The Monster is Coming

Chapter 401 The Saga of Las Vegas, Praising Emperor Zhao

The next day, the dawn broke.

The gates of the City of Destiny slowly opened amidst the misty sea fog.

The afterglow of yesterday's grand feast had not yet completely dissipated when some alien figures, unable to contain their curiosity, stepped into this unknown territory, clutching their casino tokens.

The scene inside the casino is like a completely different world from the outside.

Visitors who enter are immediately enveloped in ultimate luxury.

The dome here is high and distant, not a solid object, but rather composed of flowing silver runes.

Soft light poured down, illuminating every corner of the different areas of the building, yet it was not at all glaring.

The ground is paved with deep purple crystals, beneath which is sealed a surging galaxy. With each step a visitor takes, tiny wisps of starlight ripple out from under their feet, spreading for several meters before slowly dissipating.

The pillars supporting the hall are carved with coiled, dark gold behemoths, with dazzling energy gems inlaid between the gaps in their scales. The beasts raise their heads high, holding crystal lamps that emit light in their mouths, creating a layered effect of light and shadow in the casino.

The gambling tables inside were also cut and carved from a single piece of spirit crystal, as exquisite as works of art.

Even the air is filled with fragrance, which is a blend of various spiritual plant spices personally prepared by Minghou. One breath will make visitors feel refreshed and relaxed.

The structure was lavish, and a great deal of religious effort was invested.

These seemingly meaningless decorations are actually sensory cages woven by the throat of life.

Before building this casino, he consulted a lot of psychology materials in the library and also had in-depth discussions with Ah Lan.

This laid the initial framework for the casino.

The luxurious furnishings, besides showcasing the wealth of the Destiny Casino, serve four deeper purposes.

The first goal is to create a subtle sense of disparity.

This kind of extremely luxurious environment can subtly elevate the status of the casino, making foreign tourists feel inferior from the start.

Give them the idea that here, the resources they usually cherish are insignificant.

This sense of disparity weakens their judgment and makes them more likely to accept the rules set by the casino.

Subconsciously, one might assume that a venue operator capable of running such a place must be a symbol of power and "fairness".

The second point is that it weakens rationality and stimulates desire.

Every resource in the gambling city can be transformed into a resource, even a war resource, if placed outside.

This is a huge attraction for tourists.

They simply cannot understand why practical resources are used as decorations.

When the senses are completely enveloped in luxury far exceeding daily consumption, the ability to think rationally will be affected.

This environment constantly amplifies tourists' greed, because wealth is right there and within reach.

In such an environment, the idea that winning one game can change one's fate will constantly challenge rationality.

The third goal is to create an immersive experience and downplay the concept of value.

This allows tourists from other cultures to become completely immersed in this game of money and luck.

They believe that the chips used here are just part of the game, making it easy for tourists from other ethnic groups to place bets and call, forgetting the real resource costs represented by the chips.

The fourth goal is to give the winner the ultimate vanity and satisfaction.

After winning chips, you can quickly convert them into resources or go to experience the entertainment facilities of the attached casino.

They can be exchanged for delicious spiritual food, or even various other services.

In addition to the benefits of resources, it also brings tourists from other ethnic groups a sense of psychological satisfaction, as if their status has been elevated.

This kind of experience can only be provided by Dream Island.

It cannot be found in other areas of the Azure Star Sea.

This is the addictive nature that comes from realizing profits.

This drives gamblers to constantly pursue the next victory, wanting to repeatedly experience this illusory glory.

The luxurious casino that Life Throat invested heavily in building is essentially a grand application of psychology.

Use the gentlest methods to break down visitors' defenses and stir their inner desires.

As every alien creature that steps into this place is immersed in the ultimate enjoyment of sight and senses, they unknowingly let down their guard against risks.

Willingly becoming a cog in the machine of destiny's development.

At this moment, most of the tourists from other ethnic groups who had just arrived held chips in their hands, but did not place any bets. Instead, they curiously watched how the games were played at the gambling table.

The busiest area in the city is a shop on the right side of the entrance.

There were no gambling tables there; it was a pawnshop set up by the Gold Coin Merchants' Guild in the City of Destiny.

Several players dressed in Gold Coin Merchant Guild uniforms, looking quite capable, were busy inside.

They were all sent by Alan to provide resource exchange tokens here.

The core purpose of this pawnshop is not to profit from the exchange rate difference.

Here, the value of a resource determines the amount of currency it can be exchanged for.

There is no discounted price for acquiring resources.

After all, the casino is built on Dream Island, and the core of the city is the Gold Coin Merchant Guild.

The Gold Coin Merchant Guild's strongest business is resource trading and resource monetization.

Gamblers who want to turn their resources into chips can go to the adjacent trading market at any time, without having to sell them at a discounted price in the casino.

The downside is that foreign gamblers need to frequently travel between the casino and the gold coin trading market to convert resources into chips.

This tedious process might cool the impulses of the alien members.

Many fleeting thoughts of placing bets may vanish on this round trip.

Therefore, the core mission of this pawnshop is: ultimate convenience and zero-loss conversion.

It's like a high-speed blood vessel grafted directly onto the body of the casino, leading directly to the efficient resource circulation network of the Gold Coin Merchants Association.

The player employees working here have three interfaces floating in their minds.

It connects to the Gold Coin Merchant Guild trade group, player mall, and trading market respectively.

The trade group provides the latest resource price information and includes several plugins created by Alan that can be used to view the value of resources.

The player shop is used to monetize resources.

For example, if a gambler wins money here and wants to convert it into resources to take away, they can purchase Pure Energy Stones, or even special resources such as healing potions and mental restoration potions, through the player shop, allowing them to cash out and take them away.

The trading market interface is used to evaluate the latest prices in your own market. Some resources will be directly listed and sold to fellow villagers.

These three interfaces constitute the channels for resource exchange and circulation.

The Gold Coin Merchants Association set up a pawnshop here, so naturally there was a way to make a profit.

For example, if a race does not want to sell its valuable resources directly, it can temporarily mortgage the resources to a pawnshop to obtain emergency funds.

The pawn shop will offer a discount, the exact amount of which depends on the scarcity of the resource.

If the collateral is not redeemed by the due date, it will belong to the Gold Coin Merchants Association, becoming an additional source of profit.

Even if the pawnshop redeems the item within the specified period, it will still charge a certain percentage of the storage fee.

Although the fee is not high, with the huge traffic, it adds up to a considerable amount.

The Gold Coin Merchants Guild pursues profits.

Destiny Casino prioritizes convenience.

Therefore, the establishment of pawnshops, gold coin merchants, and gambling cities can all yield the desired results.

At this moment, in a corner of the bustling gambling hall.

A thin, young man from the Snail Shell tribe was clutching the free coins in his hand tightly. His eyes scanned the gambling tables with different types of games, and he looked somewhat anxious.

It's called the Vortex, and it comes from a race that was going through a war: the Shell Clan.

It arrived at Dream Island not for pleasure, but to shoulder a heavy mission.

The last coral forest in their territory is being eroded by the hostile force, the "Bitter Demon Legion," and they desperately need medical resources to save their wounded warriors.

Prior to this, it had visited Dream Island multiple times, purchasing large sums of war resources.

However, their mortal enemy, the "Bitter Demon Clan," is also a trading customer of the Gold Coin Merchant Guild, and their purchasing power far exceeds that of the Shell Clan, to which they belong.

Thanks to their richer territory, the Bitter Demon Clan is able to extract more high-quality resources from the deep-sea mines, which they have been continuously sending to the Gold Coin Merchant Guild in exchange for excellent weapons, sturdy armor, and a large quantity of mysterious potions for rapid recovery.

The Gold Coin Merchants Guild was supposed to be a neutral force.

However, this inadvertently amplified the existing gap in strength between the two sides.

The Bitter Demon Clan rapidly armed themselves to the teeth through trade, causing the war situation to take a sharp turn for the worse.

The tense situation, which was barely maintained, turned into a one-sided crushing defeat after the Bitter Demon Clan received supplies from the Merchant Guild.

Large swathes of the tribe's coral forests were destroyed, and wounded warriors, lacking medicine, could only die in agony.

What it brought this time was almost the last bit of valuable resources the tribe could offer: coral beads.

But it knew in its heart that this amount of stuff was no longer enough to exchange for resources that could turn the tide of the battle in the trading market.

But the war obviously cannot be abandoned.

It returned to Dream Island, hoping to be lucky enough to encounter a race that urgently needed resources, which it could then acquire at a low price.

During its shopping trip, it was attracted by the casino's opening advertisements playing on a loop on the giant screen of the trading market.

The above indicates that Destiny City will provide guests with ample complimentary spiritual meals upon its opening.

In terms of food, as a race that grows up in a rich sea, the Whirlwinds have never experienced food shortages since birth.

It includes various spiritual foods, which can be obtained simply by fishing and hunting at sea.

But spiritual meals and spiritual food are not the same concept at all.

The snail-like creatures hunt and fish daily, catching seaweed, shellfish, or various types of spirit fish that possess spiritual energy.

These foods can fill your stomach and nourish your body, but that's about it; they can't bring about a qualitative leap in your life.

The "spiritual food" mentioned in the Las Vegas advertisement is something else entirely.

It is a product that is carefully prepared by a spiritual chef using special techniques, perfectly blending the essence of various ingredients to achieve a result that transcends the ingredients themselves.

It's somewhat similar to the alchemy it learned about while consulting ancient texts.

After being consumed, it can bring various unexpected effects, such as restoring physical strength, healing hidden injuries, and even enhancing the ability to perceive elements.

This has transcended the category of "food" and is more like a boosting tool, only presented in a delicious form.

Those factions that possess professional spirit chefs or "ingredient alchemists" are generally powerful clans.

Its tribe also possesses some skills in preparing spiritual food.

However, these are generally crude methods that are gradually learned through trial and error in life, and are fundamentally unacceptable.

Everything on Neverland was very expensive, and feeling extremely hungry, it had the idea of ​​going to mooch a meal from the spirits.

Unexpectedly, while it was enjoying the delicious spiritual food it had never experienced before, it unexpectedly obtained a "gambling token" that could be used to participate in gambling.

It originally intended to use the tokens to exchange for resources as a pleasant surprise, and then leave.

However, the staff stated that...

This token cannot be directly exchanged for resources. The casino token is an experience voucher, and its value can only be realized at the gambling table. You can use it to participate in any game, and if you win, the chips you win can be freely exchanged.

If you do not wish to participate, you can keep it as a souvenir and take it with you.

In other words, if you want to take away the resources, you have to play a game here.

Although I felt a little regretful, I thought again that the tokens were an unexpected gain, so even if I lost them, there would be no real loss.

Instantly, the burden in my heart vanished.

Clutching the tokens, it walked toward a gambling table with the simplest rules.

By placing their hand on the table, they could clearly feel the subtle yet powerful energy of rules flowing beneath it.

This made it subconsciously wonder if the entity behind the scenes in Las Vegas had already set a trap in some way it couldn't understand.

This makes it more likely that Las Vegas will win.

Although the casino claims that all gameplay is for obtaining rule-derived energy and that there is no adulteration involved.

But this is only one side of the story from Las Vegas; what methods are behind it is unpredictable.

But the thought only flashed through Vortex's mind.

After all, it doesn't require any cost.

A new round begins, and he pushes the tokens in his hand toward the area marked "large".

I already understood how to play when I was observing.

A sum of 12 or more is considered "big," and a sum of 12 or less is considered "small." The result is determined by rolling four dice.

The person controlling the game was a figure with beautiful long silver hair, who was smiling at him at that moment:

"A gamble with fate, once the bet is placed, it's over."

Once the hourglass on the table had finished counting down, the silver-haired figure reached out and covered the dice cup, then pressed the switch on the table.

Immediately, the crisp sound of the dice colliding rang out.

The vortex's eyes were fixed on the constantly shaking dice cup. Despite telling itself there was no need to be nervous, the soft tissue beneath its shell still involuntarily contracted slightly.

The dice cup was set, then uncovered.

5、6、6、4，总计21点，大。

An indescribable joy welled up in Vortex's heart.

The silver-haired figure collected the tokens and then pushed two slightly different "official chips" in front of it.

The two tokens collided with each other, making a soft sound.

It won.

It's easy and effortless.

After collecting the chips, it subconsciously turned around and took a few steps toward the "Gold Coin Pawnshop," intending to exchange the two chips for real resources to take back with it.

However, just as it was about to merge into the departing crowd, it suddenly stopped.

A thought popped into its mind: what can two chips be exchanged for?
Even if converted into resources, it would be far from enough to change the current predicament faced by the ethnic group.

They might be able to buy a few more of the lowest-tier Tidebringer healing spores, but against the Bitterfurion Legion's continuous attacks, it would be a drop in the ocean.

It stopped, its eyes darting around to the still noisy gambling table behind it.

The silver-haired dealer was smiling as he began another round of shaking the dice; the crisp sound of the dice clashing was so enticing at that moment.

What if... what if we won a few more?
The frenzied shouts of the gamblers around it, the lingering sweetness of the spiritual food on its tongue, and a deep concern for the future of its people collided violently in its mind.

A crazy idea sprouted in my mind.

With the possibility of saving the tribe through legitimate means exhausted, could the Fate Casino be the tribe's last glimmer of hope?
Using the two chips in hand to gamble on a one-in-a-million possibility.

They went back, carrying meager war resources, to face a doomed defeat.

Keep them, and use these two chips as a new stake to gamble on a possibility that could truly change your destiny.

The worst outcome is losing two chips, which can be considered as giving them back.

Vortex suddenly turned around, the rationality in her eyes completely extinguished, replaced by a fanaticism ignited by desire and despair.

Without further hesitation, it strode back to the gambling table and placed its two chips heavily on the table.

The choice remains the same: big.

In the time that followed, the vortex was completely engulfed. Its emotions rose and fell violently with each roll of the dice.

When the points are hit, it will uncontrollably wave its arms and cheer like the other gamblers.

When it misses the target, it can't help but shake its head in frustration, but its eyes remain fixed on the dice cup, anticipating the outcome of the next round.

It forgot the crisis facing its people, forgot the passage of time, and only saw the constantly fluctuating numbers and the ever-growing pile of chips.

The god of fortune seemed to favor it, and its chips actually grew slowly but steadily amidst the ups and downs.

From two to ten, then to thirty-two... the pile of shimmering chips seemed to transform in its eyes into a mountain of healing spores and various war resources.

But fate's cruel joke came unexpectedly.

Several reckless bets led to the rapid loss of nearly two-thirds of its chips.

The newly constructed illusion of wealth suddenly collapsed, and a huge sense of loss and resentment overwhelmed it like icy seawater.

"No...it can't end like this." Vortex clenched her hands, her body trembling slightly.

The scene of the tribe's territory falling into enemy hands once again vividly appeared before my eyes.

Panic and desperate madness seized it in an instant.

It suddenly pushed all the remaining chips in front of it onto the betting area, betting on a very unpopular high-stakes option on the table: all dice the same color.

Each die has two colors: 1-3 red and 4-6 blue, for a total of four dice.

It offers odds of 8 times the payout if the colors match.

This is its last chance; it will either turn things around overnight or be completely wiped out.

"Buy and leave."

The silver-haired figure pressed the "Start" button behind the dice cup with a blank expression.

Vortex's eyes widened instantly, all her senses focused on the small dice cup, and she frantically prayed for a miracle to happen.

Open the dice cup and remove the lid.

Red, blue, blue, blue.

The two colors on the dice were reflected in the swirling eyes.

The cold, hard result, like a heavy hammer, shattered all its illusions.

It stood frozen in place, its arms hanging limply at its sides.

Staring blankly as the silver-haired figure ruthlessly took away all the chips in front of it.

The place that was just piled with hope is now empty, with only the cold tabletop reflecting its incredulous expression.

It lost everything.

The vortex turned around, looking dejected.

The soles of my feet rubbed against the ground, making a soft, rustling sound, and my steps seemed unusually heavy.

It instinctively wanted to escape this place that had swallowed its last hope.

But just as it was about to step out of the casino, a gold coin pawnshop came into view.

Suddenly, an even more insane thought gripped its consciousness, causing it to freeze in place.

Transaction receipt!

That was the resource transaction certificate issued by the Gold Coin Merchants after they counted all the "coral beads" it brought when it landed on the island.

The thin crystal card contains the last treasure of its kind.

It can be used as an equivalent resource anywhere in Dream Island.

A chill instantly ran through my body, and reason screamed a warning to me.

This is the last bit of capital the tribe has, the last hope to buy life-saving resources, and it must not be invested in that illusory gamble.

But another voice was amplified by the frustration of losing all the chips.

Are we just going to slink back and wait to die like this?
What if... what if just this once, I can win back everything I lost before, or even more?

"I'm not greedy, I just want to win once... just once is enough."

Its eyes were bloodshot, and struggle and greed swirled around the white melon seed.

On one side are the expectant eyes of the clansmen and the tragic state of their ancestral land; on the other side is the deadly temptation of wealth created at the gambling table.

The light transaction receipt in his arms now felt so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

Every hesitation felt like it was tearing its soul apart.

Ultimately, the fear of the bleak reality outweighed the apprehension about the unknown risks.

It slowly reached its hand into the deepest crevice of its shell, trembling, and pulled out the transaction certificate that shimmered with coded light.

Like a drowning person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood.

Since there is no hope in the formal trading market, we will gamble the future of our people here.

Having clearly defined his thoughts, the vortex immediately headed to the gold coin pawnshop.

Trembling, he handed over the transaction document that carried the last hope of his entire clan.

The player employee behind the counter skillfully took it and scanned it on a small, gleaming device.

Immediately, the corresponding information popped up on the monitor on the counter.

After glancing at it, the player's gaze returned to the vortex tattoo:
"The resources stored inside are coral beads, of medium to low quality, a total of 2838 beads, with a total value of... How many casino chips do you want to exchange for?"

"All."

"Okay... A total of 1028 basic chips have been exchanged."

After calculating the value, the player then pushed out a bunch of chips that shimmered with different colors.

Five of them are red chips with a reddish halo around their edges (each chip represents 200), and the other twenty-eight are slightly smaller silver chips with a cold, silvery-white sheen.

Holding this pile of instantly materialized "wealth," the pressure on the vortex increased dramatically, as if it were holding the future of its people.

Despite the immense pressure, it still chose to slowly move back to the gambling table that it both loved and hated.

It glanced at the silver-haired figure sitting opposite it, took a deep breath, and began to place its bet.

In its first attempt, it returned to its initial cautiousness.

He picked up a single silver chip and, almost with a reverent gesture, gently placed it on the "small" chip.

The dice cup is opened; small.

A silver chip landed in his hand, and he let out a long sigh of relief, the tension in his heart easing slightly.

In the second round, it placed two silver chips, betting small again.

The dice cup is opened: Small.

Four silver chips in hand.

In the third round, it tried betting big, and the result was as it expected.

It won once again, and the pressure in its heart was released at this moment.

The lucky sea god seemed to smile at it once again.

With continuous betting, it quickly won back its peak chip count.

As their chips gradually increased, the initial caution and fear began to be eroded by the gradually resurgent greed and confidence.

The value of the chips it bets starts to increase.

No longer content with betting silver chips one by one, they even put red chips on the table.

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred... Each victory was like a shot of adrenaline, injecting into its nerves, which had become numb with despair.

Its betting actions became faster and more decisive, simple betting but with a ruthless edge.

Completely forgetting the original meaning of these chips, they were immersed in the pleasure of regaining what they had lost.

Amidst wins and losses, the pile of chips in front of the vortex continues to grow.

It even attracted the attention of many gamblers in the vicinity.

Some members of the alien race began to whisper among themselves, pointing and whispering about this alien creature whose luck was somewhat abnormal, their eyes filled with undisguised envy.

After all, chips are wealth that can be directly exchanged for resources.

The Vortex was also immersed in the feeling of being noticed and the thrill of increasing wealth, and its bets became increasingly daring.

However, good luck seems to have an end.

The situation suddenly changed; he bet on "small" three times in a row, but the dice cup revealed "big" one after another.

Although each bet was small, the feeling of loss stung the confidence it had just built up.

The anxiety in my heart resurfaced.

"Next game... I'll definitely win next game." It muttered to itself, its eyes even more bloodshot.

This time, it suddenly rolled out an amount equivalent to one-fifth of its total chips.

A considerable sum, intended to recoup the losses from previous consecutive failures.

It believes that the probability of losing four games in a row is very small, and this game should be a win.

The dice cup is opened, and I've lost again!
The vortex's body visibly swayed, and its gaze briefly lost focus.

Then a surge of anger rushed to its head, and without thinking, it shoved out the chips that had just doubled its bet.

The movements were carried with a hysterical ferocity.

The dice cup was opened again, but it still didn't yield the number it had bet on.

boom!
My mind goes blank.

The enormous losses and the blow of successive failures caused his reason to collapse instantly.

At that moment, boundless regret instantly filled its mind.

Why continue?
We already had enough leverage to buy war resources, so why didn't we take our profits and call it a day?

boom!
It suddenly raised its arm and slammed it hard on its head, making a dull thud.

My head was throbbing, but that was nothing compared to the regret I felt.

However, so much has already been invested... Giving up now would mean that all the previous efforts and risks would be in vain, and it would mean that it has truly lost the last hope of its kind.

An inability to let go of the psychological attachment completely consumed it.

It suddenly raised its head, its eyes filled with nothing but a frenzied red.

With an almost self-destructive resolve, he shoved all the remaining chips in front of him onto the gambling table like a small mountain, and growled hoarsely:
"Keep going, big!"

This is a final madness, either utter destruction or... a miraculous escape!

The dice cup was opened, and the vortex held its breath.

At this moment, time seemed to stretch on endlessly.

It both wishes for time to slow down and for it to speed up so that it can see the desired result.

When the crisp sound of the dice clinking stopped, the result was revealed.

You guessed right!
Instantly, an overwhelming joy, like surviving a catastrophe, swept away all its fear and regret like a tsunami.

It won.

Not only did they recover all their losses, but their chip stack became even larger than before.

It suddenly slumped down, its arms supporting it on the table, panting heavily.

His eyes were a mixture of lingering fear and uncontrollable elation.

It was pulled back from the brink of hell by a desperate gamble.

Overwhelmed with joy, it couldn't help but stand up and burst into laughter, instantly attracting the attention of many onlookers.

But what the vortex didn't know was that its fate was being observed by the hidden mastermind behind the scenes.

Or rather, this game had a predetermined trajectory the moment it stepped onto the gambling table.

Meanwhile, in the hidden control room of the Destiny Casino.

Minghou leaned back in his chair, monitoring the scene inside the casino woven from the energy derived from the rules of the game space.

A beam of light and shadow, suspended in front of him, clearly focused on the young man from the Snail Clan, whose emotions were fluctuating wildly.

And in his eyes, the zoomed-in private chat interface was still floating.

The above is intelligence information on various races provided by the Gold Coin Merchant Guild, which includes a detailed record of the war report between the Shell Clan and the Bitter Demon Clan, including the flow of resources, the progress of the war, and even the previous purchase records of Vortex.

The good fortune brought by the whorl pattern is no accident.

From the moment it steps onto the gambling table, its destiny is already being secretly guided.

Good fortune and bad fortune, these two life essence traits, are released alternately between the Vortex and the clansmen responsible for conducting the bets.

The rhythm of winning and losing, the pressure of desperate situations, and even the ecstasy of the final "amazing reversal" are all part of a carefully crafted script.

The goal is to stimulate the nerves of the vortex and mold it into a perfect example of success.

Choosing it was a decision made after careful consideration.

According to intelligence shared by the Gold Coin Merchants Guild, the race to which the Vortex belongs is experiencing a war for survival.

Prior to this, they had made several large-scale resource purchases at Dream Island.

However, as the war intensified, the Shell Clan's resources were about to be exhausted, and their battle lines were in complete collapse.

This matter is widely known in Dream Island and even in some parts of the Azure Star Sea.

Many trade teams from different races in the past witnessed the two races competing to purchase resources.

This perfectly matches the setting that Lifethroat wanted.

A race on the verge of extinction, driven to desperation, suddenly becomes rich overnight in a gambling city, reversing their fate.

This story can stir up even more greedy nerves.

In Fate's eyes, the Vortex and its kind were the perfect living advertisements for him to make a name for Fate Casino.

This initiative to offer up resources is aimed at generating more resource benefits in the future.

Perhaps, Vortex believes that what it has gained in this gamble is the future of its people.

But on the bigger "gambling table," it is a pawn used for propaganda in the throat of fate.

He attracted more and more alien races with different desires, who flocked to this sea of ​​desires under his control.

As his thoughts churned, Minghou slowly raised his head.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the dome of the casino, looking into the depths of nothingness.

The playfulness and calculation on his face gradually faded, replaced by an almost pious solemnity.

He gently raised his right hand, fingers together, fingertips pressed against his brow, paying the highest respect to the unseen being.

After the ceremony, he lowered his arms, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

Since becoming a player, the future is no longer uncertain.

It transformed into a vast, unobstructed path, illuminated by the supreme will of Emperor Zhao, leading directly to the glorious shore that the Destiny Clan would eventually reach.

All of this was due to the Emperor's favor.

"Praise the imperial omen."

　Here are 8200 words~ I made a mistake with the chapter number yesterday, I've corrected it today.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)