Wo Wen’s eyes suddenly widened, and all its perception focused on that small dice cup, frantically praying for a miracle in its heart. The dice cup opened, the lid lifted.
Red, blue, blue, blue.
Two colors reflected in Wo Wen’s eyes from the dice.
The cold result, like a heavy hammer, brutally shattered all its fantasies.
It stood frozen in place, arms hanging powerlessly down.
In a daze, it watched as the silver-haired figure ruthlessly gathered all the chips before it.
The place once stacked with hope was now empty, with only the cold tabletop reflecting its incredulous expression.
It had lost everything.
Wo Wen turned away in despair.
The soles of its feet scraped against the ground, making a rustling sound, each step seemed to become exceedingly heavy.
Instinctively, it wanted to escape this place that devoured its last hope.
But just as it was about to step out of the gambling hall, its sight fell on the Gold Coin Pawnshop.
Suddenly, a more insane idea suddenly wrapped around its consciousness, freezing it in place.
Transaction certificate!
The resource transaction certificate issued by the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce after inventorying the "coral beads" it brought upon landing on the island.
In the thin crystal card was stored the last wealth of its clan.
It could be used as equivalent resources anywhere on Dream Island.
A chill surged through its body, rationality screaming warnings at it.
This was the clan’s last bit of capital, their final hope to purchase life-saving resources, it must not be plunged into another elusive gamble.
But another voice was infinitely amplified by the depression of losing all the chips just now.
Should it just crawl back home waiting to die in disgrace?
What if... what if just this once, it could win back everything lost before, or even more?
"I’m not greedy, just one win... just once is enough."
Wo Wen’s eyes were bloodshot, as struggle and greed intertwined within the white seeds of melon vision.
On one side were the expectant gazes of its clansmen and the shattered state of the clan land, on the other was the deadly temptation of wealth the gambling table could create.
The light floating transaction certificate in its arms felt so heavy that it could hardly breathe.
Every hesitation felt like it was tearing apart its soul.
In the end, the fear of grim reality outweighed the dread of unknown risks.
It slowly reached into the deepest crevice of its shell, trembling, pulling out the transaction certificate that shimmered with encoded light.
Like a drowning person grasping the last piece of driftwood.
Since the formal trading market route no longer held hope, it bet on the future of its clan here.
With a clear mind, Wo Wen immediately moved toward the Gold Coin Pawnshop.
It trembled as it handed over the transaction certificate that carried the last hope of its entire clan.
The player employee behind the counter skillfully took it, scanning it on a small device that glowed.
Instantly, the display on the counter popped up with the corresponding information.
The player took a look and then turned their gaze back to Wo Wen:
"The resources stored inside are coral beads, medium-low quality, a total of 2838 pieces, total value is... how many Gambling City chips would you like to exchange for?"
"All of it."
"Alright... that makes for a total exchange of 1028 basic chips."
The player calculated the value, then pushed out a pile of chips shining with different glows.
Among them, five were red chips with crimson halos around the edges (each representing 200), and twenty-eight slightly smaller ones with a cold silver light.
Cradling this pile of instantly materialized "wealth," Wo Wen felt a surge of pressure, as if it were cradling the future of its clan.
Despite the enormous pressure, it still chose to move step by step back to the love-hate relationship with that gambling table.
Taking a glance at the silver-haired figure across the table, it took a deep breath and began to place its bets.
With the first round, it returned to its initial caution.
It pinched a single silver chip, almost reverently, gently placing it on "small."
The dice cup opened, small.
A silver chip fell into its hand, and it let out a long breath, the tension in its heart eased slightly.
In the second round, it bet two silver chips, once again on small.
The dice cup opened: small.
Four silver chips in hand.
In the third round, it tried betting on big, and the outcome was as it expected.
Once again, it won victory, pressure in its heart released at this moment.
The Lucky Sea God seemed to smile upon it again.
With continuous betting, soon it won back the number of chips from its peak.
As the chips in its hand gradually increased, the initial caution and fear began to be eroded by the slowly reviving greed and confidence.
The denomination of its chips began to increase.
No longer satisfied with placing silver chips one by one, it even pushed the red chips onto the table.
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred... each victory felt like a shot of adrenaline injected into its nerves numbed by despair.
Its betting actions became increasingly quick, increasingly decisive, carrying a hint of ruthlessness with every simple bet.
Completely forgetting the initial meaning of these chips, immersed in the thrill of recovering what was lost.
Between wins and losses, the stack of chips before Wo Wen continued to rise.
It even attracted the attention of many surrounding gamblers.
Some members of the Alien Race began whispering, pointing at this extraordinarily lucky Alien Species, with undenyable envy in their eyes.
After all, chips could be directly exchanged for resources that translated to wealth.
Wo Wen was also immersed in the feeling of being the center of attention and the thrill of increasing wealth, betting ever more boldly.
However, good fortune seemed to have its end.
Chapter 1570: 400: Turmoil in Gambling City, Praise for Emperor Zhao (Part 4)
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