In the capital of the magnificent Elythian Empire, Star City sprawled outward, nestled near the foreboding Hellskills Mountains. These peaks teemed with monsters and brimmed with precious ores and rare elixers, luring mages and knights, each eager to test their mettle and amass vast fortunes.

Mages and knights scoured the mountainsides, navigating the world of magic and might that boasted twelve distinct levels. Mages sharpened their skills through circles, the most adept reaching the twelfth circle. Knights earned stars, with twelve stars as their peak. Mages wielded mana to craft spells and enchantments, and knights channeled it to fortify their bodies, weapons, and armor.

Protected by Star City's towering, twenty-foot-high walls, the streets bustled with shops and pedestrians. Yet tucked away in a tranquil eastern alley, a modest magic shop stood, its sign proclaiming "Gonde's Enchantments."

Within this unassuming store, a somber mood prevailed, in stark contrast to the thriving business district beyond. The proprietor, Gonde, a dwarf, lay on his deathbed, attended by his two apprentices, Tasha Nightfall and Andrew Hall.

Tasha, a female dark elf, sported short hair that framed her yellow eyes. Andrew, on the other hand, possessed brown hair and black eyes. He was a pale man with a slightly tall, lanky build. Both of them had watery eyes, their sorrow evident.

"My dear Andrew," Gonde croaked, his voice frail, "I have chosen to bequeath you my store. I trust you will honor my legacy."

"Thank you, Master Gonde," Andrew murmured, his voice heavy with emotion. "Words cannot express my gratitude for all you've done."

As Andrew accepted the inheritance, he marveled at his good fortune. "Thank you, Master Gonde," he whispered. "When I was lost in this new world, you extended your kindness to me and taught me so much."

Tasha's scowl intensified, her dark elven features twisting with fury. "You're giving the store to him? He's merely a third-circle mage, while I am a fifth-circle mage! It should be mine!"

However, mage ranks determined one's ability to enchant items. Andrew, only a third-circle mage, possessed a shorter lifespan and a smaller mana pool, limiting the amount of enchantments he can engrave. As mages and knights advanced in rank, they accrued lifespan, and race held little significance unless one was an ordinary person.

Gonde remained unwavering in his choice. He recognized that Andrew's astute business acumen outshone Tasha's, an attribute essential to the store's future success. Gonde was also well aware that Andrew's mathematical aptitude could challenge even the brightest scholars. Sometimes he wondered where Andrew attended school. What institution could produce such a brilliant person.

With his last ounce of strength, Gonde extended a feeble hand, offering a piece of scroll to Andrew. It was the deed to the store. Andrew's hand trembled as he moved to accept it. Tears streamed down his face as he realized that these were Gonde's final moments. As he took the scroll, Gonde's hand fell limp, the last traces of life gone from his body.

Once Andrew received the deed, a cryptic voice echoed within his mind: "The user now owns a store! ‘The Strongest Casino Owner’ system has been bound. The store security system is activated! Please strive to create the greatest casino in the world."

A system message resounded, and Andrew couldn't help but pause when reading the ludicrous goal it proposed. Years ago, Andrew had hoped he would obtain a golden finger, a cheat system to help him strive in this new world. Now that he owned a store and gained a foothold in the world, his system had awakened. What timing.

"Casino Owner? I just inherited an enchanting store," he pondered, blinking away his tears. "How in the world am I going to convert this store into a casino?"

Tasha's dark skin and short hair seemed to radiate fury as she stormed out of the store. "I'll be back! This isn't the end." she snarled, slamming the door behind her.

Andrew barely noticed her outburst, his attention consumed by the mysterious system. "What kind of cheat system is this?" he muttered under his breath.

The system ignore him before instructing him to spin the lottery for equipment to create the first casino games. "A casino is nothing without games," it reminded him.

Despite his lingering doubts, Andrew nodded, and suddenly found himself in an enigmatic space enveloped by boundless darkness. Before him, a massive lottery roulette wheel materialized.

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"Please spin the roulette, host," the system's voice echoed in Andrew's mind, adding, "You can control it with your thoughts."

Understanding the instructions, Andrew focused on the roulette. As he mentally commanded it to spin, the wheel obeyed, rotating at such a dizzying speed that the images on it blurred together.

"Stop!" Andrew thought after several moments, and the roulette gradually decelerated.

Anxious, he wondered what he would receive. The wheel finally came to a halt, its pointer landing on a golden area displaying a pair of dice.

"Congratulations, host," the system announced. "You have won Sic-Bo tables."

"Sic-Bo? I don't even know if people in this world play Sic-Bo. Do I have to teach them?" Andrew frowned and grumbled

"A casino is also nothing without drinks," the system also added. "Please roll for a drink."

The lottery roulette transformed, now displaying various images of drinks. As the wheel spun and slowed once more, it stopped on an image of an orange drink. "Congratulations, host," the system declared. "You have won the 'Screwdriver' drink."

Andrew's vision was restored to the store front.

The wooden floorboards had morphed into plush red carpet, adorned with gold borders and intricate trimmings. The walls shifted hues, adopting a rich, luxurious crimson, while the ceiling transformed into an elegant gold lattice. There was a giant blue mana crystal in the center of the ceiling.

Andrew blinked, taking in the sudden transformation. He marveled at the opulence of his surroundings, the once modest magic shop now exuding an air of extravagance.

"I suppose this is the first step toward creating a casino," Andrew mused.

Andrew inspected the three Sic-Bo tables, taking in their exquisite craftsmanship and the green felt that covered each of them. He noticed the dice cups and the stacks of colorful chips resting beside them, ready for patrons to wager.

As he studied the room, he realized that all the enchanting equipment had disappeared. Puzzled, Andrew asked the system, "Where did all the enchanting equipment go?"

The system replied, "All the enchanting equipment has been moved to the basement. It didn't bode well with the atmosphere."

Andrew breathed a sigh of relief. He understood that the enchanting tools would seem out of place in a casino but he still cherished the equipment left behind by his master. It served as a constant reminder of the treasured memories they had shared. Andrew had no intention of abandoning his career as an enchanter, even as he embarked on this new path as a casino owner.

In the corner of the room, a bar appeared, gleaming with polished brass and mahogany. An array of crystal glassware lined the shelves, reflecting the soft light that danced across the room. There was also a tap on the counter now, ready to dispense the newly acquired beverage he won earlier.

Andrew's eyes gleamed at the prospect of profiting from selling drinks, but the system swiftly dashed his hopes.

"You can't charge for drinks," it informed him.

Andrew wanted to protest, baffled by the fact that the cocktail was free,

The system retorted, "A high-class establishment wouldn't dream of charging for drinks."

"High-class?" Andrew scoffed. "We've got a mere three Sic-Bo tables, and I need to make money." Master Gonde's magic store, after all, was just one among many in the business district. The accounts were in the red since master Gonde was bedridden.

Andrew felt a little homesick and decided to do a taste test. He grabbed a glass from the cabinets and filled it with a Screwdriver from the tap. He hoped that the drink's flavor would remind him of the taste he remembered so fondly from his previous world.

He took a sip, savoring the taste as it surpassed every other drink he had sampled in Star City. The Screwdriver's citrus burst of flavor was a symphony of zesty orange mingling with smooth vodka, playing an invigorating melody on his taste buds. Even the most upscale bars he had visited paled in comparison to the refreshing and invigorating flavor of this Screwdriver. It was even better than any Screwdriver he drank back on Earth.

Andrew couldn't help but think that system might be on to something. Offering free drinks might be a good strategy to lure patrons into his new establishment. With quality drinks and never-before-seen casino games, his business could stand out. He began to recall how the casino's operated back in his past life.

Memories of casinos from his past life started to resurface, reminding him of their allure and grandeur.

He thought back to the iconic Wynn Resorts and Caesars Palace. Their lavish interiors, fine dining experiences, and high-stakes gambling options attracted visitors from around the globe. Then there was Mohegan Sun, a sprawling complex that not only offered an incredible gaming experience but also featured a vast array of entertainment options, from concerts to sporting events.

Andrew pondered whether he could channel the essence of those legendary establishments in his new world. If he could capture even a fraction of their magic and integrate it into his enchantment store-turned-casino, he might just have a winning formula on his hands.

As Andrew began to brainstorm, he studied the Sic-Bo tables covered with green felt more closely. The base of the table seemed to be crafted from a strange, white, glowing material he couldn't quite identify.

The system enlightened him. "They're made from dragon bones."

"Holy shit." Andrew thought. His shock was reasonable. He heard countless stories about the dragons during the years living in this new world. He knew took multiple twelfth-circle mages and twelfth-star knights to slay a dragon, and here he was with tables fashioned from their remains.