บท 581: Chapter 208: Colorful Gold Edge_2

Moreover, at the card table, he also felt a strong sense of oppression.

This sense of oppression didn't mean that the other party had a strong momentum or that their card deck had a fierce attack power.

Instead, it meant that each round, he felt like his life was being rushed.

He was forced to squeeze out DPS and fight for survival as if he were racing against the clock.

Especially after the unveiling of the [Interstellar Sentinel], there was a sense of urgency as if the killing line of the card game was gradually approaching before the arrival of [Machine N].

In those three rounds, he went from attempting to stop it, then realizing he couldn't, to racking his brain on how to preserve his forces to the greatest extent possible and face [Machine N].

Every card and every move was calculated.

Despite card playing not being a physically intense activity, it made him feel thrilling and exciting.

He was truly addicted.