Hearing his words, Clara clicked her tongue while shaking her head.
"Tch, Tch, Tch… don't tell me you're a sore loser?"
The Gambler opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, the small glowing orb Clara had created earlier — the brand-new Reality she had offered as a bet — simply vanished into thin air.
The Gambler's eyes widened slightly as he watched his potential prize disappear.
Evelyn leaned forward, her voice calm but carrying a clear edge.
"Now that the game is over, it's time for you to hold up your end of the deal." She said with an arching brow."
"Spill the beans.... Tell us everything you know about the Lost Realities… and any forbidden knowledge tied to them."
The Gambler stared at them for a few seconds, then let out a long, heavy sigh. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his slicked-back green hair as he accepted his defeat.
"Fine… I accept my lost" He said, "I'll talk."
He paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully.
