The Only God of Gamblers: Starting the Game with Wasted Dice

God is gone, but the game has just begun. At the God of Gambling Festival held every four years, the sacred dice in the hand of the statue cracked in half - it was empty, no divine power, no oracle, nothing. Laughter spread from the kneeling believers. They didn't know what they were laughing at, and they didn't know what they were about to face. The young man who was regarded as a sweeper walked out of the back hall and announced in front of everyone: The God of Gamblers is not dead, and he is waiting for someone who dares to gamble with him. But the problem is - if you want to find the God of Gamblers, you must first go to the place where the God of Deception last appeared. And only gamblers can enter that place. The God of Deception tore off the disguise from God Moen and made a bet in public. The moment he left the ring, the young man realized that this bet was not his choice from the beginning. The gambling game chose him. "Tomorrow evening, my temple. You and me. You decide the bet. I will decide the bet." The dice were hot in his palms and the moment the ring was put on his finger, the career promotion mission gained from kneeling in the palace for three years quietly began. Gambler level one. Tickets have arrived. The question is - what can a gambler who has just come out of the apse gamble with the Congshen who is in charge of the "price of breach of contract"? He doesn't know whether he will win or lose. But gamblers never need to know. It makes sense to gamble if you don't know.