After slipping from Anvis's fingertips, the silver dice rolled to the ground, spinning a few times like any ordinary dice, and then stopped with a crisp 'ding' sound.
Twenty points—
"Crack—"
At the same time, a crack appeared on one corner of the dice.
As a practice piece, Anvis had not put too much strength into it, leading to the dice's inherently low quality.
"Is this the price for interfering with fate?"
Anvis touched the crack, feeling that probably three more cracks of the same size would completely ruin the dice.
"So, what happens next?"
Thinking about the Mercury Dice's mechanism of action, Anvis slowed down to wait a moment.
.…....
Keen was an unemployed vagrant, idling his days away.
Of course, that was just his cover identity; for a living, he would occasionally take on some "side jobs."
