Fall down......
Fall down!
Fall down!!!
Behind Lu Ce, the Player who was right on his heels had red eyes, silently repeating those three words in his heart.
His emotional state was way more intense than Lu Ce’s. Lu Ce treated it like a game.
But he looked like he’d staked his entire family’s lives, shouting crazily inside his mind.
On the outside, his face was red and his neck bulging.
But right now, seeing “Sin” suddenly turn around, it was like his brain blanked out, and he just stood there dumbfounded.
“Oh, it’s you. What a coincidence.”
This was the same guy who’d gambled at the Roulette Wheel and listened to Lu Ce’s advice, only to lose everything—down to the last hair.
It was because of that loss that he followed Li Wei’s suggestion and joined this game.
He’d already hit rock bottom, and this was his final chance—to bet it all.
He never expected to end up in a game like this, with rules like this—and in his rotten luck, he got assigned to go second.
He had already lost all hope, but Lu Ce’s performance kept giving him surprise after surprise. Now, he had only one wish.
That Lu Ce would misstep on the last step—and fall!
Now that Lu Ce had turned around and was looking at him playfully, he felt both scared and full of hate. He lowered his head and said nothing, ignoring “Sin.”
But staying silent didn’t mean Lu Ce would.
The voice behind the mask was like a devil, slowly drifting into his ears, laced with a hellish kind of temptation.
“Wanna play something exciting? A 20-player round, but I’m the only one playing—that’s no fun.”
The fat guy still didn’t respond, his bloodshot eyes locked on the floor beneath his feet. That floor was very much... floor!
He didn’t want to speak. This man in front of him had already proven how persuasive he could be. Now he just wanted to wait.
No matter what, he was already guaranteed to survive—he just hoped the other guy fell on that last step.
But in Lu Ce’s eyes, this man in front of him looked like a candle about to be snuffed out. A bit of coaxing could stir up all the emotions buried inside.
“Would you believe me if I said I’m just doing this for fun? In fact, I’m certain I can complete the game.”
“There’s an autonomous robot in my backpack that can give me one more boost. Honestly, I’ve already won. I could take 70% of everyone’s rewards and leave right now.”
“But I want to give you a chance—to make the game a bit more interesting.”
The fat guy’s face twitched as sweat rolled down the grooves of his fat cheeks, like he was going through torture.
“Let’s add another bet to this game, just between us.”
“You and I switch places. One last chance—I give it to you. If you make it, you take 70% of everyone’s rewards.”
“And I’ll throw in my second-place share too!”
“If you lose, well, there’s no real punishment—just take a bath down below.”
Wearing the Lust Mask, Lu Ce gestured excitedly as if he’d just brought up the most fun thing ever, looking completely thrilled.
The fat guy’s body trembled. Inside, reason and greed were locked in a vicious battle.
Say no?
But 70%...
No! Life is what matters most! He’d already gotten lucky—why the hell would he agree?!
While he struggled, Lu Ce’s voice slithered in like that serpent who tempted Eve to sin.
“Seventy percent... plus the second-place share... that’d make you the top earner in this Hell Mode Game, wouldn’t it?”
“Enough that you’d never have to play again, never suffer like this again.”
“To do something great, you can’t be afraid to risk your life......”
The second-place fat guy looked up, face twisted, eyes red.
“Why should I believe you actually have a sure-fire way to win?”
“No reason. Just that I’m the strongest. I always win.” Lu Ce shrugged. “Besides, believe it or not—it’s up to you. You’re free to say no. I’m not forcing you.”
With that, Lu Ce stood up and turned toward the final row of steps.
“Sigh, just thought since fate brought us together, I’d give you a shot.”
“Out of so many people, you just happened to be second. You never thought—that might be fate?”
“Sometimes, fate gives you a chance, and you just can’t see it.”
That line from Lu Ce, spoken with his back turned, blew up inside the fat guy’s heart like a bomb!
In an instant, all his body fat felt like it had caught fire, turning into flames that fueled his greed.
Yeah!
Why was I assigned second? There were eight of us who bet two Stars!
Everyone thought I was finished—I thought I was done for too—but now......
The chance is right here!
Fifty-fifty odds aren’t even that bad! If I win, I’ll soar to the top—I’ll be the one who beat the strongest Player!
I......
The fat guy’s eyes went hazy. Just then, a voice sounded behind him.
“I’ll do it! Strongest Player, let me switch with you!”
Lu Ce had his back to them all, and at those words, a twisted grin curled on the Purple Mask.
“No! I agree—I agree!”
The fat guy snapped out of it like he’d been jolted awake, shouting as if afraid someone might steal his chance.
Lu Ce turned his head.
“Sure? There’s still a fifty-fifty chance you’ll fail.”
“Sure!”
The bet was made. A light beam enveloped each of their heads, and the two of them swapped places.
“Good luck.”
Lu Ce stood smiling in the fat guy’s former spot, generously cheering him on.
The fat guy looked at the final row ahead. His legs were shaking.
As he shut his eyes, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
Fifty-fifty......
If I win......!
Go home, cash out all the points and rewards, buy a big house, get a young pretty wife, and live out every fantasy I’ve ever had.
Never come back to this cursed game again!
The chance is right here!
Ignoring Lu Ce’s voice behind him, the fat guy’s eyes slowly filled with resolve. His body steadied and stopped trembling.
His eyes even held calm... and confidence.
He could feel it—that voice in his heart. The voice saying fate had chosen him!
He would win!!
A crazed grin twisted his face. He jumped forward.
Nothingness.
Misstep.
Fall.
A fat figure plummeted straight into the Black Sea, not even letting out a scream.
When a gambler is high, they don’t think about what happens if they lose. He forgot to scream.
“What a shame.”
Behind him, a hint of “pity” appeared on the Purple Mask’s face as he lightly clapped his hands.
“If you control greed, it’s your slave.”
“But if greed controls you, then you’re its scapegoat.”