Chapter 12 How to destroy the world without any buffs?

Chapter 12 How to destroy the world without any buffs?

The lights in the venue were interlaced, and beautiful women were wandering back and forth. Shouting, laughter, alcohol, money. The winners blush and the losers look pale.

This is real hell.

Shuffle, deal, and count.

Chips are pushed out, chips are received, and chips are stacked.

He didn't get the result he wanted.

In Qianjianmu's former world, there was also a world consciousness. The world consciousness was actually like a GM of the world, born for the stable operation of the world and observing the direction of all the characters in the world. The world of Qianjianmu is scientific, so there is no such thing as gods to manage levels. The world consciousness controls everything, and its power has become unprecedentedly strong and unprecedentedly fragile.

Maybe he is a very important node of destiny? perhaps. In short, he has gambled tens of thousands of times, for himself, for the government, for the chaebol, and for his friends. At the beginning and end of each game, he had felt a strange sense of oppression.

Very subtle and very strange.

It was not until he crossed space and truly came into contact with the origin of the world that he guessed that there might be a kind of gambling in this world that was recognized by the rules.

The reason is unknown, the triggering rules are unknown, and no one except him has discovered this rule.

The most outrageous thing he had ever seen was when he chose to fold because he was really tired. As if it was fate, he lost the bet, but just thirty minutes later, his opponent died mysteriously in the casino, and all his gambling money was transferred to Qianjianmaku due to an inexplicable procedure.

——The rule of this bet is that he will win.

It's just so unreasonable. The essential basis of the rules is that he will not lose.

Even if he plays cards with his eyes closed, even if he folds, even if he only gives himself a glimmer of hope, he will not lose.

How arrogant, how ridiculous.

The oppression of that kind of rules is somewhat similar to the oppression when Chuuya Nakahara was creating. Chigenmaku wanted to try to recreate the rules of the bet, but this kind of bet appeared inexplicably, and sometimes it would be triggered even if it was just a bet of one yen.

As long as it is triggered, he can feel it, analyze and compare it.

The answers to some things can be revealed.

However, even though he only opened the game for 100,000 yuan, after only half an hour, the chips on the table had accumulated to a terrifying level.

He didn't want to force himself to write 1+1 as equal to three. Anyway, when he came to his senses, he had reached a dangerous critical point. If you keep winning, it will most likely attract the attention of the Mafia, and then you will be in a lot of trouble.

So far, no one has triggered this rule.

Returned empty handed.

Qian Jianmu threw out the small disc with some boredom.

He distracted himself by analyzing the situation of the mafia at the port.

It is obvious that the port mafia is heading towards chaos.

Port mafia, amnesiac killer. A killer with amnesia can be asked to work as a security guard. The killer doesn't want to get some investigation and he doesn't believe anything.

Why is it the port mafia, the mafia's territory? Then why is it nearby? The port mafia really has a port and their territory is not small, but subconsciously the man chose this place, thinking there must be something he wants here.

This area...the warehouse district, the bars and casinos, and...Rabo Street.

It's getting interesting. Foreigners are losing their memory and wandering around Leibo Street. Has anything ever happened on Leibo Street?

Huang Ba vomited?

No, this idea is still too exaggerated, Qian Jianmu thought so. He cannot casually link major events to individuals.

At the end of the game, I turned over the cards and saw that I won, but not by much.

This is a blessing in disguise, but it probably has to end today.

The lights are intertwined and the shadows are blurred. In the cold weather, it is frighteningly warm here.

The opponent left his seat and the messenger brought champagne. Qian Jianmu took a sip and planned to rest for two minutes before getting up and leaving. However, within these two minutes, the man who had been acting as a wooden stake behind him for a long time moved.

He had almost forgotten about the person and didn't expect that he would actually move.

The man who was afraid of the cold walked forward, bent down slightly, and stood very close to him as if whispering. But in fact he said nothing and pretended to be serious. If someone else were watching, they might think the two were flirting.

Qian Jianmu stared at the man's expressionless but skillful movements, and slowly revealed a subtle smile.

The man's eyes fell on the lower half of his face, noticed his smile, frowned slightly, and moved closer. Qian Jianmu heard the waiter's gasp and the slightly quieter gazes of the people around him.

By the time the man left, half of the chips on the table had been gone without anyone noticing. The chips were taken very cleverly and it didn't look like there were that many less.

It can be called stealing one thing and replacing the other.

Qian Jianmu leaned back in his chair and watched the man slowly retreat. He thought this was ridiculous and couldn't help laughing out loud. To others, he looked very pleased. He smiled and grabbed a handful of weights, seemingly inadvertently making the chip table a little more chaotic, then he grabbed the man's scarf, made him bend over, and stuffed the handful of chips worth less than a million directly into the man's clothes.

"Thanks for the show," he whispered in his ear.

Lan Tang's calm expression was welded to his face like a mask. He stepped back silently, opened the suitcase a little, and the chips in his sleeve slipped into it. He reached his fingers into his collar, took out the chips one by one, turned his wrist, and put them in his pocket one by one.

He deserves it.

He saw clearly that when he approached, there was no trace of emotion in the young man's eyes under the mask. As calm as a piece of ice, he just looked at him quietly, or rather, admired him.

No matter how close or ambiguous they were, he would just watch calmly. He didn't have any normal reaction. He didn't even have the slightest touch that a normal person should have. It's like he's a fake person with no emotions at all.

If he had memories, he might realize that his condition was very similar to the emotional disorders and extremely poor perception of external emotions that he had seen before. If he had remembered, he would have been able to name the man who had the same condition—Verlaine.

But he didn't, he just felt familiar, and his brain began to throb uncontrollably.

As he was thinking this, he heard the young man's voice.

"Stop playing, clean up."

His gentle expression shattered for a second, and he felt that he had performed in vain.

When I exchanged the chips for cash, I happened to meet the manager. It was obvious that the manager was always keeping an eye on their side. But he was obviously more interested in the relationship of Lan Tang, a low-level employee. He winked and said:

"Hurry up and send Mr. away."

This seemed to be exactly what Chimamuku wanted. Chimamuku's performance was more realistic than his. He looked very happy to be pleased and took out a stack of 10,000 yen bills and handed them to the manager as a tip.

His head still hurt, and Lan Tang no longer had the energy to think about anything. He followed the young man out of the casino. The young man took him to the alley next door and handed him about two million in compensation. Together with the chips he had given him before, he earned more than three million that night. At least this winter would be a little better.

"My name is... Zero."

He took the money with a gloomy look, not paying much attention to the name that sounded so fake.

"Lantang."

"You look like you're in some trouble." Qian Jianmu laughed and said as if on a whim.

"Want to make a bet with me?"

A strange sense of danger inexplicably surged up in his heart, and Lan Tang suddenly raised his eyes. His gaze was so sharp that he didn't even realize it. But after a moment, that look became decadent and gloomy again.

"Nothing to bet on."

Okay, okay.

For a person who has nothing, what else can he gamble with except his life?

"You toss the coin and we'll bet on heads or tails. If I lose, all of these will be yours." Qian Jianmu lifted the heavy box.

Flipping a coin is not uncontrollable. Lan Tang just thought he was being confusing, so he just went along with him and listened to what he meant.

"Then what is my price?" Lan Tang asked back.

"Are you treating me to a meal?"

Lan Tang frowned and shook his head.

"If I lose, I'll promise you one thing."

As the words fell, the rules were established in the fluctuations of unknown forces.

It was as if an invisible bond appeared between the two people, tightly connecting them together.

Lan Tang felt something vaguely, but the feeling was too slight, like a breeze, and he quickly decided that it was nothing to worry about.

But Qian Jianmu's smile suddenly widened. In the corner where Lan Tang couldn't see, the smile almost involved half of the muscles of his face, looking eerie and terrifying. The beautiful face beneath the mask revealed a hint of ferocity, and the atmosphere around him suddenly became sinister, as if a cold wind was blowing through. Even his mood was wavering between inexplicable excitement and depression, making his emotions even more divided.

…Such rules, such constraints.

Got you.

It has nothing to do with the origin of the world. This is his own thing, and these are the rules he carries with him.

Got you.

He murmured in his mind.

At the same time, the rules of the bondage began to run. Lan Tang pinched a coin and asked whether it was heads or tails. Qian Jianmu smiled subtly and said, "I bet on the middle."

"……What?"

Lan Tang finally noticed the unknown madness in the young man. The young man spoke firmly, word by word, with the certainty of a paranoid.

"I'll bet on the middle."

madman.

Lan Tang cursed inwardly.

"……good."

So the coin was thrown up, and with Lan Tang's physical skills, he was able to catch it. In fact, he didn't use any means, because any means would be meaningless. The coin flickered in the air, and just when it stopped at the highest point, it began to fall rapidly!

Lan Tang prepared to catch the coin.

And at the same time! There was a gunshot heard deep in the alley!

They didn't reach the deepest part of the alley, and didn't know there were other people there!

There were bursts of muffled sounds from the gun with a silencer, but it seemed that one of the shots had an accident. The stray bullet brushed the wall and bounced back at a strange angle, smashing the bricks in the corner, and the bricks just happened to hit the coin, which was suddenly bounced out and hit the wall.

Lan Tang looked at the stray bullet in shock. Just when he wanted to look back, he found that it was not an accidental discharge of the gun, but the person being assassinated had desperately turned the direction of the gun before dying. One of the bullets had actually smashed the killer's head!

Two bodies were stacked deep in the alley, and the smell of blood was everywhere, just like what might have happened in any alley in Yokohama.

Qian Jianmu didn't care at all what happened. He slowly walked towards the direction where the coin fell. Finally, he stopped.

After a moment, bursts of muffled laughter came from his mouth.

Amid the blood of death and smoke of gunpowder, the madness and joy clearly visible in that laughter were so frightening. Lan Tang looked at the young man in astonishment. The young man just stood in front of the coin, covering the corner of his lips with one hand, and trembling violently with a short laugh.

Lan Tang realized something, he walked over step by step in disbelief and lowered his head.

——Standing.

The coin stood on a small piece of clean and flat ground.

In a series of almost magical coincidences, the coin miraculously did not suffer any bending or damage. After bouncing several times, it magically fell on a smooth ground, standing there strangely, maintaining a posture that could fall over if the wind blew but was extremely stable.

If it had fallen half a centimeter to the side, it would not have been in this state.

Special abilities?

No, it's not.

No matter how badly Lan Tang lost his memory, he could still tell that the young man did not use his special abilities. He did not have any of the fluctuations in his abilities that would occur when using his special abilities.

Coincidence...?

He lost?

"I will always win, I know it." The young man whispered, with a smile in his voice. But his tone was very strange, with a sense of sarcasm and mockery.

"I made the choice, or did it... choose me?"

The vague voice was blown away by the wind, and Lan Tang watched the young man go crazy in silence. The young man knelt down, picked up the coin and threw it into Lan Tang's arms.

"...No, I am me." He came to his own conclusion without knowing why, and then took off his mask.

Gambling requires some truth to be used as evidence, appearance or name will do. In fact, his behavior of wearing a mask and using a pseudonym could not completely constitute a gamble. So now he has to make up for it, it's a keen intuition.

"My name is Chikanemaku, Mr. Randou."

The young man under the mask had an extremely handsome face. If I could describe it, it was a face between holiness and sharpness, with long and narrow eyebrows, superior eye shape, and heterochromatic pupils, one bright and one dark. He was incredibly beautiful.

The young man gave a slightly crazy smile, his eyes flickering strangely. But even so, with such a strange expression, he was very elegant, with an indescribable beauty.

"What I want you to promise me is to keep my real information confidential unless it is necessary."

Click. Click.

The last two rings closed, and the ring-like restraints surrounding the two people suddenly wedged into their souls. Qian Jianmu was able to notice something, but Lan Tang did not realize that he had inexplicably remembered the young man's request and subconsciously decided to carry it out. In this game, he was always unaware.

Really...

Qian Jianmu didn't even look at the two dead people. He handed Lan Tang his phone number with a smile.

A little... angry.

An arrogant gamble, an arrogant bet, a doomed outcome.

Because he will lose, so let him win? Because he will win, so he gambles?

He accepted all that fate gave and deprived him of, all the respect and sin it brought him, but this inexplicable existence of unknown origin controlled his life for at least ten years while he was unaware. Even if it came from himself, it made him unhappy.

Moreover, when was the first time he used this gambling game? Earlier? What did he get, anything that he got while he was unconscious?

If, if his self-talk before accepting the experiment became part of the gamble.

...He didn't dare to think about it.

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