Chapter 141: The Unchanging Six

“Looks like this time, victory is mine.”

Eleanor smiled as she picked up her piece and walked it to the finish line, claiming first place in this round.

Liamy wasn’t as surprised as she was the first time. Instead, she just smiled lightly and said casually, “Well, congratulations, but don’t get too cocky. Because I’m going to win it back in the next round!”

As soon as she finished speaking, Liamy quickly started a new game, and Eleanor, not to be outdone, let out a snort. The two of them quickly immersed themselves in the new match as if no one else existed.

Several rounds had already passed since Eleanor first joined this game, and she was gradually becoming more skilled. Perhaps she really had a knack for this game, or maybe she was just lucky, but Eleanor actually managed to suppress Liamy and take the victory.

This left Liamy stunned for quite a while. Although she didn’t win every time, ever since she last played this game with Colin and Sivni, her win rate had improved significantly for reasons she couldn’t quite explain.

Before Eleanor joined, Liamy had never lost a match when playing against Lavinia. That’s why, when she actually lost to Eleanor, Liamy was so shocked.

But surprise was one thing—Liamy wasn’t the type to get discouraged by a small setback like this. So, in the games that followed, she and Eleanor traded wins and losses.

Although, in the end, she still managed to maintain a slight lead over Eleanor, even that was enough to amaze Liamy. After all, this was the closest she had ever come to being at a disadvantage, letting her feel a tension she had never experienced before.

Now, she was focusing all her attention on the game, determined to win this round.

Sometimes, Liamy would get a strange feeling, as if she had forgotten something important. But she couldn’t care less about that right now—the only thing that mattered was beating Eleanor in this game!

Liamy didn’t know why she was so obsessed with winning. It was just a game, after all. But the moment Eleanor beat her for the first time, a strange sense of competitiveness surged up inside her, as if she had some unspoken reason she absolutely couldn’t lose—even if she herself couldn’t explain what it was.

And though Eleanor had no idea what Liamy was thinking, she shared that same strange competitive spirit. She was just as invested in the game, so seeing Liamy always a step ahead really irritated her. She felt like she couldn’t just lose—she had to prove she was better than Liamy!

Liamy & Eleanor: That’s why, this round must be my victory!

As the two evenly matched players became fully serious, the game entered a heated state. Their money and reputation were nearly identical, making it almost impossible to decide the winner based on those factors.

That left only one remaining difference—their personal abilities. The finish line was within sight; there was no other way—they would have to compete on this final stat!

With Eleanor, the winner of the last round, taking the lead, a die fell from her hand onto the table. As it slowly stopped spinning, the top face revealed a number—the highest possible on the die: six.

Eleanor smiled faintly, looking at Liamy with pride. But Liamy only shrugged and smiled, spreading her hands as if to say, “Hurry up and move.”

Seeing this, Eleanor raised her eyebrow, but didn’t get angry. She immediately moved her adventurer six spaces forward, stopping on a square marked with a muscle icon.

Soon after, one of the stats on Eleanor’s adventurer card increased, and it just so happened to be the personal ability she needed most. Now, her personal ability stat was slightly higher than Liamy’s.

Seeing this, the corners of Eleanor’s lips curled up in anticipation—she was already preparing to celebrate this hard-earned victory. She was only six spaces from the final goal, while Liamy had thirteen spaces left—at best, three more turns.

The scales of victory were tilting decisively in her favor. She could almost sense a white thread of fate guiding her toward a victorious ending.

Eleanor looked up at Liamy again, expecting to see nervousness, anxiety, or a furrowed brow. Instead, she only saw a relaxed smile, instantly pulling Eleanor out of her sweet daydream of victory and reminding her she had not yet won.

As Liamy rolled her die, Eleanor watched anxiously. The die slowly stopped, and the top face revealed a six—just like Eleanor’s.

Seeing this, Eleanor felt the pressure mount. Liamy, however, remained unfazed. She simply picked up her piece and moved six spaces forward, landing right behind Eleanor’s piece on a space marked with a question mark.

This instantly made Eleanor tense up, and as the question mark triggered, an event appeared in the form of an image. But when Eleanor saw the event, she relaxed. It was just a small bonus, offering a minimal stat increase—certainly not enough for Liamy to surpass her.

Seeing this, even the previously nonchalant Liamy couldn’t help but frown.

On the other hand, the previously anxious Eleanor now became the one who felt at ease. She casually tossed her die onto the table, and after a brief spin, it landed firmly on six.

Eleanor couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. While watching Liamy’s frown deepen, she slowly moved her piece to the finish line. She had completed the game—victory was within reach.

But it wasn’t over yet. Liamy’s piece was also close to the finish line and could catch up at any moment. More importantly, Liamy’s stats were almost identical to Eleanor’s, only a bit weaker in personal ability.

If, in the next move, Liamy managed to surpass Eleanor’s stats, she could still win.

So, though Eleanor outwardly appeared confident, her heart was still full of nerves. Liamy, however, gradually regained her composure, her gentle smile returning.

Liamy took the die in her hand, cupped it, and shook it gently for a moment before rolling it onto the table.

The die quickly came to a stop, landing on the same number as before—six.

As if the die could only roll six, Liamy showed no surprise, moving her piece forward six spaces as a matter of course. She stopped just before the finish line, in front of Eleanor’s piece, landing on… a square with a question mark.