Doomsday Jigsaw Puzzle

Chapter 149: Chapter 149: The Gambling Freak and the Gambling God

"Oh, my Pangu, this damned little thing, I hate it, it’s crowding my performance space. Can’t you try a little harder to find a way to help me advance? You fickle, flirtatious fellow, the weather is so cold, just like a bad man’s heart. But I’ll still serve you like a Bootlicker, whimpering. Fortunately, winning money can make me happy. Bad man, let’s transform into gambling gods together."

Not long after Bai Wu obtained the Eye of Insight, this remark appeared in his eyes.

"Half an hour? Hahaha, the guest is really funny. You only have one chip now, I think you better think about how to win the first game. Just a friendly reminder, you will lose one thing every hour, but you can redeem it with chips. Which means, if you want to leave with your companions safe and sound, you’ll need quite a number of chips."

"As a member of the Merchant Guild, this seahorse has the same tone as its master, but it doesn’t have the tact to deal with the world. We all know, when the master is in a high position, they often pretend to be humble, but their underlings won’t; they just become more arrogant. Level five Evil Fallen, rare Mutation Entry: Sea Elemental Summoning."

These were normal data.

But now Bai Wu could also see bar graph-like analyses of combat power, along with current lifespan, preferences, and fears.

The latter came from the bond attribute of the Eye of Insight, while Prayle’s Eye’s bond attribute was to see brief snippets of the future and provide the host with the best solutions that their talents could achieve.

If Prayle’s Eye before was like a mischievous child who occasionally liked to leave Bai Wu with riddles, it was still naughty now, but what it gave Bai Wu were only the glaring solutions.

"You may not know what it means to win 144 chips from one chip; we usually call such people gambling monsters."

After saying that, Bai Wu returned directly to the casino main hall, beginning to look for prey.

He scanned the casino and saw many people’s remaining lifespans and their real ages.

Most of these casino employees only had one day left of life.

But to Bai Wu’s surprise, most of them... didn’t exceed ten years old.

Meaning, these seemingly withered and thin old people... were not actually the miners from the lower echelons. Although they wore miner’s clothes, in reality—they were children.

There were many different kinds of missing person cases under the Investigation Corps’ jurisdiction, including cases of missing girls.

But Bai Wu didn’t recall any cases involving missing children.

In the remarks Bai Wu knew, it was only mentioned that these people participated in gambling, and Prayle’s Eye’s focus was always strange—"They’re all struggling to survive another day. Being in debt isn’t scary, what’s scary is they’ve grown accustomed to repaying debts."

At first glance, this sentence seemed to be describing a bunch of incurable, self-doomed gamblers.

Therefore, he didn’t know before that these casino employees were actually children.

"There haven’t been any missing children cases in the lower levels. At least, in the control of cases in the lower levels, the higher-ups and Garrison Corps are not as well-informed as the Investigation Corps. It seems the secrets of this casino are more than I imagined."

Bai Wu kept this in mind, but what he needed to do now was to win enough chips. After scanning the casino hall, he already had a target in mind.

The orator who was keen on playing Wolfman Kill should have left the casino after making a huge profit, in principle.

But Bai Wu noticed that the orator’s current remaining lifespan was just one day.

Bai Wu joined the gambling.

The casino’s Wolfman Kill wasn’t any complex setup. It lacked the many strange roles of its past life.

Mainly, it tested eloquence and judgment. The essence of the game was guessing each other’s identities and convincing others to believe your words.

"You only have one chip, and you dare to play this? Seems like you must have some kind of strong card up your sleeve. Everyone, watch out for him. Such people are often lunatics, betting all they have. I suggest that no matter how the next round starts, we should kill him immediately," the orator said loudly.

Sometimes humans can be more evil than Evil Fallen.

This miner, with an orator’s talent, naturally made people feel trust through his words, and soon Bai Wu was in a position everyone dreaded.

As a result, if Bai Wu were a civilian, he might be killed by mistake, and if he were a werewolf, he might be targeted for early elimination.

If Bai Wu survived the first round, it would mean he was very likely a werewolf.

Miners liked to see others lose all their chips and then witness their despair as they had something taken away.

Such malicious intentions didn’t bother Bai Wu; he smiled politely at the orator:

"Your Honor, before the game starts, I would like to establish an oath."

The Seahorse Evil Fallen mentioned that oaths hold great binding power in gambling.

The employee in charge of the gambling, hunched over, asked, "What oath?"

Bai Wu didn’t directly state his vow; instead, he mocked:

"That’s right, I indeed have a trump card up my sleeve, and my goal is to win all your money. You bunch of idiots, trash, scum. A group of unintelligent waste, my intended meaning includes but is not limited to these words, and you can fill in the rest of the swear words yourselves."

Bai Wu looked at everyone with an annoyingly smug expression.

Such foolish behavior! The orator miner’s heart was filled with contempt, this idiot has cornered himself, no wonder he only has one coin.

Making enemies like this will only attract everyone’s firepower. A civilian would be mistakenly killed immediately. The same for a Law Enforcer.

And once becoming a werewolf, he would be the first to be investigated.

"And to prevent you from running away, if I win, you have to keep playing with me. Deal? If you accept, swear it. As compensation, I will pay six chips to the victor."

"I accept your foolish challenge, but you have only one chip on you. If you lose, are you sure you can pay six chips?"

This sentence was still a trap, and the orator looked at Bai Wu with amusement.

"Since I’ve taken the oath, it naturally means that I am willing to let the casino take six things from me."

The Evil Fallens immediately became excited.

Madman, this is like giving everything on him to the casino!

Now everyone believed the orator even more; this person was in a state of desperate madness.

So the others also took oaths, accepting Bai Wu’s challenge. The Evil Fallens have always enjoyed making the casino even more despairing.

In the game of werewolf killing, Bai Wu was already in a situation that made him quite easy to eliminate. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

But as a gamble, this game had a special rule, a universal outcome present in all gambling games—a grand slam.

If the werewolf killed all the Law Enforcers and civilians, then the werewolf would achieve a grand slam and each one would take everyone’s chips.

In the first three rounds, if the civilians and Law Enforcers could predict the identity of each person in conversation, in prophecy, they would also achieve a grand slam.

To win all the other people’s chips. Whether it is a last will or a regular statement, both would make it effective. And the earlier the grand slam was triggered, the higher the multiplier for winning chips. If one were to predict everyone’s identity in the first round, it would trigger a double grand slam.

But this was almost an impossible feat.

It’s worth mentioning that in the casino’s games, there was no such role as a prophet. There was only slaughter and suspicion; no one truly knew the truth.

Under the orator’s instigation, Bai Wu was at a disadvantage from the start.

Sure enough, Bai Wu, who drew a civilian card in the first round, was killed by the werewolves.

"I hope everyone performs well this round; regardless of who wins, they will get six extra chips."

The orator looked at Bai Wu teasingly.

Bai Wu was very calm and politely responded with a smile:

"According to the rules, I still have a last will."

"In this situation, do you think anyone would believe you? Dying in the first round, what information could you know?"

"Civilians may not speak during the last will period."

The orator miner waved his hand, despite not being able to speak and intervene, he still had a face of contentment.

Bai Wu remained unfazed and stated:

"The game has already ended, don’t you know?"

Under the bond effects of Prayle’s Eye and the Eye of Insight, Bai Wu had known his identity and the outcome before the game even started.

"I planned to join in with everyone as a regular person, but instead, I received targeting due to someone’s malicious instigation. I had no choice but to use a vow to force you to play with me. I’m done pretending. I’m the Gambling God. I’m revealing my hand."

The reason for force was because the ability Bai Wu displayed next was just like that of a role that didn’t exist in this game—a prophet.

He predicted everyone’s identity with god-like accuracy.

"Number fourteen, number three, number six, number eleven, werewolves. Number five, number thirteen, number seven, number nine, Law Enforcers, and the rest are all civilians. The game is over."

"The game over? The god of gambling? Hahahahaha... Have you lost your mind?" The orator laughed out loud.

Just when the orator and the other fourteen participants decided to mock Bai Wu, the referee suddenly announced:

"Game over, player number one has triggered a double grand slam."

This statement seemed to carry a silencing effect.

The orator’s face froze instantly, and the Evil Fallen also doubted their ears, falling silent for a moment.

It took a few seconds before the orator came back to his senses, saying in shock:

"How is that possible... How did he make that judgment?"

Everyone’s faces were filled with astonishment, even the person playing the role of the judge found it unbelievable.

"Cheating! This person must have cheated!"

Of course, they did not doubt the fairness of the casino; with no clues whatsoever, Bai Wu’s correct guesses undoubtedly indicated cheating.

Bai Wu, ear still at his ear, casually said:

"Can we start the next round? I’m in a hurry."

Bai Wu didn’t want to waste thirty minutes for just over a hundred chips.

Right then, some Evil Fallen were considering dropping out of the game.

But at this moment, the casino staff coughed twice and warned:

"If you break your oath, something very terrible will happen, and perhaps you have already felt it."

This statement frightened everyone into immediately discarding the idea of leaving.

They did not know what would happen if they broke the oath, but the instant they considered quitting the game, each person felt their heartbeat accelerate—

So fast that it seemed like their hearts might burst from the rapid beating the next second.

Bai Wu guessed that the effect of the oath must also be some kind of powerful Mutation Entry?

It seemed the master of this place, although not Little Octopus, was definitely a tough character.

"That’s good, everyone is a good child who keeps their oaths; I like playing games with good children the most."

Bai Wu’s smile became enigmatic.

Next, Bai Wu acted like another judge; indeed, the game tested eloquence, but what if you had all-knowing information?

Especially since Bai Wu could analyze a person based on their likes and dislikes from the Eye of Insight.

The orator could beguile people’s hearts, but Bai Wu could provide the most accurate data analysis, convincing everyone that he was the only truth there.

If he got the roles of the commoner or the law enforcer, Bai Wu could trigger a grand slam. If he got the role of the werewolf, Bai Wu could use data to persuade others to end the game in the most efficient way; the goal wasn’t the grand slam, but to save time.

The second game, Bai Wu’s grand slam, victory.

The third game, Bai Wu ended the game in four rounds, victory.

The fourth game, still Bai Wu’s grand slam, victory.

The fifth game, yet again Bai Wu’s grand slam, victory.

Most Evil Fallen wanted to end the game as quickly as possible, but the oath rendered them unable to withdraw. Their expressions moved from shock to numbness, and then from numbness to despair. Some Evil Fallen... gained benefits in the process.

The chips on the miner had also dwindled to almost none.

When the game progressed to the seventh round, Bai Wu had already accumulated over a hundred chips.

Some of the Evil Fallen had lost so much they no longer remembered who they were. Others saw their remaining lifespan drop from seventy years to just fifteen hours.

At this point, Bai Wu ended the gambling game.

While searching for the next game, he returned good for evil by giving some chips to the miner, saying:

"If you keep gambling, I will come to win your money again. Use these chips to redeem what you’ve lost. As for the excess, consider it compensation for something disappearing every hour."

The man’s lifespan had dropped to just twelve years.

Because he lost to Bai Wu and didn’t continue gambling, he wouldn’t enter the second layer of the casino, and his destiny thus changed.

Although it was a good deed, Bai Wu didn’t want to explain too much to these gamblers. He wasn’t a saint who wanted to save everyone, just casually lending a hand while winning money.

If the man continued to court death, Bai Wu wouldn’t actually target him.

The orator didn’t know how to react after receiving Bai Wu’s chips; he couldn’t understand Bai Wu’s behavior.

Bai Wu had already moved on to the next area.

He had reached the man who tossed the dice, possessing Talent Sequence 266: The Sixth Time’s a Charm, which had allowed the noble-looking Little Mustache to win a lot of money.

His lifespan was only one day left.

Bai Wu was certain that if he kept winning, he would attract the attention of the casino’s higher-ups.

"It looks like you’ve won a lot of people’s money, and no one wants to bet with you anymore, shall I gamble with you?"

"Of course, you can."

Little Mustache was pleased; he was worried that he had won too much and that the surrounding people had noticed something off, too scared to bet against him.

Bai Wu was resolute, and decisively bet against Little Mustache.

The dice weren’t tossed by the betters but by a machine from the casino. The machine shook at different rates each time, making it virtually unpredictable.

However, participants could call out to stop, causing the machine to cease shaking the dice box.

In this round, Bai Wu lost eight chips. Little Mustache was quite smug; in the sixth round, he once again utilized his Sequence to get three sixes.

"Hmm... It seems I’ve had bad luck," Bai Wu frowned.

"Continue?" asked Little Mustache.

"Of course, no one’s luck is good all the time. And I have plenty of chips; there will be a time when I win," Bai Wu said.

"I like optimistic people. How about we make an oath?" proposed Little Mustache, his greed piqued by the sight of Bai Wu’s chips. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Bai Wu feigned curiosity:

"What kind of oath?"

"I have quite a few chips too. We’ll play ten rounds, and neither of us is allowed to quit," Little Mustache smiled.

"Are you sure?" questioned Bai Wu.

"Of course, I’m sure. What’s a casino without a thrilling bet? What do you say, do you dare? If not, don’t waste my time," Little Mustache urged.

"I accept your invitation," Bai Wu agreed cheerfully.

The oath took effect.

At this moment, feeling buoyant, Little Mustache declared:

"I’ll tell you something, in the sixth round my dice will show three sixes. You’re bound to lose."

The oath made Little Mustache a bit too overconfident.

Bai Wu nodded calmly and said:

"You’re truly an honest person. Then I will tell you something too—"

"My dice—every round will be three sixes."