aeria—
The eye slowly closed.
Immediately after cracks began to form on its surface.
The cracks spread rapidly, as if something within was about to burst out.
The fissures deepened, and then with a low, rumbling sound the giant eye slowly unfolded like a flower.
The massive eyeball peeled open, its layers spreading like petals, revealing a dark core at its center.
From the heart of this grotesque bloom, a black liquid began to surge.
It was thick and viscous—like inky oil, radiating an indescribable, eldritch presence.
As the black fluid churned and twisted, it began to take shape.
At first its form was indistinct, shifting erratically.
But as the liquid continued to gather, the figure slowly became clearer.
It was a being wreathed in icy blue mist, its body composed entirely of shifting black liquid.
It had no fixed features, yet its form resembled a long-haired human figure.
Its upper half condensed into a humanoid shape, but its lower half remained fused to the giant “flower”, as if it were part of it.
The black liquid connecting its body to the eye-flower constantly writhed and pulsed, like a living, sentient force.
The dark fluid slithered around its form, letting out a low, resonating hum.
Despite its presence, it did not emit a violent surge of power.
But the entire world seemed to be smothered in an oppressive silence a silence so deep it felt as if it could freeze the soul itself.
The soundless terror spread through the air.
"Gaia Lobil..."
Staring at the figure that had emerged from the eye, Brolani gulped involuntarily.
Even though he had prepared himself for this moment now that he was truly standing before the Earth Evil God, his heart pounded so violently it felt like it would burst out of his chest.
And then under Brolani’s gaze, his entire body tensed to the breaking point as the Earth Evil God slowly raised its hand.
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The next moment,
Black liquid surged as if it were alive, rapidly gathering in the air to form a massive roulette wheel. It seemed to have been summoned from the depths of hell itself, hovering in midair, exuding a suffocating, bone-chilling aura.
The wheel resembled a colossal clock, with a finely carved black hand at its center. The hand moved slowly, heavily, each shift carrying an eerie, rhythmic pulse. However, unlike an ordinary clock, the twelve sections of this wheel were not marked by numbers but instead replaced by grotesque skulls. Each skull was eerily lifelike, their hollow eye sockets appearing to stare directly into the souls of those who dared approach.
The expressions on the skulls varied—some bared their teeth in sinister grins, while others clenched their jaws shut, as if silently wailing in endless torment and despair. The air surrounding the roulette seemed to have been sucked away, forming a vacuum of utter silence, an oppressive stillness that pressed down on all who witnessed it...
Staring at Brolani's astonished face, the shadow tilted its head slightly and spoke in a deep, hoarse voice—its tone awkward and unnatural, as if unfamiliar with speech.
“Be...gin... now.”
At the utterance of those words, an involuntary shiver ran down Brolani’s spine.
Then... then, nothing happened.
The shadow remained in place, waiting for Brolani to act, while Brolani himself... remained sprawled on the ground, barely moving at all...
...
After a few painfully awkward seconds of stillness, the shadow tilted its head once more, its voice laced with uncertainty.
“...Not... starting...?”
Hearing this, Brolani frowned, his expression complicated. After coughing up a mouthful of blood, he let out a weak, exasperated sigh.
“Do I look... like someone who can even lift the damn pointer?”
“......”
At those words, the Earth Evil God froze.
The countless large eyes surrounding them all blinked in unison before shifting their gaze, glancing between the floating Vega’s Death Roulette and the barely-breathing Brolani sprawled on the ground.
Look at the roulette. Then at Brolani.
Look at Brolani. Then at the roulette.
...
After several cycles of this back-and-forth, the countless Blood Spectral Eyes collectively revealed an expression of sudden realization.
“Oh... that’s... true...”
The shadow muttered softly to itself.
The next moment the ground began to tremble.
Feeling the vibrations, Brolani was taken aback as he noticed sinister vines sprouting from beneath him. Before he could react, the vines coiled around him, slowly lifting his battered body and gently placing him in front of Vega’s Death Roulette.
“Now... is it okay?”
The shadow’s voice emerged once again, still eerie and unsettling, but oddly... polite.
Ha.
Haha.
That’s actually... kind of thoughtful.
A bitter chuckle echoed in Brolani’s mind as he cast a perplexed glance toward the terrifying black figure.
Was it just his imagination?
Did this Evil God have some kind of obsession with this game?
The moment I brought it up, it instantly set everything in motion... even helping me participate?
And more importantly...
Hiss... Why does this Evil God feel... a little dumb?
Also this black-liquid figure...
Is this actually the true form of the Earth Evil God? Humanoid? That’s not how it was described in the records...
For a moment, shock and doubt rippled through Brolani’s mind.
But now was not the time to dwell on such things.
Under the unblinking gaze of the Earth Evil God, Brolani, trembling, raised his hand and placed it upon the black pointer. The moment his fingers made contact, the faint remnants of power stored within his battered body began to slowly seep into the wheel, enveloping the pointer with a dim glow.
Please, let my judgment be right...
Almighty Lord Above... please, protect me... protect Lady Aeria...
Taking a deep breath, summoning the last remnants of his strength, Brolani forcefully spun the pointer.
In the next moment the jet-black hand whirled rapidly within the roulette.
At the same time not far away, the anxious young Aeria cast her gaze toward the spinning wheel, watching with unwavering focus.
And so with both Brolani and Aeria’s tense, expectant eyes locked on it, the rapidly spinning pointer began to slow, until finally—
It stopped at the nine o’clock position.
The grotesque skull in that section slowly opened its twisted jaw.
Seeing this, young Aeria’s heart nearly leaped out of her chest.
Lord Above,
Please! Please let it be there!
The girl prayed desperately.
But the deity she placed her faith in...
Did not seem to answer her prayers today.
Because within the gaping maw of the skull...
There was nothing.
No gem.
No salvation.
Nothing.
In an instant despair descended upon them all.
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No gem meant Brolani had lost the gamble.
And losing against the Earth Evil God in the Redemption Game meant only one thing—death.
A sinister wave of energy rippled through the air.
In that moment countless twisted black eyes all turned toward Brolani.
Their pupils contracted.
A torrent of black liquid surged toward him.
Seeing this Aeria’s breath caught in her throat.
A dread unlike any she had ever known washed over her.
No—
No—
No!
Master Brolani!
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
With all her might, fighting against the suffocating weight of the overwhelming curse energy, Aeria let out a hysterical, ear-piercing scream.
“STOP—RIGHT—NOW!!”