Magician in Type-Moon

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Chapter 460 Gamblers

—Greed.

This is a special rule on the Deadline Joy Ship.

When a player bets with coins, other participants can choose to declare "Greed," meaning they bet the same amount of coins as the bettor. This is not just a challenge to the bet; it also allows for additional bets even when the initial stake has been set.

Whenever this rule is invoked, the atmosphere at the table subtly tenses up. The subtle fluctuations are like silent currents coursing through the air, causing the heartbeats and nerves of the participants to quicken.

The winner takes the coins directly from the loser. If both win, the winner is determined by a better score and a higher multiplier. Ultimately, the coins belong to the player with the strongest luck or skill.

If both sides lose, the game will proceed as usual, and the rules will not be changed.

Each game may be slightly adjusted depending on the situation; you can consult the dealer for details.

When the stakes reach 500 gold coins, the first three players to achieve this will advance to the third round of the game.

The rules are not complicated; in fact, they are quite straightforward.

After receiving Matouchi's explanation, Medea instantly understood what was causing Matouchi's distress.

Casinos are essentially a battle between the house and the customers.

However, under the second rule, the separation of coins and chips can turn into a battle between guests.

"This is really not worth it." Matou Ike sighed, clearly dissatisfied with the game's design.

"Is it because we have to snatch it from others that the efficiency isn't high?"

Matou Ike nodded and said:

"After all, the odds are only two. Under normal circumstances, even if you win the bet, you might lose it all to the person who bets higher. This kind of thing just doesn't work. In regular gambling, this is a rule where only the house wins."

This means that too many people would be eliminated.

Therefore, this rule is more effective in the mid-game than in the early game. This becomes more apparent after the second game begins.

The so-called "mid-game" refers to the period after everyone has increased their gold coins.

Medea couldn't help but sneer: "Greed is a good name. The fact that it's in English shows that Van Fem wanted to convey his intentions to all participants. That Dead Apostle really does have a strong service-oriented spirit towards humanity."

She shook her head, clearly disdainful of the design of these rules.

Indeed, the Greed rule is more like an incitement of human desires, leading participants into a situation of mutual devouring.

It doesn't simply let you win more chips; rather, it incorporates more temptations in its design, gradually pushing gamblers towards more intense and greedy behavior.

“Hmm, losing all your chips will also lead to defeat,” Matou Ike muttered to himself. “Now my chips have increased nearly fivefold, but my gold coins have only increased from one hundred to 180. Logically speaking, if the gold coins and chips were increasing at the same rate, I would have already passed the second game.”

Medea nodded, a hint of understanding in her eyes: "So, the course of this game is subtly controlled by the banquet. No matter how skilled you are at gambling, it's difficult to break through this setup. It's like a huge trap, the deeper you go, the more you sink."

"Now, what should we do?" Medea continued to ask.

Before Matou Ike could answer, a voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting their brief exchange.

"Hello, Matou, how are you feeling?"

Matou Ike turned her head, her gaze settling on the figure with flowing silver hair.

“Melvin?” he murmured.

Melvin Weinz, with his usual cheerful smile, seemed to be in a very good mood.

"How about we make a bet?" He raised an eyebrow, seemingly eager to do so.

"With you?" Matou Ike raised an eyebrow slightly, looking puzzled.

Melvin's smile widened, almost overflowing his face.

"Playing alone can be lonely. It's a rare opportunity, so I'd rather sit at the gambling table with my friends." His tone was relaxed and playful.

"Do you have a favorite way to play, Melvin?" Matou Ike asked after a moment of silence.

Melvin pondered for a moment, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes: "Well, if I had to say, I prefer betting on Sic Bo. It feels amazing to entrust your fate to the dice."

“Then let’s pick something else.” Matou Ike replied calmly, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Melvin paused for a moment, then smiled even more brightly: "You really don't play by the rules."

Matou Ike's gaze swept across the opulent casino, finally settling on one spot. Just as he was about to step towards his target, a sudden voice broke his train of thought.

"Wow, a betting game between participants? I'm wondering when someone should start it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in a stylish suit with bulging muscles walked over, his steps steady and confident, seemingly unconcerned about the luxurious surroundings.

"If it's possible, can I join in too?" He raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling directly on Matou Ike.

Matou Ike gazed at him quietly, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

I vaguely remember him; he was the third person to pass the preliminary round after me.

“Ah, Mr. Isilid, are you coming to play too?” Melvin seemed to recognize the person in front of him, and then introduced him to Matou Ike, “This is Mr. Isilid Morgan Fars, the head of the Monaco branch of the Clock Tower, who has been promoted the fastest in recent years.”

Melvin's tone was somewhat relaxed, but his words revealed his approval of Isilid, even carrying a hint of teasing.

"Please go ahead," Matou Ike replied briefly, shifting his gaze away from Isilido.

Seeing this, Melvin smiled:

Melvin glanced at the two with a playful smile and said casually, "Well, if Matou has no objections, then I have no objections. However, we don't really have the right to refuse."

Isilid's smile remained gentle, but his tone carried a hint of provocation: "I am truly grateful. In that case, what betting method should we choose?"

Matou Ike walked towards the gambling table where his gaze had just lingered and said softly, "I've made up my mind."

The dealer looked up.

The blonde beauty was one of Fem's daughters.

"How about we bet on Blackjack?" Matou Ike suggested.

Melvin and Isilid exchanged a smile and readily agreed.

“Not bad, Matou,” Melvin laughed, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. “It’s the king of casinos, nothing to complain about.”

Isilid nodded, a hint of interest in his eyes: "Indeed, a classic choice."

In the second round of the game, a three-way free-for-all began.

Chapter 461 Sniper

A moment later, the morning light fell on the land of Monaco as usual, but it seemed particularly out of place.

Explosive disintegration.

The echoes of the building's explosion had barely faded when the surrounding scene presented a striking contrast.

The building, utterly destroyed by the horrific sabotage technology, seemed to have been reduced to a mountain of rubble in just a few seconds.

Everything around remained the same, as if the disaster had never happened.

Pedestrians walked along the street without even turning their heads, seemingly oblivious to the deafening roar and unable to see the collapsed ruins.

On the adjacent street, men were still leisurely jogging with their dogs, as if the world had never changed.

A large amount of dust filled the air, which should have turned the surrounding environment gray, but all of this was blocked by a huge bubble-like energy field.

That bubble-like barrier seemed like a wondrous boundary, isolating the chaos of the outside world. Inside that bubble, the conventional laws of physics seemed to lose their meaning.

The rubble, which should have fallen heavily to the ground, floated in the air as if weightless, sometimes vertically, sometimes horizontally, and eventually piled up diagonally in an incredible way, forming a wonderful surreal balance, like a living painting.

The fragments of rubble were stained with color.

It is an eye-catching, bright vermilion red.

With a thud... the huge fragments of rubble that were pushed aside floated to the opposite side a few meters away, like astronauts drifting in outer space.

"Animusfia!"

The woman who created this miracle paled and called out that name.

Her figure was spotless. Her snow-white skin, the cheongsam adorned with sparkling decorations, and the red spider lily tattoo boldly exposed on her chest were all unharmed.

A moment later, from very close by.

"I am fine."

She heard a response.

New rubble flipped and flew through the air.

The man was unharmed.

"Miss Sizhen, are you injured?"

The man's gaze slowly focused.

"No, it's just within this building. I rearranged the space and mass. It's like being in water, so it's fine."

Ye Sizhen smiled faintly.

"The magic of the Age of Gods..."

"Of course, it's my magic. I told you, didn't I? I'm currently studying under a special teacher."

With a hint of pride, she whispered to herself.

It's so lucky that this happened in my own agency. Every doll that Shizhen has collected is an extremely high-class costume.

Even miracles that are impossible in modern times may be simulated and reproduced.

In other words, even the privileged realm of the thought disk, which is an artificial source, and truly integrated with the earth, can be interfered with.

Modern magic, which can only induce extraordinary phenomena by deceiving the world, is as common as dust. This is precisely the kind of thought magic from the Age of Gods, now only permitted to be used by the immortals of the Mountain Court.

Ye Sizhen raised her gaze and looked at the building in front of her. Most of the rooms belonged to the company, and other people usually didn't arrive until after ten o'clock.

This is why this place became her office; however, in a way, it also facilitated the attack.

She hadn't anticipated such extreme measures, but it wasn't entirely unexpected. After all, she knew of a professional assassin who had used similar methods.

The dust wasn't spreading from the outside, but rather as a result of her spell. Nevertheless, the citizens' complete lack of reaction seemed unusually unnatural.

Perhaps it's some kind of carefully crafted barrier at work.