Aventurine, a notorious gambler known for his love of high-stakes games, was in the midst of yet another round of gambling. As usual, he was confident in his skills in trade and manipulation. However, as the game continued, he began to feel a sense of unease. Despite the odds being stacked against him, Aventurine kept winning, even when he was dealt the worst of hands and made the riskiest of bets. He tried to maintain his facade of cockiness, but deep down, he was starting to feel increasingly suspicious. The more he gambled, the stronger his suspicions grew, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss. So, he began to take even higher risks to test his hypothesis.

Despite his reluctance to acknowledge it, the man couldn't help but believe that some divine force was at play as the stakes continued to rise. As the game progressed, he found that luck seemed on his side. Every time he made a move, the cards seemed to fall in his favor. Even when he took a risk, he managed to come out on top. The other gamblers at the table were stunned by his success, unable to understand how he kept winning. Despite his opponents' disbelief, he knew that he was destined to win. And when the final card was turned over, revealing his winning hand, all he could do was smirk in satisfaction.

"What a surprise! Perhaps an Aeon is on my side." Aventurine laughed as he gathered all the chips towards himself, his avarice seeping through the lenses of his sunglasses. However, he did not revel in his victory for long. He kept his eyes peeled for any signs of divinity. This was not mere luck.