Knight Asylum

One after another, time passed slowly, and finally it was the turn of the man sitting upright in military uniform.

The man raised his head slightly, and everyone's figures were reflected in his eyes.

"What am I...doing?"

A spark flashed across the man's eyes.

“All in——”

Gamego raised his hands, stretched out his ring-wearing fingers, grasped all the chips and pushed them forward.

The man sitting opposite Gamego's cheeks trembled slightly. Now he still had a chance to retreat.

"You are worthy of being a casino legend, but don't think I will be scared off. Your luck has ended here because your opponent is me! Daniel J. Darby! All in!"

Darby wiped the sweat off his forehead, stood up, and without even looking at the cards, he pushed all his chips out.

Even a beginner would not go All in without looking at the Texas Hold'em card. But the person sitting opposite him was a legend who went All in for nine years without ever looking at the cards. If he had looked at the cards at this time, he would have lost a chip.

Don't be afraid to play! Don't be afraid to play!

"Open the cards!" Darby roared with bloodshot eyes.

"Hmph - open your cards," Gamego opened his hands and smiled confidently.

The dealer who had been waiting nearby smiled and leaned over to turn over Gamego's cards.

A pair of three of clubs, as well as a five of hearts, a nine of diamonds, and a jack of spades

"A pair," the dealer whispered.

"We won!!!" Darby raised his head and opened his hands and cheered.

If Gamego had a straight, he might panic, but it was just a pair, and a pair of three at that, so as long as he didn't have a scatter, he would win.

The excited Darby was completely oblivious to the sympathetic looks from the other gamblers around him.

Darby couldn't even wait for the dealer to open the cards before he turned them over.

"See? Mine is... mine is... scattered cards?"

In an instant, Dabi's hair turned white, and he held up the cards in his hand with trembling hands.

"J of clubs, seven of diamonds, king of hearts, five of hearts, nine of spades?! How is that possible!"

If you look at his hole cards, no matter how hard you try, he will never go All in, and Gamego only has a pair, so he only needs to change the cards once to win.

The huge gap of disappointment and regret instantly broke through Dabi's defense. Dabi's eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground twitching.

The dealer seemed to be accustomed to such developments. He clapped his hands and two groups of people came. One group dragged Darby away, and the other group took away all the chips, leaving behind the five chips with the highest value.

The dealer looked around again, bowed, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gamego, it seems that there are only five people who can challenge you today."

The dealer paused and lowered his voice.

"Some gamblers made a mistake in hoarding money to gamble against you, and were arrested by Servier Turia."

"Really? What a pity! Looks like this is all we can do today," Gamego threw up the five chips with the highest value and clenched them in his palm.

"Don't worry, there will be someone else to challenge you tomorrow," the dealer straightened up and grinned, "The thing this world is most lacking is people who want to bring the legend to an end with their own hands."

“It’s really exciting.”

Gamego stood up, waved his hand, and left gracefully.

Looking at Gamego's tall back, the gamblers present breathed a sigh of relief and began to place their bets carefully. From time to time, they would look up at the door, fearing that Gamego would suddenly come back and intrude on their gambling game.

After leaving the Casino Royale, Gamego walked slowly along the busy street, a cigarette in his mouth.

"Is the preparation going well?"

Gamego paused and turned his head to see Baluba leaning against the wall with her arms folded over her chest, looking up at the sky.

"It went smoothly as usual," Gamego retracted his gaze and took out a cigar box and a matchbox from his pocket.

“Pah—”

Gamego shook the extinguished match, threw it into the trash can beside him, and blew out a smoke ring.

"What's wrong? Why did you come to my house so suddenly?"

"I just want to see you suddenly, is that not okay?" Baluba tilted her head. Probably no man could refuse her expression and somewhat pitiful voice at this moment.

"What are you planning?" Gamego frowned. "We have already acquiesced to your La Group's modification of Kikiru, and have tolerated those weaklings having our name. Isn't that enough?"

"You know what we want," Baluba returned to her previous cold voice, her indifferent expression was like a thorn, and everyone dared to watch from afar and not approach.

Gamego pinched his cigar and exhaled, "Is that all you want to say? If there's nothing else, I'll leave."

"Just now, I wasn't joking. I just came to see you."

Gamego glanced at Baluba slightly. At this moment, Baluba was looking at him with extremely complicated and slightly sad eyes, as if a friend whom she had known for a long time was about to die.

"Can Gurongi also show such a look?"

“Time can change a lot of things.”

"Do you think I will die in this semi-ultimate game?" Gamego asked in surprise.

"I hope you can die in this semi-ultimate game."

A slightly chilly wind blew between Gamego and Baluba. Gamego slowly turned to face Baluba and raised the cigar in his hand.

"You know, this is impossible, or...are you guys, the La Group, planning to quit?"

“It’s Kuuga.”

Gamego's eyes narrowed, his pupils contracted, and the fingers holding the cigar tightened slightly. The cigar shattered on the spot and was blown away by the wind with sparks. The corners of his mouth slowly opened.

"This is really... good news."

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Servi-Turria Institute.

"Pressure level five," Seryuu pushed the plunger at hand.

The blue electric arcs mercilessly bombarded the white Kuuga's body along the pipes. For a moment, both the heart rate and blood pressure began to soar, and almost in the blink of an eye, they broke through the highest values ​​of normal humans. Faint black smoke even came out of the white Kuuga's body.

Qiao turned his face away, unable to bear to look at the scene in front of him.

From the beginning of the test until now, Red has never cried out in pain, but just endured the agony and growled.

"That's enough! This is too dangerous!"

"He hasn't reached his limit yet. No - if this is his limit, then he must break through it," Seryuu said with a deep look. "According to our analysis, his last rampage was most likely caused by a high-voltage electric shock. Whether it was the electric current that stimulated that power or the electric shock that caused his mental rampage that led to that power..."

Seleu paused, stepped aside, raised his hand and tapped the screen, which showed his heart rate and blood pressure slowly returning to normal.

"There is no better way than to stimulate him directly with electric current. If he can control a little bit of that power during this process, there is no need to calculate the premise that he will die once."

The countdown stopped, and Red staggered and almost fell to the ground. There was still residual electricity pulsating between the golden horns on his head.

“I’m used to it…”

Reid clenched his fists, then slowly loosened them and straightened his body. The light from the central spirit stone of Aguru on his waist was extremely dazzling.

Chapter 44: Mutation

Pressure Level 7

Pressure Level Nine

【Pressure Level 13】

As the stress level continued to rise, Red gradually became unable to suppress his voice.

Seleu's gaze swung back and forth between the push rod and the screen. As a researcher, she had seen that Red was approaching a limit that he could not break through any further. But now she was the only one who could see it. As long as she pretended to be surprised and increased the pressure level further, she might be able to turn Red into the black Kuuga like she did in the subway station before.

The electric current now has long exceeded the shock Red received at that time. The reason why he did not go out of control is probably because the intensity was increased little by little, which means...

Maybe Reid is now able to control that power, but there is still a mental constraint that resists it. As long as she pushes the putter up a little bit more...

Seleu raised his hand and pressed it on the putter, paused for a moment, and then pulled it back with force.

The pipes that were flashing dazzling electric arcs lost their light one after another, accompanied by gushing black mist. The pipes detached from Red's body and retracted. Red's legs went soft and he fell to his knees with a thud, supporting himself with his hands and gasping for breath.

"Red!"

Qiao immediately opened the isolation door and rushed into the test site, grabbed Red's arm and helped Red up.

"I thought you were going to raise the stress level further," Ming Hai, who was standing behind Seryu, raised his hand and pressed his hat.

"I still understand the principle of slow and steady progress. Those who can endure their curiosity are researchers, and those who can't are lunatics. Right now, I... still prefer to be a researcher," Seryuu said with his hands behind his head, "Of course - the lunatic side tells me that I have to endure it for now, because Red will show more changes that drive me crazy in the future."

"In short, let's determine the thirteen stress levels first. As long as Red's spirit does not exceed level thirteen, there will be no problem of rampage. Of course, according to my estimation, the situation will become irreversible only when it reaches level seventeen."

"Dangerous woman."

Ming Hai commented and turned to look at Red who staggered out with Qiao's support. After a moment of silence, he said softly, "I'm sorry, this should have been done by me."

Red pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty and gave a thumbs up.

"I see... Have a good rest today, I'll leave tomorrow to you."

Red nodded, and with Qiao's help, he returned to the dormitory. After a simple shower, Red stood in front of the mirror with his upper body naked. If it were any other time, he would probably be a little conceited and pose in front of the mirror to admire his streamlined muscles, but the premise was that it was his own body.

Reid raised his hands and clenched his fists, opening and closing his fingers very steadily.

His physical condition was getting better and better, which also meant that Aguru's erosion of his body had deepened.

"Three months...?"

Red let out a long breath, patted his face hard, put on his clothes, pushed the door open, and yawned, "Qiao, is there anything I can eat? I'm a little hungry."

"It's just instant noodles, but you can add a sausage. I'm hungry too."

Qiao, who was watching TV, got up, opened the drawer and took out two boxes of instant noodles and sausages, while Red picked up the thermos.

The boiling water rushed down and swallowed the seasoning packet, and then I waited in silence.

"Um...do you have anything you want to say?"

"Ah? I'm watching TV."

Red stood up and walked to the screen and switched to the normal channel.

"..."

"Death is not a good thing," Qiao pursed her lips and raised her hand to grab her hair hard.

"It's okay. I won't die."

"It's not a question of whether you will die or not, but you are alive and well but you have to die! That is not a happy experience!" Qiao stood up suddenly and slammed his hand on the table. "Besides! What if the fact that you will not die is a lie! Then what should we do! After all, all this is just their assumption!"

"If it were anyone else, they wouldn't even have a chance to assume anything," Red opened the lid and blew on the rolled-up instant noodles. "If I had gone... maybe no one would have died. That would have been good."

Qiao took a deep breath and stared into Red's eyes, "I'm not going to collect your body. You walk back here by yourself."

"Huh? Okay - I'll try my best," Reid tilted his head helplessly.

"Humph--"

Qiao snorted and rolled up the instant noodles that were still smoking and put them into his mouth.

“So hot!!!”

In the dead of night, deep red beams of light fell and swept between the buildings. Wherever they passed, all the street lights switched to dazzling red lights. The bustling city was divided into large and small areas under the cutting of the red light. All channels in the area were switched to Servier Turia's evacuation order, and transport helicopters towed huge construction facilities towards the red area.

The next day.

Red was woken up by Qiao early in the morning and dragged to the research institute. In front of him was an astonishing number of various nutritious meals, and Seleuco, wearing an apron, was pouring suspicious medicines into a large pot that was still bubbling.

"Hey - good morning, Reid. I heard that people will have a strong urge to reproduce when facing death, but it seems that you didn't overindulge last night. Hmm - it seems that you are very confident." Seleu put his left hand on his waist and shook his right wrist to pour all the pills into the pot.

"How am I going to overindulge myself!" Red complained loudly. "Wait a minute, am I going to eat all of this?"

"Oh, come to think of it, I haven't cooked for almost five years. I didn't expect my cooking skills to have not deteriorated at all. I am worthy of this." Selyu unscrewed another bottle of medicine and poured it all in. As he poured, Selyu explained, "These are the essences extracted from very expensive supplements."

Red tilted his head, and when he saw a pile of empty bottles at Seryu's feet, his eyes twitched fiercely, "Excuse me, why didn't you cook five years ago?"

"..."

Seleu kept holding the spoon for a long time and then spread his hands.

"Well--Red, you have Yaguru on you, don't worry."

"Hey! This is so scary!"