Chapter 33

This was an open conspiracy.

If someone else had shouted "all in", perhaps the people at the gambling table would not have followed. However, Zong Jiu was only a C-grade trainee, and he had sweetly addressed himself as a senior, respectfully placing himself in the position of a junior. Once he said it, it was equivalent to flattery.

The junior had followed, but the senior did not. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?

Even so, no one expected No. 6 to choose to give up the game so straightforwardly. Just like how no one expected this C-grade to not show any fear in front of so many S-grades, and even secretly set up a trap.

Just as everyone thought that this man was going to teach the white-haired C-grade a lesson, the scene in front of them stunned everyone.

Under the golden dome, two figures, one black and one white, were facing each other at the gambling table.

The devil in a black suit had one hand on the gambling table. He had a mysterious smile on his face, and his upper body was slightly bent. Even the surrounding atmosphere had a tacit sense of unease. Shrouded in the shadows, he was dangerous and charming.

From his appearance alone, the man looked more like a well-dressed, scholarly, and elegant professor. Unfortunately, the death and madness that accompanied his every move betrayed him.

No. 6's actions were not just for a C-grade newbie. Even for famous seniors, for A-grade trainees, it was a great honor and gift that they did not even dare to think about.

The more desperate the environment, the more it could create such a twisted and extreme cult of personality, and the more people would hope to draw spiritual power from their beliefs.

And now, the scene in front of them was the best example.

Countless people's gazes almost burned through Zong Jiu's back.

The wrist under the white gloves was bony and full of explosive power, which made the bouquet of red roses even more vibrant.

Opposite the roses, the white-haired youth's back was straight, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were heavy.

Now, in the eyes of others, his appearance was like the appreciation from a senior, giving encouragement and guidance to a junior.

Only Zong Jiu himself knew what kind of dangerous situation he was in.

The tall shadow cast down, mixed with a malice so deep that it made people unable to breathe. The cold murderous aura was like a sharp blade, pressing down from the forehead straight into the skull, making people's scalps go numb.

It only targeted one person, and only enveloped him in that circle.

Zong Jiu still did not move. He did not even bother to move his eyes.

No matter how terrifying his opponent's killing intent was, his expression didn't change at all.

Of course, excluding his tensed muscles and the natural reaction of his body in the face of extreme danger.

The man chuckled. "How interesting. I thought it was just two identical trump cards. I didn't expect you to have such a surprise in your hands."

"I'm starting to believe that prophecy."

No. 6's voice was low and gentle, like a bow placed on the bass strings of a cello. "After so long, you are the first one who dares to threaten me."

Not only was this the first one, but it was also the one that made him the most excited. It made his ice-cold blood boil.

Like a child who had found a new toy, the demon's cold dark golden pupils were full of interest. The boredom and lack of interest in this competition were all swept away, and he was eager to try it out.

Zong Jiu still didn't speak. But he felt the hidden meaning of "If you don't take the rose, I'll kill you on the spot."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he finally stretched out a stiff hand and reluctantly took the red rose.

The murderous aura was swept away.

The man showed a satisfied smile.

Even if there was no murderous intent or evil intent, he could still feel the indescribable terrifying pressure when facing this person. Even the air was twisted, strangling his throat and spine.

His body was using all its stress reactions to tell him how terrifying this person was.

Zong Jiu's eyes trembled.

It wasn't because he was afraid. In fact, he had never experienced fear before.

The white-haired youth was also excited, unconsciously excited. Because he had met his match, a strong opponent. Also because of the thrill and pleasure of walking on the edge of death.

"Today, these will be my first meeting gift."

The demon looked at him with a smile, but his eyes fell on Zong Jiu's hand.

Zong Jiu realized that under the pressure just now, his fingers were already extremely cold.

Because he was so focused, he didn't notice the sharp thorns on the stem of the rose at all.

The thorns easily cut his fingers that had turned white because of the force.

Scarlet blood snaked down from the hideous wound that even the owner didn't notice. It slowly flowed along the protruding blue veins on the pale skin, outlining a creepy, vine-like picture. It was more beautiful than the color of the flower petals, and it was very visually conflicting.

The man stepped forward and condescendingly tapped the white-haired youth's finger, and then pulled it away as lightly as a feather.

The spotless white glove was stained with a shocking patch of blood that slowly spread to the surroundings.

The demon narrowed his eyes and slowly took off his glove. Suddenly, he lowered his head and whispered in his ear.

A few strands of black hair fell on the white-haired youth's shoulder. It was very abrupt.

"I look forward to more surprises from you in the future."

The fingertip touched by the glove was smooth and flat.

The wound was completely gone.

.....

After No. 6 left, the whole of Las Vegas was in an uproar.

Unlike before, this time, thousands of burning gazes fell on the white-haired young man.

No one knew what No. 6 did, but the conversation between the two was only heard by each other.

So in the eyes of others, it was the Lord personally giving his symbol to the white-haired newcomer. The newcomer was too excited and didn't hold the bouquet properly, causing him to cut his finger. The demon lowered his status to treat him, fully expressing his appreciation for him.

"What did that mean, the Lord appreciates this newcomer so much …"

People whispered to each other. The fanatical admirers didn't even try to hide their jealousy. "He's just a C-level, how can he be appreciated by the Lord?"

"He's just a C-level piece of trash, how can he be appreciated by the Lord?"

"That's right, he did so much before, playing Landlord and playing poker, so it was all for this."

"Think about it carefully, if you can take this opportunity to leave an impression in front of the Lord, even if it's just a little, you'll have nothing to worry about in the future."

Originally, Zong Jiu's position in the eyes of the seniors was just a newcomer with a lot of momentum who needed to be beaten. Now, after No. 6's actions, many of his followers saw him as a thorn in their side.

No one knew when the demon became a legend, but there was no doubt that when any of the endless cycle of survival started to know about him, he was already an unreachable position above the clouds.

For so many years, he was so high up, cruel and heartless, never showing any interest in the word "friendly" to anyone.

But now, because of a mere C-level trainee, he broke it.

In the eyes of those who worshipped him like a god, this was tantamount to breaking the boundary. No one wanted a god to step down from the altar, and a god wouldn't make a mistake, so the hatred born from jealousy was all transferred to Zong Jiu.

It was hard to say whether the demon did it on purpose, but Zong Jiu had never been stingy with speculating about him with the greatest malice. Even if it wasn't on purpose, it was with the mentality of watching a good show.

But in the midst of this tidal wave of discussion, the white-haired young man didn't move, and maintained his posture.

He stared at the rose in his hand, and smiled in his heart.

He was so calm before because Zong Jiu knew very well that No. 6 couldn't do anything at this moment.

Although the trainees were in a competitive relationship, the main system had already announced the ironclad rule of not killing each other at the beginning of the competition, and this was where Zong Jiu's confidence came from.

And his opponent's subsequent actions made Zong Jiu even more certain that his train of thought was correct, otherwise, the demon wouldn't have chosen to withdraw from the bet without even revealing his trump card. According to this train of thought, the news of "No. 6 is the Mentor" was without a doubt quite heavy.

Without a doubt, Zong Jiu won this time. Not only did he win, but he won beautifully.

The only thing that needed to be said now was the price he had to pay to get back at Zong Jiu.

The news of the mentor threatened the demon, and at the same time, exposed Zong Jiu himself.

Most importantly, this secret was obviously very heavy.

Everyone knew that dead people didn't speak. Not only was Zong Jiu alive, but he was also very lively.

It was easy to imagine what kind of storm he would have to endure in the future.

But of course, after Zong Jiu found out about No. 6's disguise and still chose to retaliate and get back at Zong Jiu, he had already expected this outcome.

Zong Jiu had smashed the doctor to death in the mental hospital with a hammer, and the mentor had given him an F grade, so there was no way he could just let this go. Anyway, the prophecy had already said that they would be mortal enemies, and the grudge had already been formed, so Zong Jiu didn't care about this. He was born to seek revenge for the smallest grievance, and he believed that the demon wasn't a generous person either.

Even worse, Zong Jiu still had the tarot cards in his hand, so he wasn't afraid at all.

Most importantly, it was all worth it.

Because it was a total of one million chips!

In Las Vegas, the exchange rate of chips and survival points was one to one. With these chips, not only could Zong Jiu recover his hands, but he could also strengthen them to the peak of human fitness, surpassing what they had been before.

Zong Jiu had already thought about it when he was in the room.

With one million chips, his hands naturally wouldn't need to be mentioned. A magician's dynamic vision was also very important, so his eyes could be strengthened to the peak. He could also strengthen his strength and combat. This was something that Zong Jiu had felt when he fought with Zhuge An in the mental hospital's toilet. The difference between strengthening and not strengthening was like heaven and earth, and he couldn't afford to lose out in this aspect.

After deducting the chips that Zong Jiu exchanged with his life and the collateral, there were still some items left.

Some of the exchangeable items in Las Vegas were very interesting, and Zong Jiu had been paying attention to them for a long time.

One of the items was called [Strange Black Box], and it was an A grade item.

This item was very interesting, as long as the owner wanted to, he could take out anything he wanted from it at any time.

In fact, the System Backpack also had this function. Unfortunately, the System Backpack could only store special items and nothing else, so he had to give up on it.

The items that could be taken out from the box were limited to normal items, such as ropes, scissors, kitchen knives, candles, etc. Just like Zong Jiu's tarot cards, there was a cooldown time limit.

Although it wasn't an offensive item, and its function was relatively weak, it was tailor-made for magicians.

Because the box could be opened at any time, it was equivalent to having a portable extradimensional space, and Zong Jiu could take out anything from anywhere in the next second.

As everyone knew, magicians needed to prepare before performing magic. With this box, Zong Jiu could start his performance at any time, and it was a necessity for traveling. It was a blessing for magicians.

The second item was called [Substitute Doll], and it was also an A grade item.

Compared to the black box that no one cared about, the Substitute Doll was almost at the top of the wish list of all horror trainees.

There was no other reason than the uniqueness of this item. It could block a fatal crisis for the owner when he or she was in a life or death situation.

Although the Substitute Doll was a one-time consumable item, it was equivalent to having an extra life!

Looking at all the special items that had appeared in the infinite loop, except for the Book of the Dead that appeared in the S grade Instance "Ramses", there was no other item that could protect the life of a survivor.

The Book of the Dead was an S grade item, and after the death of the previous owner, no one among the tens of millions of survivors still had it, and only a few words were left.

Now that such a precious life-saving item had appeared, naturally everyone yearned for it.

It was just that the main system wanted to help newcomers, and the F grade and E grade items were as cheap as cabbages on the street. The higher the grade, the more frightening the price. Especially the Substitute Doll, the treasure of the casino.

It was also an A grade item, but its price was more than twice that of the black box.

Originally, according to his original plan, even if he made a lot of money, he would at most buy a black box and put his hand back.

As everyone knew, body strengthening was the most expensive.

Because of this, Zong Jiu did not put this doll in his list of must-have items in the beginning.

But he did not expect the devil to send him warmth in the middle of winter, and suddenly a million chips were arranged. All the planned and unplanned strengthening exchanges were arranged in one go, which was worth celebrating.

Since the biggest god didn't say anything, the others couldn't say anything either.

After receiving the purple card respectfully handed over by the purple Dealer, Zong Jiu looked calm on the surface, but his heart was blooming with joy.

The blond Saint stood up from his seat with a smile on his face. "Congratulations, little brother."

The exorcist beside him said a few polite words, and turned to leave with Azan in black.

The two A grade stared at him as if they wanted to eat him alive. It was a pity that although they had emotions, none of them dared to obstruct Zong Jiu, who had gained the favor of Zong Jiu. So they gave Zong Jiu one last fierce look, and turned to leave.

Only one person did not leave.

A man in a neat military uniform stood up, his thick cloak fluttering behind him, and the hilt of his sword flashed with a cold light. The shadow of the brim of his military cap was cast on his well-defined profile, and he looked quite unapproachable.

He walked in front of Zong Jiu, his unsmiling face still cold.

"You've changed a lot."

Fan Zhuo took a deep look at the white-haired young man, and his gaze stopped at the almost dried blood on his fingertips. His dark red eyes darkened, and he turned to leave without looking back.

If it were not for this expression, Zong Jiu would have forgotten that No. 7 was a half-vampire.

Thinking of this, he pulled his hand back slightly, and the rose casually twirled at his fingertips before handing it to the purple-clothed dealer.

The bullet screen exploded.

[Wait, it can't be what I think it is, right???]

[That's a devil's rose, a devil's?? Is he planning to give it away just like that?]

[No way, no way, no way. I can guarantee that even if he didn't anger No. 6 before, he will definitely do it now. This white-haired newbie is really good at courting death. Amazing.]

[What are you thinking, upstairs? That's impossible. How can he be so daring as to go against a devil?]

However, reality proved that Zong Jiu was really daring.

"Beautiful lady."

The white-haired young man smiled. "It was your lucky dealings that allowed me to win. I think you deserve it more than me."

It was so good to go against a devil. A million chips each time, and he wished he could do it a few more times. GKD!