Don't call me evil god

Chapter 461 Blackout
A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

Found out!

Seeing that these dwarves only knew how to drink and party, Pete thought that they were stupid and didn't realize the cheating methods to achieve 100% victory.

It turned out that some dwarves actually realized the problem.

Although Pete was not caught on the spot, the concealing effect of the magic of [Revelation of All Things] is definitely unquestionable. Only Pete can receive the "information" and no physical evidence will be left.

But his cheating method was discovered.

In other words, the other party found a way to make Pete's cheating method ineffective.

Now all reasoning and speculation about this game have lost their meaning.

The middle-aged dwarf simply left everything on the table to luck.

Pete's scalp tingled!

Brandon's idea of ​​gaining the dwarves' respect is a good one.

Don't mention anything else.

When Pete won every battle before, the young dwarves in the bar were so excited that they kept praising Pete as "Emperor" and their reputations were almost maxed out.

The problem is that this reputation-boosting bug has been fixed by an elderly and experienced dwarf!
The dwarves have a huge drinking capacity, so out of a large glass of Stone Castle liquor, most of them can drink two or three glasses at least, and that's assuming they've already gotten themselves drunk.

If they were allowed to drink slowly and eat at the same time, it would be like drinking alcohol like water.

Not Pete.

He estimated that he would not even need one glass of Stone Castle liquor. He would be exhausted after just one sip.

There was no room for error, which meant he had no confidence to try his luck with the middle-aged dwarf in front of him.

The opponent can lose 3 or 4 games in a row.

Pete cannot lose at all, only then can he defeat his opponent.

How is this still playing?
And Pete couldn't give up.

He had been reminded of this in advance by Miranda.

Traditional dwarves believe in fighting if they don't accept it, and never admit defeat once the fight starts.

Either the opponent is knocked down, or you are knocked down.

They regard admitting defeat and surrendering as a disgrace.

This means that - as long as he participates in the dice game of the Wine Warrior, Pete will either win the happy hour bar to the end or beat everyone who tries to challenge him.

Or you will be defeated by others, that is, you will get drunk.

……

Pete gritted his teeth and said, "Three sixes!"

He only has 1 six point in his hand.

Now there is no way to infer the other party's result, he can only rely on blind guessing.

As long as the opponent has two sixes in the dice, there is no need to worry about the result being "opened".

The middle-aged dwarf on the opposite side grinned and said, "Seven sixes!"

Didn’t look at the dice clock!

The number was directly increased to a rather outrageous number!

From Pete's perspective, this means that the opponent has to get all 6 dice to be 6 in order to win the game!

"Boy, this is the real way for dwarves to play!"

"It doesn't matter whether the dice win or not."

"Don't forget, the name of the game is Wine Warriors, not Dice King."

"What if I win, what if I lose?"

“Our goal is to find a place where everyone can have a good time drinking.”

"A true dwarf doesn't care about winning or losing."

A middle-aged dwarf. Although he looked drunk, he spoke very fluently and clearly.

From a rational point of view.

For the prediction of 7 sixes, no matter whether the opponent has shaken out the maximum 6 sixes or not, as long as Pete increases the bet and the opponent chooses to open the clock to check, Pete will definitely lose.

"open!"

Pete chose to open the clock.

The middle-aged dwarf turned over the dice clock.

There was only one six in his score.

Without a doubt, it was a huge loss.

The other party did not hesitate and drank another large glass of Stone Castle liquor.

“Hoo-ha! So refreshing!”

He wiped the remaining wine from the corner of his beard.

"Continue!" Still not looking at the dice clock at all.

This time, luck was on the dwarf's side.

The two shook out a total of five fives, and when Pete called out "six fives", the middle-aged dwarf chose to open the clock to check.

A full glass of Stone Castle liquor was placed in front of Pete with a "bang".

Seeing that Pete finally lost a game, the dwarves in the tavern started to make a noise:

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

"Human warriors! Drink it up!"

Looking at the bubbling yellow wine in front of him, Pete took a deep breath.

He held the wine glass with both hands, closed his eyes, made up his mind, tilted his head back, and gulped the liquor into his mouth!

The surrounding dwarves suddenly burst into wild cheers.

"it is good!!!"

"Pretty!"

"Long live the warriors!!!"

"Let's drink a toast to the heroic deeds of the human warriors!"

Although the atmosphere around him became more heated, Pete was no longer aware of that.

Before the liquor entered his mouth, Pete could smell its rich aroma.

When it actually entered my mouth, I felt a violent impact rushing straight into my brain.

The wine surged in my mouth, chest, and stomach, as if a fire had been lit in my body!

This is not drinking, it's like drinking magma!

Every part of his body was burning hot, and Pete felt dizzy. Everything in front of him became blurry, and the sounds from the outside world turned into a buzzing sound in his head.

Just like the feeling of reshaping his body in the altar of creation before resurrection, Pete soon completely lost awareness of the existence of his own body.

The world fell into darkness.

Pretty much as Pete himself had expected.

Pete was still not worthy of enjoying Stone Castle liquor.

I just drank a few sips and then I just went to sleep!
……

I don’t know how long it took.

"Uh uh..."

When Pete regained consciousness and opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment.

For some reason, I had a splitting headache.

There seemed to be several places on my body that were causing noticeable pain from time to time.

Pete struggled to stand up, shook his head vigorously, and barely woke himself up a little, trying to observe his surroundings:

Low mountain cave ceiling.

A dim room with no external light, lit only by candles.

There was a simple and flat stone bed beneath me.

And there was also - the incessant thunderous snoring.

"...Where am I now..."

Pete was confused.

He has blackouts.

The last scene left in my memory is the strong liquor as hot as magma.

Then nothing is known.

A familiar voice came from the side: "This is the inn room opened by the dwarves."

Pete turned his head towards the source of the sound, which was the door to the room.

The height of the room was limited, less than 1.8 meters, so Gail needed to bend down slightly to get in, otherwise he would hit his head.

His face was full of helplessness.

"You became 'unconscious' after you fell down."

"It was the dwarves who carried you all the way from the Happy Hour Tavern to the inn and put you to bed."

"They were so clumsy that I saw you getting bumped into several times."

Pete hissed.

He knew why his body was hurting.

"By the way! How was the game?"

……

(End of this chapter)