Simon trudged along in a dungeon. He was, as you could say, really fucking miserable.

His comfortable earth clothes had been replaced with some medieval cloth tunic and leather armor that didn’t even cover anything. So far, the group had encountered two goblins, the green bastards.

Once, a berserker from his class had smashed it out of existence, leaving a massive crater from his attack. Simon didn’t know his name, but was pretty sure he played baseball. Or basketball. Same thing.

The other time, a female healer had nearly gotten hit by the goblin, only for Arthur to smite it with holy magic.

it had been painful to watch her go kya, my heart is doki doki

So yeah. Fucking miserable.

Thankfully, the group of classmates had run into a group of green bastards. It was about time.

Finally! Now I’ll show everyone my true power! And I won’t be mocked anymore!

Simon was absolutely sure that [Point Preservation] was hiding some hidden power. Just look at the description!

[Point Preservation] (Unique)

This skill protects all stats and skills from any tampering. Honestly, it’s pretty fucking useless. If I got this as my skill, I would commit fucking suicide. But hey! I’m sure that there must be some way to exploit this! Of course, if you do find an exploit, we’ll patch it immediately.

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See! Simon was sure that the last bit about exploits was a hint at the skill’s true power.

Which is why he rushed forward eager to prove himself.

[You have died]

Being impaled by a goblin’s rusty sword was a hit to Simon’s heart. Physically and emotionally.

Goodbye random classmates who I never bothered to learn the names of, despite spending an entire semester with.

[Congratulations! You have been chosen for the Isekai Roulette!]

Hmm? What? Quoi? Simon was, as one might expect, very confused.

The Announcer smiled with barely compressed glee. It was her turn to be the Announcer, and cast off the previous name and life she once had.

She existed in a metaphysical realm in which nothing could truly exist except the [Board].

Around the [Board], Gamblers crowded, placing their bets. Each bet made by the Gamblers contained the riches of a thousand worlds. Pocket change. The real numbers came in the matter rounds.

The [Board] was not like the average roulette table. Instead of the thirty six red and black squares, there were instead six of each of the main colors.

The colors were Ruby, Amber, Topaz, Emerald, Sapphire and Amethyst.

Replacing the two greens was one white and one black, for extra variation. They were, of course, Quartz and Onyx.

But there was always an extra rule for some fun. That was that if any Gambler could guess the name of another Gambler, they could rig the table to fall on their preferred number.

“Well then,” the Announcer cried. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

Every eye in the room followed the little ball as it went. None dared to manipulate its path, for fear of a greater power noticing. As the result was announced, some groaned and others chuckled, their pockets becoming a little more full.

“Well would you look at that,” the Announcer murmured. “Looks like it’s Ruby first.”

[You have been reincarnated in Ruby.]

“What? Again?!” Poor Simon did not know that his troubles were just beginning.