Chapter 1569 - 400: Gambling City Turmoil, Praise Emperor Zhao (Part 3)

Chapter 1569: Chapter 400: Gambling City Turmoil, Praise Emperor Zhao (Part 3)

If you don’t want to participate, you can take it as a souvenir.

That is to say, if you want to take away resources, you have to play a round here.

Although there was a slight regret in his heart, after thinking about it, he realized that the tokens were an unexpected gain, and even if he lost them, there would be no real loss.

Instantly, the burden in his heart vanished into thin air.

Clutching the tokens, he walked towards the simplest game table.

Placing his hand on the table, he could clearly feel the obscure and powerful Rule Energy flowing beneath it.

This made him instinctively wonder if the force behind the casino had set a trap through a method he couldn’t understand.

Making the chances of winning in the casino greater.

Although the casino claimed that all games were to obtain Rule-derived Energy and there was no cheating involved.

But that’s just one side of the casino’s story; what methods they have in the background is unpredictable.

However, this thought only flashed through Wo Wen’s mind for a moment.

After all, he didn’t need to pay any cost.

A new round began, and he pushed the token in his hand towards the area marked "Big".

He had already understood the game rules while watching earlier.

If the sum of the points exceeds 12, it’s Big; less than or equal to 12, it’s Small. The result is determined by four dice.

The one controlling the game was a figure with beautiful long silver hair, now smiling at him:

"Destiny Game, place your bets."

When the hourglass on the table finished its countdown, the silver-haired figure covered the dice cup and pressed the switch on the table.

Suddenly, the crisp sound of dice colliding filled the air.

Wo Wen’s eyes were fixed on the continuously shaking dice cup, and although he told himself there was no need to be nervous, the soft body beneath his shell involuntarily tensed slightly.

The dice cup settled and was opened.

5, 6, 6, 4, totaling 21 points, Big.

An indescribable joy surged in Wo Wen’s heart.

Yet, he saw the silver-haired figure retrieve the tokens and then push two slightly different "Official Chip Coins" in front of him.

The two tokens collided with a light sound.

He won.

Easily, effortlessly.

After collecting the chips, he instinctively turned and walked a few steps towards the direction of the "Gold Coin Pawnshop," intending to exchange these two chips for tangible resources to take back.

However, just as he was about to merge into the departing crowd, his steps suddenly halted.

A thought entered his mind: What can two chips exchange for?

Even if exchanged for resources, it would be far from enough to change the plight currently faced by the clan.

Perhaps they could buy a few more of the Tide Clan’s lowest level Healing Spores, but in the face of the ongoing onslaught from the Bitter Demon Army, it was just a drop in the bucket.

He stopped, eyes shifting, looking back at the still noisy gambling table.

The silver-haired dealer was smiling, starting a new round of shaking the dice, the crisp sound of dice colliding sounded so enticing at this moment.

If... if he could win a few more?

The frenzied excitement of the surrounding gamblers, the lingering sweet taste of Spirit Food on his tongue, and the deep concern for his clan’s future destiny collided violently in his mind.

A crazy thought sprouted in his heart.

The possibility of saving the clan through regular means had already been cut off; could the Destiny Casino be the last hope for the clan’s survival?

Use the two chips in his hand to seize a one-in-a-million chance.

Go back with insignificant war resources, facing a doomed defeat.

Stay, using these two chips as a new bet, to strive for a chance to truly change fate.

The worst result is merely losing two chips, just consider it returned.

Wo Wen abruptly turned, the rationality in his eyes completely extinguished, replaced by a frenzy ignited by desire and desperation.

He hesitated no longer, quickly returning to the table, and heavily placed the two chips he held down.

The choice this time was still: Big.

In the time that followed, Wo Wen completely immersed himself in it.

His emotions fluctuated violently with each roll of the dice.

When the points hit the mark, he couldn’t help but wave his arm and cheer like the other gamblers.

When the points missed, he couldn’t help but shake his head in frustration, eyes fixed on the dice cup, anticipating the outcome of the next round.

He forgot about the crisis of the clan, forgot about the passage of time; in his eyes, there were only the constantly jumping numbers and the ever-growing pile of chips.

The Lucky Sea God seemed to particularly favor him, and the number of his chips, despite the ups and downs, steadily and continuously increased.

From two became ten, then to thirty-two... that pile of chips shimmering faintly in his eyes seemed to transform into a mountain of Healing Spores and various war resources.

Yet, fate’s trick descended without warning.

Several reckless bets in a row made him quickly lose nearly two-thirds of the chips he held.

The illusion of wealth that had just been constructed collapsed abruptly, and a huge sense of loss and unwillingness engulfed him like cold seawater.

"No... it can’t end like this." Wo Wen clenched his hands tightly, his body trembling slightly.

The scene of the clan land falling into enemy hands appeared vividly in his mind once again.

Panic and desperate frenzy seized him in an instant.

He hastily pushed all the remaining chips in front of him into the betting area, betting on an extremely unpopular high-multiplier option at the table, all dice the same color.

Each die had two colors, 1-3 red, 4-6 blue, a total of four dice.

As long as the colors were the same, he could get an 8x payout.

This was his last chance, to either rise overnight or utterly collapse.

"Place your bets."

The silver-haired figure pressed "start" behind the dice cup, expressionless.