Capítulo 150: Can you at least leave me some clothes?
"According to Article 5 of the Hell Game Regulations, if the devil violates the rules of the game, the player has the right to decide whether to terminate it."
"And I choose not to end the game, but to initiate a new one with a maximum of three rounds."
"Per Article 13 of the Hell Game Rules, the devil makes the first bet, but players can opt to raise the stakes."
Sabo smiled slyly. "Ms. Devil, I raise the bet! Let's begin our first round."
Faye:
She stood in disbelief, glancing between Sabo and the ominous sky.
"Wait a minute, I'm a bit confused." She sprang to her feet, bat wings shimmering behind her as she vanished into the depths of the peach blossom forest.
Once hidden among the trees, she quickly sought counsel with the rules of Hell.
But what she uncovered left her even more incredulous.
[Player Alaska was killed for attempting to alter the rules of Hell.]
[Devil Faye Beatrice MacMillan suggested that the rules were maliciously changed and is currently undergoing self-inspection. The rules remain unchanged.]
[You were the first to break the game's rules and are judged to be in violation. Player Sabo has requested a change to a three-round system.]
[Sabo has proposed a raise; please respond promptly. The maximum response time is 59 minutes and 31 seconds. If no response is given before the deadline, Player Sabo will be declared the winner, and the items he requested or their equivalent value will be forcibly deducted. If insufficient, all your assets will be forfeited.]
Faye:
The world felt surreal. Memories of Eugene, now hairless, flashed in her mind. Could he have faced something similar?
This ugly dwarf was... hunting demons?
Meanwhile, Sabo calmly summoned a value scale, frantically adding chips to one side.
Was he serious? One of his clones had perished, a costly loss in both resources and time. He had even paused diplomatic relations with the Kingdom of Ancient Gods to reclaim it. He needed to make this devil lose everything within three rounds.
Changing the rules? A trivial task.
He merely had to disconnect the clone from his original self, allowing it to use the power of an evil god to siphon the core rules of the Hell Game. When discovered, he would use the clone as a distraction. As the rules obliterated his clone, they would cleanse themselves, leaving behind new rules inscribed by the devil's words.
With two players involved, one dead, and new rules established, hadn't the devil violated the game?
His cost? A clone and a fraction of his extreme filth source.
As he recalled how to manufacture "Absolute Filth," a grin spread across his face.
After estimating the maximum value he could extract in the first round, he ceased adding chips and waited patiently. The Hell Game rules meant the devil had forty minutes before the value of his items would double.
It didn't matter whether she agreed; as the master of the game, she had no choice.
Sabo produced a bowl that appeared moldy, pouring a mysterious liquid into it before savoring it with delight. The surrounding peach blossoms wilted under the noxious aroma, as if poisoned.
Time passed, and faint rustling filled the air.
After struggling for half an hour, Faye emerged, her face twisted with rage. She glared at Sabo, but violence was off the table in this game.
Desperate, she scanned her prepared games, battling to maintain her composure. Her beauty was marred by frustration.
She didn't want to return empty-handed; Eugene would mock her mercilessly.
Damn Eugene—his usual lies had turned into painful truths.
After much inner turmoil, Faye added another bet to the scale. She refused to believe this dwarf could continually alter the rules. If anyone could do that, Hell would hardly be called Hell but rather a plane of wealth.
She retrieved items from her space, depleting 90% of her treasures accumulated over millennia until the scale finally balanced.
Expressionless, she declared, "Let's start the first round. Gambler, you must win 10 million chips in a casino without using any supernatural powers and take the chips out."
Sabo grinned. "No problem, leave it to me."
Just a trap game, right? A scam casino? Winning only to be attacked by level 10 thugs? Piece of cake.
Ten minutes later, Faye watched in shock as Sabo used the five million chips he won to bribe the dealer and the thugs poised to attack.
With superior cheating skills, he quickly became a dealer in the casino, transforming his identity to seize 10 million chips.
By the end, the casino owner was left with 60 million chips. Sabo snagged 20 million, waving goodbye with a grin, promising to return for more profit.
The owner believed special talents deserved to be nurtured, and Sabo, in turn, offered a generous bodyguard fee, mobilizing 90% of the casino's thugs to follow him.
Dozens of level 10 bodyguards clashed with extraordinary beings waiting in ambush, but Sabo escaped unscathed, leaving chaos behind.
"Hi, beautiful devil lady! Sorry, but it seems I've won, so I choose to raise the bet!"
Sabo's devilish voice echoed, jolting Faye from her stupor. She stumbled back, hands on her chest, her voice quaking. "I don't have enough to wager."
Sabo rubbed his hands together, a creepy smile spreading across his face.
Faye protested, "At least leave me some clothes! I'm a girl!"
Half an hour later, Sabo sauntered out of the hellish projection, dragging a group of terrified hell creatures who couldn't escape his devilish power.
Glancing at the war weapons Bai Yi had requested and the spoils in his filthy space, the dwarf beamed with satisfaction.
As it turned out, this truly was a devilish game.
Hell.
"Huh? How do you still have clothes left? That doesn't make sense. How did you avoid bankruptcy?"
Eugene stared at Faye with wide eyes.
Now clad in coarse linen, the attire of commoners, even her hair was tied with withered peach branches, barely preserving her dignity.
"I'll kill you!"
A dark aura enveloped her, causing nearby hell creatures to tremble in fear.
The third-level legend was a powerful rank, not to be trifled with in Hell.
Eugene chuckled. "Hey, you're not laughing at me, are you? You seem to be doing just fine! That guy is the most cunning human I've ever seen!"
Faye's anger flickered. "Human?"
Eugene nodded. "A somewhat handsome human, but he can morph into a sinister creature. Strange, yet incredibly smart."
Fear crept into Faye's eyes.
Eugene sensed something amiss. Just as he opened his mouth to inquire, the presence of another devil approached.
"Eh? Who is this? Baby Faye? What's wrong?"
Eugene and Faye exchanged glances, then turned to face a young devil, helplessness etched on their faces. "Didn't you mock me a few days ago? I warned you not to venture into the Dawn Federation, but you didn't listen. So this is the result, right, Faye?"
Surprise sparked in Faye's eyes, and she nodded, expressionless. "Go away. I don't want to see you now."
Jiman's shock was palpable. "Really? Beat a devil? Wasn't it you who couldn't manage it?"
Eugene and Faye responded with stoic silence, their expressions unreadable.
"I know, I know. Don't worry! The devil lord of Luoying City advised us against it. With three federations allowed to mark Hell, we can just try the other two."
Jiman hesitated. "But how did you lose? In the Hell Game, a devil's winning rate is over 99%."
He pondered aloud, "Even if we can defeat a devil, wouldn't that just cover the first round? Generally, defeated devils don't initiate a second round, right?"
Eugene's greed was evident. With a 99%+ win rate, what could players say? Naturally, he agreed.
Faye cast a glance at him before walking away without a word. She wanted answers, too.
Eugene followed closely, radiating an aura that kept outsiders at bay.
Only Jiman remained, deep in thought. Among the three federations, which one faltered—the Sun Federation or the Star Federation?
As for the devil who listened, perhaps he spoke the truth. The slight flicker of Faye's eyes suggested she and Eugene had been ridiculed and were now plotting retaliation.
Thus, the chances of them choosing the Abnormal Federation had increased from 33% to 50%.
How cunning!
Yet, reverse logic couldn't be dismissed. Perhaps they wanted him to think this way to eliminate the correct answer first.
"Hiss." Jiman inhaled sharply, realizing this multiple-choice dilemma was more challenging than the devil's game. His cousin seemed eager for the rules. Should he let him attempt first?
Or was it truly that strange? Could the paradox be unraveled? If he simply avoided greed and firmly refused to engage in the Duolun game, could he return after losing once?
It was worth a try.
Sin City.
Bai Yi stepped out of the fourth golden alchemist's shop, disappointment shadowing his eyes.
Except for the first, Kasu, the remaining three transformers were unimpressive. They paled in comparison to Marku, with two having low sanity, ultimately subdued by White Plague.
Killing him was out of the question. Among the five top golds, one was a black dragonborn, making confrontation impossible.
The Federation's Hall of Knowledge was impeccable. The old swordsman had ventured to the Star Federation centuries ago, returning with a wealth of knowledge, including city defense cannons and technologies.
This fostered a communication bridge between the two federations, greatly enhancing the systems for mages and alchemists.
Finding something innovative was proving difficult.
After consulting five alchemists, Bai Yi realized that aside from [Frenzy] and [Black Vision], he had seen no knowledge unique to the Federation.
He glanced at Wei Lu's live broadcast room, the screen gray with regret.
Switching to Demacia's stream, he noted the comments.
Wei Lu had attempted to seize a monster but was instantly killed by the boss's counterattack.
Meanwhile, the war concluded. The Whispering Legion had slain the boss and were returning to the city. Players were fighting fiercely against the last few catastrophic creatures, expecting victory within half a day.
"Boss, the next one is the final flesh-and-blood transformer. They say he's a phantom transformer, but I can't be sure," Yue Fang reported cautiously.
He had fallen into blind admiration for White Plague. Among the thirty golds in Sin City, this group of alchemists held immense prestige.
Yet they had been dealt with in mere moments, and the clarity in the alchemists' eyes at the end lacked the aura of any strong men.
In just half a day, he felt he understood what it meant to disregard Sin City.
"Lead the way."
Bai Yi, slightly careless, felt let down by the flesh-and-blood transformers in the wild. The phantom transformation allowed them to shift into a ghostly state.
But without a physical body, what kind of transformer were they?
Even with powerful abilities, they remained bound by numerous systems. Unless they possessed ghostly capabilities, the evil spirit Ai Nuan could easily defeat these illusion transformers.
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