The situation changed abruptly; it had bet on small three times in a row, but the dice cup kept rolling a big. Although each bet was not large, the feeling of loss pricked its newly established confidence.
The anxiety from its heart surged forth again.
"Next time... surely I’ll win it back next time." It murmured to itself, the bloodshot in its eyes deepening.
This time, it pushed forward an amount equivalent to one-fifth of its total chips.
A considerable sum, trying to recoup the previous continuous losses in one go.
It believed that the probability of losing four times in a row was small; this time it should win.
The dice cup opened, and it lost again!
Wo Wen’s body visibly trembled, its gaze briefly out of focus.
Then a surge of rage fire rushed to its head; almost instinctively, it doubled the chips it had just bet and pushed them out aggressively.
The motion carried an air of hysterical ruthlessness.
The dice cup opened again, and it still wasn’t the number it bet.
Boom!
Its mind was a blank.
The immense loss and the impact of consecutive failures shattered its sanity in an instant.
At this moment, boundless regret flooded its mind.
Why continue?
It had enough chips to purchase war resources earlier, why didn’t it stop while ahead?
Bang!
It raised its arm abruptly and slammed its head hard, producing a dull sound.
The pain in its head was intense but far from the remorse in its heart.
However, having invested so much already... giving up now would mean all prior efforts and risks were for naught, it truly lost its group’s last hope.
The unrelenting psychology completely consumed it.
It suddenly lifted its head, madness was the only thing left in its eyes.
With a resolve close to self-destruction, it pushed all remaining chips on the table, like toppling a small mountain, hoarsely growling:
"Continue, big!"
This was the final madness, either total destruction or... miraculous survival!
The dice cup opened, Wo Wen held its breath.
At this moment, time seemed exceptionally long.
It wished time would both slow down and speed up, anxious to see the desired result.
When the crisp sound of dice clashing stopped, the result was revealed.
It hit!
Instantly, exuberant joy after a disaster, like a tsunami, instantly washed away all its fears and regrets.
It won.
Not only did it reclaim all losses, the stack of chips was even larger than before.
It suddenly collapsed, its arm supporting the tabletop, panting heavily.
Fear and irrepressible joy intertwined in its eyes.
It was pulled back from the brink of hell, dragged back by its all-in gamble.
Under extreme joy, it couldn’t hold back and stood up laughing loudly, instantly attracting many eyes.
But what Wo Wen didn’t know was that all of its experiences were fully seen by Life Throat hidden in the shadows.
Or rather, this game had a predetermined track from the moment it stepped onto the gambling table.
At this moment, in the hidden control room of Destiny Casino.
Life Throat leaned against the chair back, monitoring the scenes within the casino woven with rule energy derived from game space.
The image floating in front, clearly locked onto the young Shell Clan whose emotions fluctuated intensely.
Yet before its eyes, there floated a scaled-down private chat interface.
Contained within were all-race intelligence information provided by the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce, including detailed records of the Shell Clan and Bitter Demon Clan’s war reports, resource flow, war progress, and Wo Wen’s previous purchase records.
Wo Wen’s luck was no coincidence.
From the moment it stepped onto the gambling table, its fate trajectory had been secretly guided.
Strong Luck and Misfortune, these two Life Soul Characteristics, alternately released between Wo Wen and the fellow tribesman conducting the gamble.
The rhythm of winning and losing, the pressure of the brink, and even the final "miracle reversal" ecstasy, were all part of a script meticulously arranged by it.
The purpose was to stimulate Wo Wen’s nerves, turning it into a perfect success model.
Choosing it was also a decision carefully considered by Life Throat.
According to intelligence shared by the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce, Wo Wen’s tribe was experiencing a survival war.
Previously, they made large purchases of resources multiple times on Dream Island.
But as the war intensity escalated, the Shell Clan’s resource reserves were about to deplete, and the fronts were fully defeated.
This matter was highly known on Dream Island, even in specific regions of Bright Star Sea Area.
Many trade teams from various races had witnessed the scenes of the two clans vying to purchase resources earlier.
This perfectly aligned with the setting Life Throat wanted.
A race on the brink of extinction, at the dead end, getting rich overnight in Destiny Casino, reversing fate.
This story could provoke more greedy nerves.
In Life Throat’s eyes, Wo Wen and its tribe were ideal live advertisements used to make Destiny Casino famous.
This time actively sending chips was to draw more resource revenue in the future.
Perhaps Wo Wen believed that what it gained from the gambling duel was its tribe’s future.
But on a bigger "gambling table," it was a pawn used for promotion in Life Throat’s eyes.
Attracting more aliens with different desires to pour into this sea of desires it controlled.
Amidst swirling thoughts, Life Throat slowly raised its head.
Its gaze seemed to penetrate the casino’s dome, looking into the depths of the void.
The amusement and calculation on its face gradually faded, replaced by a kind of devout solemnity.
Its right hand gently lifted, five fingers together, the fingertips pressed against the brow, paying the highest respect to the existence in the unknown.
After the salute, it lowered its arm, the corner of its mouth slightly rising uncontrollably.
Since becoming a player, the future was no longer chaotic and uncertain.
It had transformed into a path under Emperor Zhao’s supreme will, completely illuminated, leading straight to the glorious shores Destiny Clan will eventually reach.
And all of this was favored by Emperor Zhao.
"Praise Emperor Zhao."
Chapter 1571: 400: Turmoil in Gambling City, Praise to Emperor Zhao
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