"What ... " The cutter's face changed slightly, his blade plunging deeper into the rock, only to reveal that it was still just a plain, unremarkable rock—no hint of red to be seen. "Figures, just another worthless chunk of rock," Jessica sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. "I knew it. She's just an amateur who's never done witch's stone betting before," someone added at the side. "Yeah, she even chose such a huge one. It's obvious now there's nothing inside." "Probably spent a fortune on that one for no reason." The whispers around me didn't bother me at all. I ran my finger thoughtfully along my chin, inspecting the rock with a keen eye. "Did I make a mistake?" I murmured to myself before gently tapping the remaining part of the rock. "Let's start cutting here." The cutter, who had been about to walk away, paused and looked at me. "You still want to cut it?" "Of course," I answered, stepping aside, my face filled with anticipation. "Go ahead and cut." "Are you sure? This rock doesn't seem to have anything valuable. Maybe you should stop now," the cutter said, trying to be kind, as if sensing my inexperience. I smiled warmly at him. "It's fine. Keep going. There's plenty of rock left, and it'd be a waste not to cut it. Who knows? Maybe there's something hidden inside." The cutter shrugged and went back to his task. Nearby, Jessica couldn't hold back a cruel laugh. "Even if you grind it down to dust, there's nothing inside. I've already won this round, so don't waste your energy." I ignored her, signaling the cutter to continue. But again, as the cutter worked, the result remained the same. There was nothing; it was just a regular rock. The werewolves in the crowd grew disinterested, and laughter rippled through the air. The cutter clapped his hands to remove the dust. "See? Told you, girl, there's nothing here. Just an old, worthless rock. Who knows how long it's been sitting around. Looks like you've been taken for a ride."I crossed my arms, watching him intently. "Then can you finish cutting the rest, please?" This remark sparked more murmurs from the onlookers. They seemed to think I had either lost my mind or was simply another wealthy fool. Jack strolled over to Caden with a smug grin. "Mr. Holbrook, looks like I've won. Everything here's mine now." "How can you declare victory when it's not even over yet?" Caden replied with a calm smile. "Mr. Horton, you seem very impatient." Jack raised an eyebrow at Caden's words. "What's this, Mr. Holbrook? You going back on your word?" Before Jack finished speaking, the cutter suddenly gasped loudly. "My god, how is this possible?!" All eyes turned toward him. I smiled inwardly, thinking to myself that the old man wasn't lying after all. "It's red! It's red!" the cutter shouted, his voice shaking with excitement. The rock he was cutting now gave off a faint red glow. "I-it's a grade four Wyrmstone!" The cutter's voice trembled as he rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing. "Wyrmstone?!" At the mention of this, Jessica rushed forward, eager to examine the cut. Wyrmstone is one of the rarest and most powerful types of witch's stones, with a magical energy content of 99%, making it a near-perfect specimen. "See? I told you I was lucky," I said with a small, amused smile. Jessica's face drained of color before flushing with anger. She stared at me, her voice icy. "Don't get too excited. Who knows how big this stone really is? It's only a grade four Wyrmstone, after all. Still not as valuable as a grade five Crownstone." "Maybe." I shrugged indifferently, waving for the cutter to continue. Jessica sneered, muttering under her breath that I had simply gotten lucky. She was convinced that such a large piece couldn't possibly hold a higher-grade witch's stone. She didn't believe it could ever match the worth of a grade five Crownstone. But reality hit her hard. The cutter made another precise cut along the edge of the stone. As the blade passed through, a brilliant red appeared.What emerged was a witch's stone the size of a brick, its surface a flawless, deep red. The magical energy practically radiated from it, clearly marking it as a top-tier grade five spiritual stone. The werewolves around us gasped in amazement. Some of them even hurried to search their old rocks, hoping to find something as valuable as what I had just revealed. "Not bad," I said, watching the perfect red witch's stone glow in the light, already picturing the perfect gift I would give to Richard. Jessica's expression twisted with frustration. She turned to Jack, then snorted dismissively. "Now we're basically even. Sure, your witch's stone is bigger, but it's just a Wyrmstone. Even if it's grade five, it's still not as rare as my Crownstone." "Even?" I picked up a shard of the rock and looked at Jessica. "Who says we're even?"