Ch67 – Unlucky People Didn’t Understand the Joys of Lucky People

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The area where the King’s Game was carried out was live-broadcasted.
The bullet chat started going off.

[This is a game that depends on luck.
You can’t cheat.
The Magician could play some tricks before, but now he definitely can’t.] 

[There’s a post on the forum with the trainees’ rule book.
The last line was marked red.
In fact, I feel like the system is purposefully targeting the Magician. 2333333]

[So what if it’s intentional targeting? Last time in the casino, even a royal flush came out.
Isn’t that insane?]

 

 

[Who knew he was the Magician then? Putting a magician into a casino, isn’t that the same as putting a vampire into a crowd of people? The system is probably regretting it to the point its hair is falling out.]

[Hahahahaha, this time, the Magician can’t cheat anymore.
Things are going to get interesting.] 

Not only was the bullet chat here to watch the excitement unfold, but the trainees were also pumped up.

 

Previously, in the casino, their skills could be considered inferior to him.
Now it was all dependent on luck.
No matter how you prayed to the heavens, it was useless.
Wasn’t this a great opportunity to get revenge?

This was especially so for those veterans.
Among them were a few that had been extorted by Zong Jiu in the last instance; they just wanted to teach a proper lesson to that arrogant newcomer.

Cao Hongtao didn’t get to kill him and was so angry that his teeth were itching.
Naturally, he was the first to step forward.

 

As came forward, he also called out to others like him.

Unfortunately, the other veterans didn’t respond.
They weren’t brain dead.
The Magician was currently looked upon favorably by many different parties.
If they could have a good relationship with him, then they would.
Similarly, if they could avoid offending him, they wouldn’t offend him.
There was no need to be hung up over a newcomer with potential

Plus, this wasn’t some children’s game.
That was an S-rank game table! What if they were picked to carry out an order and weren’t able to complete it? The horrific deaths of those trainees earlier were the best examples.

 

Cao Hongtao wasn’t able to get anyone else.
His expression instantly became ugly. 

Xu Su, who was standing nearby and saw the situation, immediately pulled on Xu Sen’s clothes, “Jiu-ge is being bullied.
Should we go up?”

Hesitation appeared on Xu Sen’s face, “That’s an S-rank game table…”

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“Bro, you have to have some loyalty! Jiu-ge carried us for an instance.”

Xu Su slapped his thigh, “Sigh, if you won’t go, then I’ll go.
After all, I’ve always had good luck since I was young.
If Jiu-ge runs into any troubles, I will definitely put everything on the line to help!” 

Toward all those gazes containing a bunch of messy emotions, Zong Jiu completely treated them as if they didn’t exist.

Even after he specifically verified that the bartender today wasn’t No.
1 in disguise, he was still unable to relax.
He could only do it himself and steeped a cup of chrysanthemum and goji tea.

After Zong Jiu came back holding tea, he found that the game table had been filled up with ten people.

Him, Cao Hongtao, Xu Su, Xu Sen, No.
7 Messiah, No.
10 Yin-Yang Master, No.
8 Black Shaman, No.
4 Exorcist, who had just switched ranking places with Black-Robed Azan not long ago, A-rank trainee Lin Guoxing, and a B-rank trainee called Feng Yucheng. 

Around a small game table, there were actually four S-rank masters!

The crowd watching couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air.
And comments were rushing across the screen.
The number of people online was skyrocketing.

 

[Fuck, this is too exciting]

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[What’s going on? Why have the S-ranks come to this table? /It seems that everyone is interested in the Magician.jpg] 

[What are you thinking? For the last two days, only two S-rank game tables were opened.
The last one had heavy casualties.
Now that another one has opened, of course the S-rank masters came.]

[Hahahahahaha, my god.
Why did even the Yin-Yang Master join his game? This is a purely luck-based game.]

[Pft, I’m dying of laughter.
Is he here to send warmth and love to the newcomers? 23333]

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At that time Zong Jiu didn’t understand, but he did now.

Among the methods used by the Devil to plant puppet strings, one required a bleeding wound.

No.
1 controlled Lin Guoxing and injured himself on purpose to get close to Black-Robed Azan.
Then finally, he successfully gained control of No.
5, whereas Lin Guoxing became an abandoned pawn.
Being able to survive in the end was definitely not easy. 

“Excuse me.
My tea is a bit thick.
I’m going to add some more water.”

Zong Jiu pretended to go back and add more water.

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Making use of his time in the break room, he used the tarot cards to see if the Devil had once again controlled that unlucky A-rank trainee.

The result was an upright Justice card. 

However, Zong Jiu didn’t believe that the Devil wasn’t at that table.

He believed that the other would definitely not forfeit this chance to secretly screw him.

There were still two divining chances left.

The white-haired young man thought for a moment and then pulled one for No.
8 Black Shaman and No.
7 Messiah. 

The former was an upright Hermit, while the latter…

Zong Jiu looked at the upright Devil card in his hand and sneered.

 

Before, when there were five puppet strings attached to the top of Lin Guoxing’s head, Zong Jiu had pulled the upright Devil.
Anthony only had two strings above him; hence, it was an inverted Devil.

From this, he could conclude that the inverted Devil meant he wasn’t in complete control, while the upright Devil meant he had full control. 

And the card drawn for the Messiah was the upright Devil.
This meant that… the Holy Son was already a fully controlled puppet.

As soon as this conclusion came out, Zong Jiu remembered some indicators and signs.

For instance, someone had unintentionally mentioned before that the Holy Son became weird after entering the Thriller Trainee competition.
However, he couldn’t say what specifically was weird.

For instance, before that Mental Asylum instance, the Messiah had an extremely good reputation and high popularity.
Even the original novel used many sentences to describe how much the Messiah used to be willing to help others.
However, there was something strange.
There were depictions from Zhuge An’s and even the original Zong Jiu’s perspective, but there was nothing from the Messiah’s perspective. 

For instance, Zong Jiu’s initial guess that the Messiah was the mole was right.

Maybe… The Messiah had already been controlled long before this Thriller Trainee competition began.

Goodness.
Not only did the Devil pick this card very well, but he also hid it very deep.

Because all S-rank trainees had outstanding abilities and skills, Zong Jiu couldn’t reach out and wave his hand around the top of their heads.
If it wasn’t for the tarot cards’ ability to predict the future, even he would have been tricked. 

“My apologies.
I made everyone wait.”

After he came back, Zong Jiu picked a spot far away from the Messiah.

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The Holy Son with golden-colored hair showed a completely pure and understanding smile, “It’s okay.”

The white-haired young man responded with a polite smile.
Seemingly casually, he looked him over with a foreboding feeling in his heart. 

Unless the Devil actively abandons this puppet, otherwise, puppets that have been deeply controlled wouldn’t be able to escape from his grasp for all of eternity.

Zhuge An didn’t say what the Devil’s goal was, but by now, Zong Jiu had roughly guessed it.

First, he used an A-rank trainee as a stepping stone to control No.
5 Black-Robed Azan, and he had already fully controlled No.
7 Messiah a long time ago.
There was also No.
1’s actual body.
Not to mention that he didn’t know if there was anyone else being controlled out of the remaining S-ranks.

…His goal was probably to control all the S-ranks.
If that was so, no matter what happens, the universal wish ticket would land in the hands of the Devil. 

Then, within all this, what kind of deal did the system reach with the Devil? Why could No.
1 enjoy so many special privileges in the competition?

The universal wish ticket was given by the system.
If he wanted it, he could directly cheat and use his connections with the system.
Why bother with all this? Was there something else in all this that he didn’t know about?

 

Questions came up one by one, overwhelming him.

Zong Jiu massaged his temple and temporarily gave up thinking about it, “Let’s start.” 

[Table 7 has started the game.]

[Currently shuffling the deck, please wait…]

Playing a game naturally wasn’t as tense and exciting as a casino, and there weren’t any major restrictions.
Everyone’s sitting posture was relatively relaxed.

Waiters pushing carts with all kinds of desserts, wine, and juice weaved through the various game tables.
Off in the distance, waves crashed onto stone, making loud splashing sounds.
River water flowed on the ground of the open-air bar.
From the surface, you could see the reflections of stars.
The atmosphere was warm and leisurely. 

For the sake of maintaining fairness, the shuffling process of the cards in the system’s King’s Game was very cumbersome and overly complicated.
Everyone had to press the shuffle button, which was in the air, once.

While waiting, Zong Jiu was a bit bored.
He turned his head, looked around, and found out that sitting beside him was No.
4 Exorcist and No.
10 Yin-Yang Master.
Thus, he opened his mouth and made small talk.

“Oh, I remember you.
Are you the one who folded at the central table?”

Now that he was talking about this, Zong Jiu still felt it was a shame.
If the Yin-Yang Master didn’t fold in the last round and chose to go all in, he could’ve reaped another few tens of thousands of chips. 

The Yin-Yang Master wearily looked at him and didn’t respond.

Because he didn’t respond, the person on his other side, No.
4, became happy.

Exorcist laughed out loud and then lowered his voice, “Lil bro, don’t stab him where it hurts.”

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No.
10 was a big shot in the infinite loop.
Everyone normally called him Tsuchimikado. 

Tsuchimikado was the surname of a very well-known family of Yin-Yang Masters.
According to legends, they were the descendants of the famous Yin-Yang Master Abe no Seimei, who lived during the Heian period.

Like others, Tsuchimikado didn’t originally have that surname.
It was only because he had a lucky encounter in the S-rank instance “Hyakki Yagyō” that he inherited the Tsuchimikado family’s Yin-Yang techniques.
For the sake of easy memorization, everyone was too lazy to call him by his original name and directly used Tsuchimikado.

Speaking of Tsuchimikado, what he was most famous for wasn’t his skills and strength.
Rather, it was his bad luck. 

No one knew why he was so unlucky.
As long as it had something to do with luck, it never went smoothly for him.

However, the more setbacks Tsuchimikado encountered, the braver he became, swearing confidently that before he had become a Yin-Yang Master, he had never been so unlucky.
After repeated defeats, it became a permanent show in the infinite loop.

 

Outside, there were many bets on when he would turn things around, and the odds were frighteningly high.

Hearing the Exorcist’s words, Tsuchimikado gritted his teeth, “This time, I will definitely wash away all my past humiliations!” 

Zong Jiu expressed that he didn’t quite understand this kind of pain.

After all, his luck had always been quite good.

How did that saying go? Unlucky people couldn’t beat lucky people, and unlucky people didn’t understand the joys of lucky people.

[Shuffling has finished… Currently dealing out cards.] 

[Card dealing has finished.]

[Announcing the order of this round: Get a rib of any player at the same table.
The time limit is three minutes.

[Failure to carry out the order will result in on-the-spot elimination.]

[Now, king, please raise your card.] 

Under a black robe with a hood, a pale white hand stretched out, and the joker on it was smiling widely.

No.
8 Black Shaman, this round’s king.

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