The more Clayton thought about it, the deeper he sank into his emotions. Without realizing it, a mix of pride and greed began to swell inside him.
After standing still for a moment, he finally made his way toward the ice stone gambling stalls.
When he arrived, the place was buzzing with people from all walks of life. Shouts filled the air—some excited, others anxious, doubtful, confident, desperate, or ecstatic. A whirlwind of emotions clashed in that chaotic space.
"Ahhh, damn it! My money!"
"Mister! Mister! I want this one! Hurry up!"
"I pick this one! It's gotta be a jackpot!"
Most of the gamblers looked rough—wearing ragged clothes and carrying tired faces. It was clear they were drifters, people with little to their names.
But the ice stone vendors were all smiles. They knew—these were the easiest people to bait. Desperate souls chasing quick riches, easily swayed by hope. Unlike the wealthy, who gambled for fun, these folks were gambling out of need.
