Both Shui and Miss Leng were somewhat surprised.
In the situation before them, the other party clearly had the power to trap and kill the two of them, seizing the [World Rubik’s Cube]... thus causing the course of the game to completely favor the Demons.
The Demon Group didn’t do so,
Instead, they displayed a friendliness that was completely illogical and even issued a gambling invitation.
Seeing the two of them hesitate to respond, Mr. Eugene added another sentence:
"Of course... If you’re not interested in the gambling before you, please feel free to leave through this door."
Saying that, a Void portal leading to the outside was created,
At a glance, Shui could see that the portal was perfectly fine, and it could transport them to a star region close to the main force.
Shui rotated his pure eyes under his curly hair and stared at Mr. Eugene, "When you easily could kill us, why give us such an opportunity?
"A smart person like you should understand, right? Directly killing you would greatly reduce the difficulty of the game, rendering my run gambling game meaningless.
We acknowledge the strength of you two greatly.
It’s precisely because you have the ability to come here that you receive fair treatment.
Make your choice, I don’t want to delay too long."
When saying the last sentence,
Mr. Eugene’s tone noticeably changed, as if his patience had run out.
Shui responded immediately, "We will stay... However, I have another question.
If during the gambling we find any [Regional War] that’s interesting, can we leave the casino to participate in the battle?"
"Certainly~ You can even place bets on yourselves.
After the war, if you are still alive, I will guide you back to the casino through the void... but of course, this is limited to just you two."
In the face of so many Old Kings, Shui still maintained absolute composure... Of course, this was a big difference from his usual lazy demeanor.
Now he was no longer drooling, just slightly hunched over.
"Leng, do you have a rubber band?"
Receiving the rubber band from Miss Leng, Shui tied his loose black curls into a samurai-style ponytail at the back of his head.
His typically lazy gaze turned clear and sharp.
He took Miss Leng straight to the front desk for a "chip exchange."
"Shui... was staying the best choice?"
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By choosing to stay here, we can quietly gather information about them while also looking for a chance to lift the restrictions on the Rubik’s Cube... If we can win a few rounds, we could get even more.
Honestly... since leaving B.B.C, I’ve been very tired and barely had any energy.
With each step I take into this casino, the drowsiness finally dissipates.
Truth be told, whether it’s the gambling here or these crazy, unmeasurable Demons—it’s all quite interesting... much more so than the Black Tower."
Shui actually showed a smile close to madness, with a stream of saliva dripping down the corner of his mouth.
Upon arriving at the front desk,
In charge of chip exchange and collateral management stood a unique Old King with an Insect Shell Mask (triangular) over a body flowing with white granular material, and a white spiral horn growing on the right side of his head,
shrouded in a cylindrical robe.
The aura emitted was of an Upper Rank, providing a sense of reliability and secrecy.
This was the venue manager from the [Sharp Horn Conference], a low-profile, Upper Rank existent that rarely appeared in any formal occasion and never stirred up any trouble.
Among Old Kings, this entity is usually called ’Sharp Horn.’
A hoarse, intermittent voice akin to a throat clogged with granules echoed in their ears:
"The casino is originally open to Old Kings above the ’Pillar,’ with chip exchanges mainly based on ’Land Deeds.’
Given that you are foreign gamblers invited here, you are exceptionally allowed to bring some items equivalent to the value of Land Deeds for chip exchange."
The essence of a Land Deed is the S-01’s permissions.
For the Out of Control who just escaped from B.B.C, using all stolen world nodes to feed the Rubik’s Cube, what could possibly be as valuable as a Land Deed?
The only collateral is the [World Rubik’s Cube]
"Leng, mortgage it... I will bear all the consequences."
With the delivery of the Perfect Rubik’s Cube,
Sharp Horn used the flowing white granules on his body to create an absolutely sealed safe to store it.
"Before you leave the casino, the ’collateral’ will be stored here and won’t be affected or changed in any way... As long as the gambling ends and you have chips equivalent to the current value, you can retrieve it."
Receiving a large amount of chips, Shui and Leng began moving around different gaming tables, observing the various gambling scenarios.
They immersed themselves in this supreme entertainment within just ten minutes.
The duration of Leng and Shui’s actions had far exceeded expectations,
even making the President somewhat anxious.
A "Corrosion Space" constructed from saliva formed not far away, appearing deformed and unstable as if constrained by the void.
Only one person struggled to squeeze through the passage,
it was Miss Leng, her face full of panic,
As she escaped, the saliva passage directly collapsed and disintegrated.
Her right half was even pierced with fine tentacles like demonic insects, affecting even her Soul.
The President and all the Out of Control rushed forward.
"Leng, what happened? Where is Shui?"
"President, our mission failed! Shui and I followed the ’scent of the void,’ barely locating their hiding spot, and then..."
Miss Leng recounted finding the casino, falling into a trap, and being overpowered by several Old Kings.
"At the last moment, Shui used all his strength to transport me out..."
The President’s brow furrowed hearing this, "It’s enough that you escaped due to [Shui]’s special traits; he’s nearly impossible to kill.
He’ll likely find a way out when there’s a chance.
What about the World Rubik’s Cube? It’s still on you, right?"
Miss Leng raised her still functional left arm, the Rubik’s Cube wrapped in flesh membrane appeared.
The President shook his head helplessly, "Breaking through the ’Sealers’ outright seems impossible~ We’ll have to play along with these Demons’ so-called [Final Game].
Indeed, a passive start."
In no time, the [Committee]—symbolizing the highest combat power of the Out of Control—was officially put into action in S-01 under the President’s lead.
The injured Miss Leng slowly recuperated within the team,
Occasionally, when she was alone,
a faint, excited Grey gleam would flash through her eyes.