[CH399+ Continued] Dungeon Diver: Stealing A Monster's Power

Chapter 531

On his third run, the hunter chooses the ball with a 2 on it.

When the wheel lights up, nine slots are red, and ten are green. The remaining 18 are greyed out.

The hole in the table fits his hand up to his wrist.

He gulps and spins the ball around the wooden machine.

After a tense 20 seconds, the ball bounces once in the grey right next to the line of green slots.

Before the ball even settles, I can see a bit of anger rising up on his face, and feel the activation of wind magic swelling inside of him.

With his free hand, a small concentrated gust is summoned, and the ball rolls up and out of the grey slot and into the green one.

It was such a minuscule amount of magic, and only my fine-tuned senses were able to detect it. I highly doubt the man behind the counter saw it.

The hunter believes this is the case too when he doesn't react, so he jumps up in the air with a smile on his face celebrating his win.

However, the lights don't flash and the moment he jumps out of his seat there's a burst of mana under the table, and a yell of pain follows.

The manager speaks up.

"Our system detected magic that directly affected the results of the game. Cheating is not permitted. This is an automatic loss."

His eyes widen and he looks around the room, but doesn't know what to do other than stop the bleeding with his shirt.

He swears under his breath and his face turns red.

The woman that was helping the other two hunters before looks pretty tired herself, but the two men she helped from her own region are both fast asleep slumped on chairs next to her in far worse shape.

She rolls her eyes and speaks up to the hunter.

"It was a good try. I'll heal you for a token, you're going to need that hand of yours later. What do you say, deal?"

He nervously looks around, holding two tokens in his good hand and gritting his teeth.

"Fine. You're right. It's worth it...Deal."

He tosses her a token and places the other in his pocket while giving her the stump of a wrist to start healing.

While he does, others start walking up to the table and playing with the ball labeled 1, but many walk away when they see the bloody result of losing.

Ember turns to me, disinterested in what's going on around us.

"Not a very good game. This one's going to be hard to hack. You'll be playing with real luck here."

I stare at the spinning wheel as another person plays deep in thought for a few minutes, then an idea hits me.

"You know what... I think it might not be impossible to beat."

I walk up to the table next and look the manager in the eyes.

"Ball number 1. That's what I'd like to pick."

He lets me take it from his palm and he spins the wheel.

I hold the ball in my hand, and try to focus using my mythic grade swordsmanship skill on the ball, focusing on only the green slots as a target, but it doesn't activate as I assumed it would.

The manager speaks up as I think deeply to myself.

"Please, make your spin."

The six green slots glow as I watch them spin around the wheel. However, the three red slots rotate and glow into my vision on the other side of the wheel too.