Deep in the Living

Chapter 645 The Strange Dealer
Roddy had always been puzzled that the circulating currency in the human world, even gold, a hard currency made from rare metals, was worthless when left in a corner.

It's hard to imagine how a casino that primarily deals in gold can be run.

When Roddy saw the scene before him, he finally realized that gold was just a form of expression, and the real stakes were the gamblers' own bodies.

However, Roddy remained uninterested; he wouldn't participate even under normal circumstances, let alone during this special time.

He has already started moving his neck muscles, preparing for the mass slaughter.

But since it was a two-person operation, he needed to ask his teammates for their opinions.

"Fran, what do you think?"

“I’ve been to this casino before.”

"Oh? You've been to places like this before."

Fran scratched his pumpkin head. "Isn't it normal to go to the casino? Of course, it was the old hand at the hotel who brought me here."

However, when I came last time, it wasn't this crazy. Gold was indeed a token, but people were exchanging it for goods, not their own bodies.

Furthermore, we haven't observed any external factors or any porous structures. We wouldn't recommend immediate action; it's better to observe first.

Moreover, the other party didn't seem to intend to make a move, otherwise we would have been attacked when we arrived at the restroom.

Finding the exit directly would be ideal... But where's the chef? I feel completely uneasy.

Fran started to panic again, and pulled out a glass of chilled pumpkin juice from somewhere and began to gulp it down.

"Then let's see how things go."

Roddy lifted the golden curtain at the end of the passage, revealing a magnificent casino hall where a large number of gamblers had gathered.

Their bodies have some structural defects, and you can see quite obvious scratching movements.

But there was an inexplicable sense of disharmony about the entire casino.

Although Roddy had never been to a casino before, he quickly noticed the unusual place:
"Strange, there isn't a single security guard."

The casino seemed to be in a state of neglect, yet no one was causing trouble; everyone was placing bets at their respective tables.

Fran, was it like this when you came before?

Pumpkin shook: "No, there used to be a group of security guards wearing gold masks."

The casino owner, Gold Gordon, has a deep-rooted relationship with the slave market, frequently purchasing special slaves at high prices and then modifying them using his unique gold-working techniques.

The entire casino can be described as his golden empire.

It was precisely because of the boss's presence and the cooperation of the Golden Mask security team that the casino was able to maintain order.

Now I haven't seen a single security guard, yet the casino is more stable than before—how strange.

That's fine, let's go check out the main entrance.

Is it really that simple?

The two swaggered toward the gate without any obstruction or any signs of approaching or any openings or structures.

The gate is right in front of us.

However, a handwritten notice was posted on the gold-plated door.

Those who enter have already surrendered themselves to the casino; to leave, they must participate in gambling and at least win gold equal to their own weight.
Looking at these words, Roddy had a bad feeling. He suddenly reached out and pulled open the golden door in front of him.

It was not locked.

but,

Behind the door, however, was not a city street, but a mirrored space, corresponding to the same casino interior, with no so-called exit.

Just like it says on the paper, to leave you you must win gold of equal weight.

but,

Roddy had no intention of complying with the other party's arrangements. He already knew the general situation of the casino and the skill level of these gamblers along the way.

As long as the combat suits can isolate the infection, killing them all is not difficult, and it can also be a good warm-up.

"Fran, get ready..."

Just as his killing intent arose,
A young man in an orange shirt and black vest, with slicked-back hair, appeared beside them at some point, a casino dealer's badge hanging from his chest.

The text above was still in Chinese characters, which Luo Di was most familiar with: "[Xiao Xun] "Yellow race, fellow countrymen of China? Since you're all here, why not take a gamble! Considering we're from the same hometown, I can give you a few tokens to experience it for free."

If you feel good about it, you can go to the counter and use your bodies as collateral to exchange for real chips.

"My fellow countryman, your hairstyle makes you look very intelligent, and Chinese people here have exceptionally good luck; you're bound to win big."

The voice just fell,

An invisible slash of consciousness had already cut into the croupier's face, and a cut could be seen in the middle of his nasal bone.

Before his body was perfectly slaughtered, it seemed as if he heard the sound of dice being rolled.

Even though he watched as the croupier's body was cut in half, Roddy himself felt that there was nothing wrong with the entire slaughtering process, just like cutting vegetables in the kitchen.

But in the next second,
The man approached unharmed, holding ten chips in his hand, about to hand them to Roddy.

Roddy was quickly trying to figure out what had just happened, and his body instinctively stepped back to avoid contact with the person.

Snapped!
But the chips were firmly held by another hand.

Fran readily accepted the free chip; a freshly carved smiley face appeared on the plump pumpkin.

"Thank you, we'll accept the chips! But I have a question. Where's Golden Gordon? Isn't this his territory?"

Xiao Xun explained with a smile: "Boss Gordon is unwell and is resting. I am currently managing this casino in his place."

If there are no further problems, I'll head out now. There seems to be some financial dispute over there that I need to deal with.

As Xiao Xun was about to leave, something suddenly sprouted from his palm. He and Fran had just implanted a pumpkin seed into it, and pumpkin vines began to grow wildly beneath his skin.

In less than a second, it spread throughout the body, and all organs began to be replaced by pumpkins. Most importantly, the brain also began to grow into a plump pumpkin.

Click (sound of dice)
Just one frame of the image is removed.

Xiao Xun returned to his normal appearance, and all the pumpkin structures on his body disappeared.

Neither the killing nor the internal invasion worked, and the dealer didn't care at all, showing no anger, and went to deal with the matter without looking back.

"Fran, have you seen this guy before when you came to the casino?"

The pumpkin shook. "My memory isn't too bad, but I have absolutely no recollection of this person. His ability is so strange; it seems he can reset his body back to a normal state, and my pumpkin just vanished."

"It is indeed very strange... but if we can kill it dozens or hundreds more times, we should be able to find out the problem. The first monster I killed had a similar ability; it was a photographer who could reset itself to the complete state at the time the photo was taken by taking a picture."

This person's abilities should be similar; as long as I kill them a few more times, I can find a way to break the deadlock.

His ability should correspond to [dice], as a faint dice sound could be heard twice just now.

The pumpkin continued to shake. "It's not that simple. At least the roots I just planted felt very strange. This person is different from ordinary monsters."

I even suspect he's already killed Golden Gordon, and the entire casino is now under his control.

No guards are needed; it can be operated by one person.

Reckless killing might work, or it might backfire. Or perhaps from the moment we made contact with him, an invisible gamble has already been laid out beneath our feet. Roddy, do you want to trust me this once?

"what?"

"When I was brought here to gamble by those old hands from the hotel, they all lost everything, but I was the only one who won. Maybe I can win enough gold to get the two of us out of here."

Anyway, we have tokens, so even if we lose, we won't lose our bodies.

What if things go wrong during the gambling session, then we can choose to kill? Personally, I really don't like indiscriminate killing, especially with the chef not around; I have absolutely no confidence.

"I get the feeling you're getting a little addicted? Then let's just play with tokens, and if you lose it all, you'll have to listen to me."

Fran made an OK sign.
He then took out a delicate little knife from his pocket and began carving on the pumpkin head, creating the expression unique to Halloween.

I don't know what it means.

Fran, who usually exudes sweetness and kindness, completely changed her demeanor at this moment.

Not only that,

Rotten, blackened vines grew from the back of his head, weaving a distinctive black trench coat, transforming his overall attire from casual to formal.

"Ta-da! Evil Fran makes his official entrance."

"I don't know if you've seen the movie 'God of Gamblers,' Roddy. Back then, Chen Daozai could win 37 million with 20 dollars. For me, Fran, winning 5 million with 100 tokens is absolutely no problem."

(End of this chapter)