[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pain-immunity-worried-the-villains-aren-t-twiste":3,"chapter-pain-immunity-worried-the-villains-aren-t-twiste-pain-immunity-worried-the-villains-aren-t-twiste-chapter-120":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},687904,922,"Chapter 120: A Bet—Strength Is My Destiny","pain-immunity-worried-the-villains-aren-t-twiste-chapter-120",120,"\u003Cp>Dare?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That last sentence almost made Lu Ce laugh out loud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a lousy provocation tactic. The guy was actually afraid Lu Ce wouldn’t take the bet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh.” Lu Ce chuckled and looked at Yan Hong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You may not be very smart, but that performance amused me a little. Guess I should thank you for the laugh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Up to you—set the bet, the stakes, even guess the time first if you want. Doesn’t matter to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ce said casually, then picked up a white towel from the table nearby and began wiping his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lust Mask… honestly, it took some getting used to…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previous Masks were mostly just amplifications of human traits, but the Lust Mask included things like obsessive cleanliness—something Lu Ce would never normally have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, he had to wipe his hands after every bite. Even if it was a reflex driven by the Lust Mask’s influence, it was still something he couldn’t quite adapt to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please don’t let this be real germophobia—this sh*t is annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Hong saw the same indifferent attitude as before, like Lu Ce wasn’t interested in the topic at all, and he felt a bit lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d already tried hard to find a game of pure luck—one where “Sin’s” abilities wouldn’t interfere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his eyes, “Sin’s” confidence—even arrogance and narcissism—couldn’t be due to mental issues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On one hand, it was confidence in his own powerful Strength and Peak Ranking. On the other hand, he suspected Lu Ce understood gambling techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or more precisely, sleight-of-hand—some kind of related skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d figured out the small-ball grab earlier—it was essentially a math-logic trick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what he hadn’t figured out was how the guy managed to feel out the right ball and grab it within seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now, he suspected that “Sin” had some ability like “magician’s hands,” tailor-made for a casino setting—hence the total calmness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at this moment, he was starting to feel uneasy again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright then. One Star. But since it’s you, the bet doubles—so two Stars.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine.” Lu Ce replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment both agreed, two beams of light enveloped them—bet confirmed, no backing out under these terms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Hong glanced at “Sin’s” pale, slender hands, but didn’t dwell on it. He looked toward the slot machine in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slot game was simple—single-bet per round, amount was up to the player.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, three spinning reels would start and could be stopped at any time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If all three showed different icons, the bet was lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If two icons matched, the player could either try again or walk away with no loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If all three matched, the bet was doubled and returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very simple rules. No skill involved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in Yan Hong’s eyes, the man in the green clothes had been standing in front of that slot machine for nearly ten minutes, playing nonstop since the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy’s personality was easy to read—a bit timid, not very confident in his own abilities. Afraid that gambling with others or with a Fake Human would end badly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he chose to keep playing that one slot machine, leaving his fate in the hands of a machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he only had one Star. After playing so long, he’d only reached two Stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Win some, lose some—but never bet big.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It also showed that the slot machine had no tricks—it was a relatively fair Game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, the guy’s gambler’s mindset had started to take over. He looked rooted to the spot in front of the machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gesturing with his hands, like he was calculating odds—just like those “experts” at lottery shops analyzing patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Hong had been watching the guy for a long time and could tell—this man was addicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Hong wasn’t dumb. When he chose this bet, he’d thought it through thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It won’t be a short wait!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you brain-dead? Staring this long—how hard is it to just guess a time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Hong had been so focused on the slot machine guy that he forgot the time—Lu Ce was getting impatient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, don’t rush me. I’m just thinking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright then, I’ll guess… thirty minutes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head, smiling at Lu Ce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Honestly, how long you think doesn’t really matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since it’s just about who guesses closer, the optimal move is for you to guess one second longer or shorter than me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That way, the bet turns into: does he leave before or after thirty minutes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Each of us has a fifty percent chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No big deal. I never thought I had to beat you. I’m fine losing two Stars to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just want to see if, standing in front of you, I have a fifty percent win rate—if this casino is ruled more by fate, or by Strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Hong spoke sincerely. He wasn’t trying to challenge “Sin”—just trying to make contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as “Sin” picked one second more or less than him, he’d consider it a win. That tiny interaction would be enough for gauging Strength and establishing a connection for future contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the guy didn’t seem interested in talking to weaklings—just ignored him the whole time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar, Xie Antong also turned her head. The All-Seeing Eye transmitted all the data.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t have much faith in Yan Hong—because he was too straight-laced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From experience, she knew: trying to beat “Sin” using fair, proper methods... was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Done yapping? Who asked you?” Lu Ce looked at the slightly long-winded Yan Hong with a deadpan stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So your final answer is thirty minutes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.” Yan Hong confirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, cool. Then I’ll guess three seconds!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Yan Hong could even process whether he’d misheard, Hell Roar appeared in Lu Ce’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fired a blast straight at the ceiling!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The violent roar made everyone present flinch. Every head turned—including the green-clothed man who had been glued to the slot machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man quickly realized in horror—the gun was aimed right at him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time to think. Instinct took over—he dove away, rolling and crawling more than ten meters, finally hiding under a table and shouting wildly, gesturing at the Slime in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ce turned to look at the now-frozen Yan Hong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fate, or Strength?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Strength is my fate.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1040,"2026-06-02T09:03:27.233Z",1,"novelbin.me","1e5aea5aa7e6aeb4675338519bbf0f1bcb98e8b8a09487d645233e6f3d3d4d3e","pain-immunity-worried-the-villains-aren-t-twiste-chapter-121","pain-immunity-worried-the-villains-aren-t-twiste-chapter-119",867,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpain-immunity-worried-the-villains-aren-t-twiste-cover.jpg"]