The Only Gambler: Mo Li

Dusk. There is a dilapidated temple at the end of the old world, with two words engraved on the door plaque: Moen. Morn stood in the doorway. The God of Deception, one of the twelve subordinate gods, the only one who did not hide. He has been waiting here for a long time. "The last person I bet with passed on the ring to you." "I know." "What do you want to bet on?" Ji Xun looked down at the ring. He erased the line left by his predecessor, leaving not a single word behind. Then he looked up. "The order of the gambling world is rewritten." The wind stopped. The smile in Moen's eyes finally stopped. "If you win, what do you take away?" "Attribution to New Order." "Lost." "We lost," Ji Xun said, "the order of the divine world remains the same. You continue to hide. Mortals continue to kneel." Moen looked at him for a long time. Then he turned sideways and gave way to the door of the temple. "Come in."