Chapter 219: Shen Qing Is B+? What

"Take down the Chaotic Scale?"

Su Ming found a comfortable posture and sat down again.

His fingers tapped the armrest intermittently.

It was like listening to a downstairs aunt brag, completely uneventful.

The gambler before me seems to have had his mindset shattered by Shen Qing, looking a bit dazed.

The air suddenly fell silent.

The distant slot machine's rolling electronic sound rang especially harsh in the dead silence.

A few seconds later.

Ha—

Su Ming couldn't hold back and yawned broadly.

"Old Gambling Ghost, although I admire your current mental state—crazy enough, vigorous enough..."

"But this art of painting big pies is usually used by bosses to fool employees."

Su Ming leaned forward, his eyes playful, his tone laced with unabashed mockery.

"You now owe me a mountain of bad debt, your life already in my hands—what will you use to take down that colossal beast?"

"Rely on your shredded flesh? Or on your volatile mental state that could bite at any moment?"

He doesn't buy it!

Anyone can shout a hot‑blooded slogan.

But in the adult world, that's just a blank check.

A check without redemption power is even too hard to wipe one's butt with.

"I know you don't believe!"

The gambler didn't flinch, forcibly suppressing the bone‑deep fear of Su Ming.

He knows the temperament of the man before him all too well.

He won't release a hawk without seeing a rabbit, nor shed tears without seeing a coffin.

And he knows his abilities even better!

To swing this unparalleled sharp "blade" at that colossal beast, mere peddling of misery and hatred isn't enough.

He must make it see "flesh"!

Or make it realize...

If the blade isn't swung, it will rest on his own throat!

"Mr. Su, do you think Shen Qing... strong?!"

The gambler didn't answer directly, but instead posed a question.

"Strong?"

Su Ming recalled the feel of his hand just now, curled his lip, and spoke frankly.

"The ability is indeed a bit disgusting, like a piece of taffy."

"But aside from that, there's nothing special."

"If not to let him experience a bit more human suffering, this thing would probably die several times faster than now."

That's a blunt truth.

If it weren't for that vague settlement ability...

Facing the absolute numerical monster, that flashy Legendary-grade item is no different from paper.

"Indeed... in your eyes, he truly isn't anything."

The gambler let out a grim laugh, a deep dread flashing in his single eye.

"But within the Chaotic Scale, Shen Qing... is only a mid‑tier!"

He stared at Su Ming, spitting out a truth that made one's scalp tingle!

"Internal organization rating: B+."

Su Ming's fingers tapping the armrest paused slightly.

B+ level?

Huh?

A character equipped with a Legendary-grade item, possessing Rule-type abilities, able to toy with people at will...

is only a B+‑level worker?

Su Ming's eyebrows twitched slightly, a vague irritation stirring inside.

From childhood through school, from language and math to music and art, he never earned a grade below A!

Yet even this B+‑grade stuff is so disgusting...

So what on earth are the A‑level, S‑level things?

"Mr. Su, your understanding of this world..."

"Or rather, how much do you know about this damned apocalypse?"

The gambler turned, looking at the bizarre casino space, his voice suddenly becoming a bit ethereal.

"Monsters descend, altars appear in the sky, humans kill each other for survival, the strong thrive, the weak perish, right?"

"This is the surface we see."

"And it's also the tacit game rule everyone has accepted these past days."

"But if I say..."

The gambler snapped his head back, a cold glint flashing in his single eye.

"Chaotic Scale, you don't keep this Rule?"

"Hm?"

Su Ming scratched his hair, feeling a bit interested.

"What do you mean?"

"Ha! Mr. Su, when I joined them, it was at the altar's descent..."

The Gambler raised two fingers, his voice trembling.

"The next day!"

"Ah?!"

Even Su Ming, hearing that, couldn't help but squint his eyes.

His previously slouchy posture instantly straightened.

"The next day?!"

"What was the situation back then?"

He remembered it clearly!

People were still only in the exploratory stage.

And he had just hidden the Abyssal Demon Dragon Egg, unarmed and struggling to move.

But at that moment...

There was already an organization conducting large‑scale recruitment?!

"Are you sure?"

Su Ming stared at the Gambler, his voice low, no longer teasing.

"I'll never forget, even unto death!"

The Gambler swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"That morning, the eerie Gray Rain had just stopped."

"By the way, at that time I was already the boss of this underground casino, with a bunch of ruthless men under me."

"Outside was a chaotic mess, and I was about to lead my brothers into a big fight."

"Then, someone knocked on the Gate."

"I am usually cautious, but at that moment I didn't think much and opened the Gate."

The Gambler's body began to tremble.

"Damn! A whole piece was lying on the ground!"

"My junior brothers fell silently, all collapsed!"

"At the Gate entrance stood two people, wearing identical clothes, neat and clean, without a single crease."

"I reacted quickly, raised my hand and fired a shot!"

"But they... were faster!"

"Before I could react, the gun was already in those two's hands."

"One of them, right in front of me, pressed the barrel against his own temple and pulled the trigger."

"Then, damn it, just like in those slow‑motion movies, he casually caught the bullet with his other hand!"

"The next day! That damn next day! He can act like that!"

The Gambler's voice turned hysterical.

"When I was still smug about awakening my abilities, thinking I was the chosen one, they..."

"Already possessed combat power that could crush me with a single touch!"

"Later, I was taken away."

"I saw their base... organizational structure, personnel division, logistical support..."

"It was refined like a war machine that had been running for countless years, just waiting for the apocalypse trigger!"

"Mr. Su, what do you think..."

"Is this normal?!"

Su Ming remained silent.

"Normal?!"

"Good question."

"It's damn abnormal!"

"It's like everyone is playing a battle‑royale game, just landed and haven't picked up a weapon, not even figured out how to parachute."

"Then they look around."

"The neighboring team is not only fully armed, driving tanks, and even has a combat command center built!"

"That's more than just cheating."

"Someone had, before this game even started..."

"Already set up the layout in advance!"

"And then?!"

Su Ming pulled a cigar he had taken from Tang Zhong's corpse out of his pocket, held it to his nose and inhaled, masking the smell of blood in the air.

"Then? Do I have a choice?"

The Gambler gave a self‑deprecating smile.

"Either be a dog, or die."

"I signed that Servitude Contract and joined Chaotic Scale."

But…

He shifted his tone, and fierce hatred surged in his eyes.

"I originally thought I was a senior elder, one of the earliest to join."

"Even without merit I have toiled, and even if I'm a dog, I should still be a prestigious Tibetan Mastiff!"

"But these people… or rather this cold organization, have no notion of seniority at all!"

"They only look at 【Value】 and 【Rating】! It's as if they're dealing with a pile of data!"

"Shen Qing, that pretty boy, joined three whole days after me!"

"Just because his ability is special and his rating is higher than mine, he can step on my head and defecate or urinate whenever he wants!"

"I object!!"

Gambler slammed a fierce punch onto the nearby gambling table, shaking the Chip into a frantic bounce.

"I have been fighting Sheng and death in Jin City for so many years!"

"And after the altar era, I built the Golden House, pouring countless resources from the heavens and expending endless effort!"

"What was the result?"

"Just because I lost to you, the organization and he want to settle the score with me?"

"They want to cut off my head and use it as a ball for you to kick?"

Hoo!

Suddenly, Gambler took a deep breath.

Then, his eyes turned blood‑red, murderous intent blazing!

"Moreover…"