Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Lin Ke didn't care how gambling addict Lin Duoliang was squandering the legacy left by a ghost-tamer from the Republic of China era; he simply changed houses.

He stared at the words "The gambler will no longer gamble" on the white ticket in his hand, and a thunderbolt flashed through his mind.

Yes, gamblers don't kill people directly; their method of killing is to take everything from their bettors by determining the outcome of the bet.

Using its own supernatural power to suppress its own killing patterns is like asking a strongman to lift his own body without external assistance.

Whether the gambler can achieve it or not, there is only one outcome—

System crash!

Grandpa Lin Qingyuan used this method to put the gambler into a daze, thereby destroying the treacherous gambling den.

Unfortunately, the ghost that crashed still has the potential to revive.

So, before his death, Mr. Lin Qingyuan risked everything to leave behind two sure-win bets for those who came after him.

He succeeded, and he failed.

Finally, there's this mysterious man surnamed Qin. He must have played two rounds with the gambler, winning one and losing the other.

He gained Link's current body and sense of existence, and also caused the gambler to lose his sense of existence in the world.

Old Qin wanted to completely shut down the gambling ghost, but due to bad luck, he lost a vengeful ghost, which only increased the gambling ghost's terror.

"Qin? If he really is that living fossil of the Republic of China, possessing the supernatural ability to communicate with the future, how could he possibly lose? Unless the gambler is dishonest."

Link was startled, realizing that the gambler's bet, "the power of the gambler," might not refer to the gambler himself, but rather...

That vengeful ghost that Old Qin lost!

"Link, hurry up! I feel like there are a lot of people staring at me, coveting my pure young body."

Zhang Wei broke out in a cold sweat, hugging his shoulders and shivering from the cold.

In Link's view, there were many gamblers with fanatical eyes around the gambling table, including Lin Duoliang.

Link hurried to the octagonal table, his face grim, and said, "I demand that you exchange your betting stake, [The Gambler's Power], for [The Gambler Will Never Gamble Again]."

The gambler shook his head and refused.

Link couldn't help but frown. It seemed that gamblers would prioritize preserving "high-quality chips" when they had extra chips.

Thinking of the money that Old Master Lin Qingyuan had won in the betting, he had a flash of inspiration and changed his mind, saying, "Then let's change [The Power of the Gambler] to [The Gambler Doesn't Be the Banker]."

The gambler paused for a moment, then withdrew the "Gambler's Power" and replaced it with a "Gambler Doesn't Act as the Dealer" card.

Then, the gambler threw the "Return Everything to Link" card back at Link and took out another red ticket.

Three days later, everything will be returned to Link.

"Can we start now? Someone's already breathing on the back of my neck. I hate men the most."

Zhang Wei's face was pale, and a layer of white frost had formed on the ends of his hair.

Link stood beside Zhang Wei, summoning the apprentice ghost's supernatural power to drive away the gambling ghosts, and nodded, saying, "We can begin now, Wei, first get the dealer's rights."

Zhang Wei nodded seriously: "Don't worry, I, Awei, am smarter than a ghost. I'll have him shine my shoes later."

"Tap, tap"

The gambler tapped the gambling table twice, and two dice cups appeared beside him and Zhang Wei. An old wooden plaque with the word "Banker" printed on it appeared in front of him.

On the octagonal table, two lines of twisted characters, stained crimson with blood, appeared:

Roll the dice and compare the numbers; the one with the higher number wins.

If the points are the same, the banker wins.

As expected, the rules favor the bookmaker.

It seems fair, but the bookmaker still has the right to win in the event of a tie with the same points.

Zhang Wei scoffed, "Only two dice? That's so stingy. If ghosts from out of town saw this, they'd think the ghosts from Dachang City can't afford to play."

The gambler ignored the trash talk and picked up the dice cup, starting to shake it mechanically like a machine.

At the same time, a 30-second countdown appeared on the gambling table.

Zhang Wei scratched his hair, stood up, put one foot on the chair, picked up the dice cup with one hand, and shook it rapidly, even doing a few fancy moves in the middle.

Thirty seconds later, Zhang Wei's hand was empty; the dice cup had automatically appeared on the gambling table.

The gambler raised his hand, and Zhang Wei opened his dice cup first.

One is 1 o'clock, and the other is 2 o'clock, which is 3 o'clock.

Link felt as if a huge hole had appeared in his heart, and a buzzing sound filled his ears.

Although he still believed in Zhang Wei's incredible luck, he felt that his own future was hopeless.

Cold sweat trickled down Zhang Wei's temples. He swallowed hard, his face flushed red. "Um... Link, believe me, believe me! I really didn't perform well. Give me two more seconds, and I could roll two sixes."

Across the gambling table, the gambler opened his dice cup expressionlessly.

Two 2s, just one point short.

Lin Ke breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Wei had won the first round, so it seemed the game was over.

"Hahaha... So you're just a nobody! That's all? I'll crush you, you little punk!"

Zhang Wei threw his head back and laughed wildly, grabbing the red ticket that read "The Gambler Doesn't Be the Dealer":

"Give it to me!"

As the red ticket faded, a strange sensation flowed from Zhang Wei's palm into his body, eventually turning the red ticket into a blank sheet of paper.

"Link, this thing won't hurt me, will it?"

Zhang Wei looked at the small red dot on the back of his hand that resembled the number "1" on a die, and felt a little flustered.

"It's nothing, this is recognition of your status as the number one gambling master in Dachang City."

Link secretly guessed that this was another trick used by the gambler; the "gambler not acting as the house" tactic might only apply to the gamblers in the current game.

To Link's surprise, the person representing the dealer did not come to Zhang Wei's side.

"This gambler is exploiting a loophole; both sides are currently players, so the odds of winning haven't increased much."

Zhang Wei, brimming with confidence, waved his hand and declared, "No problem, just watch me dominate, no explanation needed!"

The second round begins.

With a swift, almost blurry motion, Zhang Wei put down the dice cup and opened it himself.

One is 4 points, and the other is 5 points, for a total of 9 points, which is not a small number.

The gambler rigidly waited until the 30-second countdown before opening the dice cup.

"3 o'clock and 5 o'clock? Still a little short? Good heavens, you little thing, you can't do it either!"

Zhang Wei grabbed the deed to the "Ghost Gambling House," placed it on his chips, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Land deeds are good things. Link, if you're short of money, I'll just buy them at a high price. I'll have my dad take some people to develop them sometime. We won't open casinos anymore; those things are harmful. Let's open an internet cafe, split it in half, and invite our high school classmates over for get-togethers whenever we have time, so we can all have some fun."

Link shook his head and chuckled. Who said Zhang Wei was stupid? He's quite clever, isn't he? He knows there are ghosts in the world, and he's already starting to curry favor with the ghost tamer.

"If I'm not mistaken, the address of this land deed is not in the real world, but in a haunted place, where only ghosts would visit the shop, and no one would go there."

"Cough cough cough... Never mind then, ghosts aren't very smart, I don't like playing with them."

Zhang Wei looked around cautiously, keeping his distance from the haunted place.

He stood up and looked at Link:

"That kid is such a loser, Link, let's go."

"They probably can't leave now. How could a gambler leave the table before he's lost everything?"