To consecutively lose on two high-quality Rough Stones—one blind, one windowed—could only be explained by luck that had bottomed out into the abyss. Old Zane stood there, his face as grey as the stone dust covering his boots, a picture of absolute defeat. He looked like a man who had just watched his house burn down.
"This guy is truly unlucky to an extraordinary degree. But let me see these cut stones," Frank muttered to himself.
He secretly channeled Spirit Power into his eyes, lowering his gaze to scan the debris on the ground and the machine. The X-Ray Vision activated, stripping away the opaque surface of the discarded rocks.
Soon, Frank's gaze locked onto the Blind Rough Stone that had been cut into three pieces.
Earlier, Old Zane had cut the stone in half. Seeing nothing but gre
