Even if hell existed, it probably wouldn't be as noisy as this place.0

“Let’s gooo!” 0

“The… The money for my daughter’s medical bills!” 0

“No way! How can I lose seven times in a row!!!!” 0

“Aaaargh!”0

The moment they stepped into Red Siren, their eardrums were assaulted by screams and shouting.0

“Let’s head to the top floor.”0

Even Ultima grimaced and picked up his pace. He walked swiftly and surely, as he knew exactly where to go without even needing to look around, which Keter noticed.0

Either he has been here often, or he has done a lot of research. 0

Keter noticed that the floors of the casino were divided by social class.0

The ones screaming on the first floor of this noisy hell were all dressed like commoners. And the games they played were so simple that even a monkey could probably do it: there was a game where the person who rolled the highest dice won the pot, a game of guessing heads or tails of a coin, and a random lottery-type game. Simple didn’t mean that it was boring, and it certainly didn’t mean the games weren’t addictive.0

The minimum bet was just one bronze coin—cheap enough that even commoners who weren’t gamblers could join for fun. 0

Of course, the people screaming weren't just losing a few bronze coins. The tables had piles of gold coins, even a few platinum coins scattered here and there.0

To Keter and Ultima, platinum coins were pocket change. But for commoners, struggling to survive day-to-day, even a single platinum coin would be worth killing for.0

These idiots would flip out even for just one gold.0

People wept after losing everything and clung to strangers, begging for loans. To those desperate gamblers, Keter and Ultima probably looked like prime prey.0

“P-please, my lord! Could you please spare a single silver, no,...0