Chapter 114: Desperate Gamble! Summoning a God Is Easy, Sending a God Is Hard!

The air above the gambling table is so thick it suffocates.

Not enough play?

These few characters are comparable to a death knell from hell!

Continue?

Continue with what?!

You, a monster who could flip the table at any moment and slaughter everyone.

Tell those little lambs to have a good time?

This isn't a game.

It's torture!

"I… I want to quit…"

The woman wearing a 【Crying Mask】 has her mental defenses completely shattered.

Did she just roar at that man earlier?

Then, will the one behind her be the first to tear herself apart?!

She trembles, trying to stand and flee from this man‑eating gambling table.

"Sit down!!!"

【Clown】 lets out a sharp scream, eyes bulging, red veins spreading.

"Keep your head clear!"

"Forgot? If you leave, you'll die!"

Boom!

The woman freezes mid‑air, as if struck by lightning.

Yes, that's right!

According to the Rule, whoever breaks the game becomes the 【Table‑Flipper】!

The rest automatically become 【Enforcer】, who may use force to eliminate!

Usually they're eager for someone to quit so they can split the inheritance.

But now…

That monster is sitting here!

Once you become the 【Table‑Flipper】 yourself.

No one needs to act; that man judged as 【Enforcer】 would probably be able to chop himself up with a single slash!

Self‑entangle!

The real self‑entangle!

The steel Prison they forged themselves has now welded shut their Unique way of survival!

"So, have you all figured it out?"

Su Ming's gaze sweeps over each mask, a playful smile curling his lips.

"I'm a person who values the Rule above all."

"Since you're here, you must enjoy it to the fullest."

His fingers tap the tabletop with rhythm.

Tap, tap, tap.

"Place your bets, everyone."

"Don't let the game cool down!"

The seven stare at each other, like mourners at a funeral.

You can't run away, you can't win a fight.

Aside from gritting their teeth and continuing to play with this old man, they have no other choice!

Summoning a god is easy, sending a god away is hard!

"Huh…"

【Clown】's chest heaves violently as he forces down emotions on the brink of losing control.

If they endure three rounds, according to the Rule, they can legally leave!

Then, the main road leads to the heavens, each taking a side!

But this group of theirs…

Will they turn their backs and try to reclaim the game from him?!

No!

Don't daydream!

There's no final verdict yet; the situation might still turn.

"Second round, place your bets!"

【Clown】 bites his teeth, announcing in a hoarse voice.

However, this time.

No one again sends out 【Epic】‑level Chip without blinking, as they did in the first round.

The glow on the gambling table dims.

Blue Chips appear sparsely, one after another.

【Excellent】‑grade item!

One grade lower than 【Epic】.

It is also the lowest threshold of this high‑end gambling game.

All that greed, all that secret‑spying…

All of it, go see ghosts!

They now only want to spend the smallest price, endure this damned three‑round game, and then roll as far as they can!

"Tsk."

Su Ming stared at the Pure One Suit of blue Chips on the table, his brows tightly knit, his face full of disdain.

He had thought the Purple Light was the start.

But it only made a slight move.

And that's already your peak?!

"The downgrade in consumption is this fast?"

"Where's the promised sincerity? The promised hospitality? The promised enjoyment?"

Three rapid questions, and Su Ming hated that iron didn't become steel.

"Your so‑called alliance…"

"Is it only worth this pitiful money?"

Facing the mockery, the seven collectively played dead.

Eye watches the nose, nose watches the heart.

As long as I don't hear it, the awkward one isn't me!

"Fine, consider it poverty alleviation."

Su Ming, utterly bored, shrugged his shoulders.

He waved casually.

The Epic‑level Chip he had just won was once again tossed back onto the table by him as if discarding trash.

Standing out like a crane among chickens!

Blindingly glaring!

Not very harmful.

Extremely insulting!

"Spin it."

Buzz—!

The White Bone Roulette spun again.

Only this time…

Except for Su Ming, everyone else's eyes lost hope, leaving only prayers.

Don't spin to yourself!

And don't spin to Jing!

Creak—!

The pointer swept over Clown…

Sweeping over one pale mask after another…

Finally!

It steadied and stopped right before that lazily‑postured figure.

Clack!

Above the base, scarlet light shot skyward!

Another True!

"Sss—!"

A uniform, sweeping hiss of air conditioning rang out.

The worst case has occurred!

When a person starts getting unlucky.

Don't lose heart, endure it!

Next, even more unlucky things await you!

The offensive‑defensive momentum completely reverses!

The paint on Clown's face twitches, the Smile Mask uglier than crying.

"Con… congratulations, Mr. Jing!"

"Your luck is truly good!"

"Then, may I ask who you wish to designate this time?"

Su Ming rose, strolling leisurely around the gambling table.

That year, he had both hands in his pockets, with no opponent!

With each step, passersby tensed up, fearing being named.

Finally.

He returned to Clown's side again.

Clown's heart gave a sudden thump.

This damn… chose me again?!

Snatching a sheep, right?!

"Hehe…"

Su Ming smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Thank you for taking me into such an interesting game..."

"So..."

Around them, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

It seems this time.

Pure's chosen target is still the Clown (Opera Role)!

"I'll just ask you then!"

Hm?!

Everyone was startled.

Because...

Su Ming's finger did not point at the Clown (Opera Role).

It pointed toward the far corner of the gambling table.

The old man who had been silent all along, utterly unremarkable, wearing a Calm mask.

"Sir, your physique is quite robust!"

Su Ming's voice was gentle.

He has always respected the elderly and cared for the young.

The Clown (Opera Role) was taken aback.

The people around him were equally stunned.

Choosing this immortal old thing?

What a waste of opportunity!

That guy was just pulled in at the last minute to make up numbers; he has no real benefit.

The old man in the Calm mask slowly lifted his head, his murky gaze falling on Su Ming, his voice hoarse.

"Mr. Pure... what do you wish to ask this old man?"

Su Ming's mouth twitched upward as he leaned forward, meeting the old man's eyes across the gambling table.

"This question might be a bit presumptuous."

"I would like to ask..."

Su Ming paused, his thumb turned opposite toward the Clown (Opera Role).

"That noisy watchdog, you raised it, right?"

Boom!

At that moment, the silence in the casino was deafening!

The Clown (Opera Role)'s expression froze instantly.

J—Just kidding, right?!

"You... what did you say?!"

"I'm the dog he raised?!"

The Clown (Opera Role) looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, seething with a bitter laugh, his voice sharp!

"I am the owner of this casino! I am the Unique—"

"Shut up."

Su Ming didn't even glance at him, merely uttering two words calmly.

Then, he continued to stare at the unruffled old man before him, a glint flashing in his eyes.

"Do you want me to make it clearer?"

"The real... casino boss?"