The roulette hummed as Parker selected six spins. A faint glow surrounded the wheel, brighter than usual, as if the system itself was reacting to the number.
"This is interesting," Apollo said, leaning forward. "Six isn't just a number. It's symbolic of... If the system recognizes that…"
"It's a gamble," Hades murmured, his deep voice sending a chill through the room. "And the system, I don't think it recognises that number but the universe definitely does."
Ares, his blood-red armor glinting in the divine light, grinned wickedly. "Let's hope the boy crashes and burns. It'll be more entertaining that way than "that" happening."
Even Dionysus set his goblet down, his usual playfulness replaced with genuine curiosity. "If this backfires, he's getting something worse than those invisible glasses. Like a cursed banana peel or something."
Hera, her gaze fixed on the wheel, ignored the banter. "The system doesn't usually take this long," she muttered.
