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Ten thousand meters underground.
The entire casino is covered with thick dark red velvet carpets, and colorful wall lamps hang on the walls. The waiters and staff who rush back and forth are mostly intelligent robots, and the privacy of the guests is guaranteed to the greatest extent.
Wen Xingze checked in his luggage, put on his cloak and mask, and walked through the door.
The pure black cloak provided here is very wide, the mask only reveals the eyes, and is equipped with a micro voice changer.
The three characteristics of body shape, face, and voice are concealed. Basically, as long as you don't reveal them actively, others can't even tell your race - of course, like the short stature of dwarfs and the ear fins that mermaids still have even when they have legs, these obvious characteristics cannot be concealed.
The clock on the wall showed six in the evening.
This was just when the casino was gradually becoming lively, and a long queue formed at the chip exchange area.
"Excuse me, how are today's chips measured?" Wen Xingze lowered his voice and asked the person behind him.
Wen Xingze was penniless yet dared to redeem chips because the casino's theme constantly changed: sometimes it was money, sometimes it was something else. For example, last year, there was a gambling event centered around food, where chips were measured by appetite; the stronger the appetite, the more chips they could redeem.
Anyone who runs out of chips will be immediately asked to leave the casino. Of course, if you are at the gambling table, you can use other items as chips if both parties agree.
The man standing behind Wen Xingze looked at him. He was taller than Wen Xingze. Through the mask, Wen Xingze could only see a pair of dark red eyes - he guessed that this was a vampire male.
The vampire man's voice, after going through a voice changer, became somewhat cryptic and electric. He said, "I like it."
Wen Xingze: “?”
The vampire male: "How much do you like the king?"
Wen Xingze: “…”
How can you be so ashamed even of the chips?!
The vampire male looked at Wen Xingze seriously for a few seconds, then suddenly his eyes moved and he said, "You, give me a very—"
Wen Xingze thought he was exposed for a moment and quickly lowered the brim of his hat. Fortunately, the other party did not bother him too much, but just kept looking at him with a confused look. Soon it was Wen Xingze's turn in the queue.
This is a casino dominated by the dwarves, and its technological level is certainly one of the best in the universe.
For example, when exchanging chips, the customer only needs to stand in front of the instrument to be tested, and the person's desires, emotions, likes and dislikes, etc. can be inferred from indicators such as breathing rate, pupil dilation, heart rate, and hormone secretion, and then intuitively reflected in the number of chips.
In some ways, it's even scarier than mind reading.
"I still like mine quite a bit," Wen Xingze thought, "I should be able to exchange for quite a bit."
According to facts known to Wen Xingze, the simplest type of gambling here only requires one or two chips, and going up to a dozen or twenty chips may require tens of thousands to the central gambling table. At the beginning, a hundred chips are enough.
Wen Xingze stood in front of the metal instrument. About three seconds later, the instrument, after completing the test, began to spit out chips - soon, the chips piled up in half a layer in the box.
The machine announced in a mechanical voice: "Guest No. 31378, has received a total of 100 chips. You are not authorized to go to the second, third, and fourth floors yet. Welcome."
The small area around him suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at him in shock.
Wen Xingze's heart skipped a beat.
Are hundreds too many? Is he really that narcissistic?!
Immediately afterwards, the vampire male behind him walked to the front.
The instrument paused for half a minute, then began to spit out chips. The chips quickly overflowed from the small box and piled up into a small hill on the table.
A mechanical voice began to announce: "Guest No. 31379, has received a total of 15,760 chips and is authorized to access the third underground floor. Welcome."
This time, the people around looked normal and didn't seem surprised at all.
Wen Xingze soon discovered a fact.
...He is the only one among the more than 30,000 customers in this casino whose initial chips are less than four digits.
At the same time, on the fourth floor of the underground casino.
The central gambling table is here. All the guests on the fourth floor hold at least 100,000 chips in their hands, because the maximum limit of initial chips is 30,000. Those who can stand on the fourth floor have high enough initial chips and good gambling luck.
There was a large central gaming table, situated on a circular platform separated from the surrounding area by a circular water flow, and below the table thronged with other guests, seemingly several thousand in number, waiting to compete with the dealer.
The dragon tribe, the mermaid tribe, the blood tribe, the orc tribe...Except for a few parents like the robots who knew nothing about gambling and hadn't found a way to get involved, almost every tribe had quite a few guests coming to the fourth floor.
Obviously, no one wants to miss this big prize related to Zaizai.
For example, those who wrap themselves in cloaks and transform into human forms, huddled in a corner drinking a drink and observing their surroundings are obviously dragons, because they will reveal their wings and tails when they are nervous.
The dealer stood beside the table, and the only spotlight was on the gambling table.
The dealer wasn't wearing a cape or mask, nor was the customer across from him. Surprisingly, the dealer was a boy who looked no more than five or six years old.
The boy looked even younger than the blood-clan prince who never grew up. He had short curly dark brown hair, emerald green pupils, a small face the size of a palm, and delicate features.
He looked lazy and was holding an old-fashioned pipe that was extremely inconsistent with his youthful appearance.
"What are we betting on?" The dwarf, whose true age couldn't be determined, slowly exhaled a smoke ring and looked at the merman across from him. "Just chips is too boring."
The total number of chips between the two parties has exceeded 500,000. In this kind of gambling game, both parties will usually take the initiative to increase the stakes.
The mermaid sitting opposite the dwarf had light blue ear fins, a shark veil covering her face, and long hair hanging down to the ground. The mermaid nodded gracefully and made a gesture, and the dealer began to deal the cards.
Both sides at the gambling table seemed at ease and determined to win.
The guests watching have already started to whisper:
"The dwarfs haven't lost yet today."
"This prize is related to the cubs. The dwarfs will not lose. They are so smart and have such a strong desire to win."
"This is the umpteenth time the mermaids have done this..."
The dwarves' skin is extremely white and fragile due to years of not seeing the sun. The weaker and more vulnerable they appear, the stronger and more indestructible their minds are.
Almost no one could guess what a dwarf was thinking, including their king.
When the dwarfs first arrived in Muse, everyone thought that this was just a temporary stay like before, and when they got tired of this country, they would leave on a day suitable for interstellar travel.
Until the third year, when all of Muse's troops participated in the war, His Majesty went to the underground auction house alone to rescue the mermaids. On the way back, he was intercepted by pursuers because he was seriously injured.
The situation was very urgent at that time. The dragons and robots were on the battlefield thousands of light years away. The dwarfs were far inferior to the fully armed army in terms of combat effectiveness. So in order to delay time and gain opportunities, the dwarfs made a decision that shocked the entire universe - they went to the gambling table with the enemy.
And the bargaining chips are the lives of all the dwarfs.
It was like they were crazy, or it was like they had an inexplicable confidence that when their king was on the other side of the scale, they would never lose.
The gambling game on the fourth level officially begins.
Unofficial filming is prohibited in underground casinos, but at this time most of the guests were already caught up in a frenzy and no one noticed the miniature cameras flashing quietly in some corners, and two or three sneaky figures walking along the wall.
The casino is a chaotic and noisy enough environment, and no matter what happens, it is not surprising, but this is the casino of the Muse Empire.
The Muse Empire is a vast and powerful nation. Some believe that Muse, Utopia, and the Universal Alliance form a three-way balance of power, but this is not the case. The Universal Alliance is far less powerful than the other two.
Under the stage, a man who was isolated from the crowd watched the gambling game for a moment, taking in everything happening around him, then turned and left.
Ten thousand meters deep in the underground city, a sudden, unknown draft swept through, blowing the man's hood back. Behind the mask lay a pair of beautiful, indifferent silver eyes.
On the other side, the first floor of the underground city.
The one hundred chips in his hand made Wen Xingze doubt his life.
He had never thought of himself as an inferior or self-loathing person before, but this time when he returned, maybe he needed to see a psychiatrist, Wen Xingze thought.
The underground casino is divided into four floors, one to four. You need one thousand chips to go to the second floor, ten thousand chips to go to the third floor, and one hundred thousand chips to go to the fourth floor. The fourth floor is the final round for competing for the first prize and the special prize.
Because of the special nature of the prizes and their great temptation to Muse parents, almost every guest showed an extraordinary desire to win.
Wen Xingze had too few chips, so he could only hang around on the first floor. There was not even a gambling table on the first floor, only some slot machines, coin pushers and the like. No one was assigned to the first floor initially. Except for Wen Xingze, the few scattered guests had bad luck in gambling and lost their money from the second, third and fourth floors to the first floor.
Wen Xingze: “…”
Being on the first floor, listening to the noisy voices coming from the corridor below was extremely painful.
The other two or three guests quickly earned enough chips and went downstairs, leaving only Wen Xingze on the first floor.
Wen Xingze sat dejectedly on the first-floor terrace. From the circular terrace, one could glimpse the bustling second and third floors, where there was even a fountain in the center.
Wen Xingze had never played these machines before, and he knew very well that this was the dwarfs' casino. If a novice played these machines rashly, he would only lose all his chips and might even have to pay something out of his pocket.
Just when Wen Xingze was about to give up, the floating ladder rising from the lower level suddenly moved.
A man in a black cloak walked out. He was much taller than Wen Xingze and wore a mask. The aura around him was quiet and cold, making him seem to keep people at a distance.
His gaze passed over Wen Xingze, paused for a few seconds, and walked towards the chip exchange area.
"Exchange chips."
His voice was processed through a voice changer, but it still sounded cold.
The man raised his hand and dropped two golden chips with a face value of 100,000 each onto the table from his wide sleeves. Soon, the robot respectfully returned twenty silver chips with a face value of 10,000 each to him.
The man picked up a chip and looked at it for a moment. He was wearing a pair of pure black gloves, and his fingers were long and bony. Then he put the twenty chips into his sleeve.
Wen Xingze's eyes followed him involuntarily. Although he could not distinguish his figure, face and voice, Wen Xingze always felt that this person was indescribably familiar.
But the man did not act as if he knew Wen Xingze. He stood silently in front of the passage, waiting for the floating ladder.
Wen Xingze thought for a moment, and when the transparent door opened to both sides, he followed the man in.
“Beep—”
The man pressed the number '3', the door slowly closed, and the observation elevator began to descend silently. The lights of the entire underground city were at their feet.
Wen Xingze looked at the man for a moment and found that he had a pair of rare and beautiful light silver eyes, but because they were hidden by the shadow of the mask, his eyes could not be seen clearly.
The man looked ahead nonchalantly, stretched out his left hand in front of Wen Xingze, and opened it. In his palm lay two silver chips.
"Lend it to you."
The man said.
Wen Xingze didn't know why, but his brain suddenly short-circuited and asked, "Do you want to pay it back?"
man:"……"
The man glanced at Wen Xingze and asked, "What do you think?"
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