Versatile Mage: Lord of Space

When Lin Lan returned to the National Team, she found that the Japanese team had already been defeated.

The National Team members were naturally overjoyed. As a powerful nation on the international stage, the Japanese team was a force to be reckoned with, but they never expected to be defeated so easily!
It's not that the Japanese team has become weaker, but rather that the Chinese national team is just too strong this year!
Lin Lan noticed that there was another member of the royal family, Prince Banbo, who kept circling around the pretty girls in the group, especially Mu Ningxue.

This guy has been coming to the Chinese national team's rest area for several days in a row. Taking advantage of his special status, he has repeatedly barged into the Chinese team's rest area.

Then Mo Fan threw him into the water.

Prince Banbo is quite wealthy, and as Spain's representative, Lin Lan is ready to make a fortune.

This guy is really annoying. He's practically become Mu Ningxue's simp. It's said that he developed feelings for Mu Ningxue after seeing her play against the Japanese team.

Several times, Mu Ningxue almost couldn't contain herself, imagining how annoying it was to throw him into the water as decisively as Mo Fan had done.

“Prince Banbo, please return to your own territory. There is no point in provoking us here,” Jiang Shaoxu said coldly.

“I am not a contestant, and besides, I have obtained the consent of your chief mage,” Prince Banbo replied solemnly.

"My teacher was just being polite and didn't explicitly refuse you, yet you brazenly barged in? You represent Spain, and today is our match against you. Did you come here to spy on our lineup?" Jiang Yu retorted without any politeness.

Although China no longer has a royal system, in terms of social status, these people are not necessarily lower than this Spanish prince. Therefore, apart from people like Mu Tingying who would treat Banbo with utmost respect, others simply couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention.

To be honest, listening to Banbo's endless rambling, Jiang Yu felt more and more that Mo Fan was absolutely right to throw him into the water back then!
"What do you mean by that? Do we in Spain need to spy on your lineup and tactics? Don't forget, we came in 13th place in the last World University Tournament, while you were eliminated long ago!" Banbo retorted sharply, not to be outdone.

"Don't even mention the last one! If you had run into the American team back then, wouldn't you have been sent packing and home too?" Jiang Yu retorted, somewhat agitated and furious.

"Jiang Yu, what's going on? Have you forgotten all the manners I taught you? How can you be so insolent?" the chief mage of the palace, Pang Lai, reprimanded sternly.

Jiang Yu immediately restrained his imposing manner and dared not be disrespectful in front of his teacher.

Seeing Pang Lai reprimand Jiang Yu, Prince Banbo immediately revealed a smug look, as if he were gloating.

This prince, born into the Spanish royal family, seems to have been pampered since childhood. He wears his heart on his sleeve and never bothers to hide his emotions, as if he were born superior and didn't need to cater to anyone.

“Prince Banbo, the competition is about to begin, you should go back.” Chief Mage Panglai reminded him again, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable authority.

"It's started? Hey you, the betting has already opened outside, right? Bet two hundred million on us to win." Mo Fan casually called out to Zhao Manyan.

"Two hundred million? You have that much... Oh! I get it, that's ruthless! If you lose, two hundred million will be gone, but for your guts, fine, I'll go bet for you right now!" Zhao Manyan immediately understood and responded loudly.

"I'm betting five hundred million, Prince Banbo. I've heard your royal family controls the vast majority of maritime trade from the Mediterranean to the Atlantic, and you're incredibly wealthy. How about we add some extra prizes for your team to liven things up?" Mo Fan was just trying to swindle people, while Lin Lan was genuinely betting.

"Two hundred million? Five hundred million? That... is a bit exaggerated. How about this, I'll bet one hundred million. I'm not exactly flush with cash lately, cough cough!" Prince Banbo's lips twitched, and a hint of pain was clearly visible on his face.

One hundred million is no small sum; even high-level mages wouldn't dare to casually gamble one hundred million.

But if he backs down, wouldn't that make him inferior?

Banbo didn't know much about Mo Fan's background, let alone where Lin Lan came from, but he knew Zhao Manyan, the Zhao family of China, whose wealth was in no way inferior to that of the Spanish royal family.

While losing 100 million is painful, it's not entirely irrecoverable. There are legitimate international betting systems for university entrance exams that calculate real-time odds based on the total amount wagered by both sides.

He recalled that the current odds were approximately 3:1. If Spain won, the amount bet on Spain would proportionally share the funds bet on China, meaning that 100 million could earn back more than 30 million.

But if China wins... then those who bet on China will get triple their payout!
They got 600 million from 200 million.

Five hundred million got fifteen hundred million!
This mechanism is similar to sports betting. The competition between world-class universities is itself a huge money flow field. There are mature betting systems internationally, where odds fluctuate in real time according to the amount bet, which is very fair.

Therefore, if an upset occurs, those who bet on the dark horse can make a fortune, while those who follow the trend and bet on the popular ones may lose everything. "Hehe, this time we'll definitely make this group lose everything!" Mo Fan chuckled at Lin Lan.

Mo Fan didn't have a single penny. The eight hundred million he had scraped together to buy the Soul Seeds had long been embezzled by that cunning woman, Asha Ruya.

He had just shouted it out on purpose for Ban Bo to hear, and Zhao Manyan was quick-witted enough to immediately cooperate and put on this act, trying to trick Ban Bo.

Unfortunately, although Banbo was arrogant and conceited, he wasn't too stupid and didn't actually bet 200 million.

They'll swindle as much as they can, even if it means 100 million!

"Fine, one hundred million it is. Looks like your confidence in the Spanish team is just talk." Mo Fan shrugged. "You've done provoking them, why don't you go back to your own side? I'm an eyesore standing here."

Prince Banbo's face was ashen. To be honest, betting 100 million in one go was a huge pressure for him; the royal family's money didn't come easily.

Lin Lan simply went to place her bet silently, five hundred million, not a penny less.

Although Lin Lan isn't participating, she knows the plot and still has that much courage.

After inquiring about the betting process of Zhao Manyan, a member of the Zhao family, he decisively placed a bet of 500 million on China.

……

"Aren't you going too far? Money doesn't grow on trees, how can you use it to spite someone?" Mentor Songhe couldn't help but whisper a reminder.

"Mentor, I was just kidding him. Where would I get that much money?" Mo Fan chuckled.

"Oh? But I just saw Zhao Manyan really heading towards the betting center?" Song He was taken aback.

Mo Fan's expression froze, and he turned his head sharply. Where was Zhao Manyan?!
Damn it! ! !

Something terrible has happened!!!

"Please take your positions, players."

Just then, the referee's voice rang out, signaling that the match was about to begin.

Mo Fan was about to rush out to stop the person when mentor Feng Li grabbed him and pulled him onto the stage.

"Jiang Yu!! Go stop that idiot!! I'm broke!!" Mo Fan almost cried out.

"Damn it! Why didn't you say so earlier?! I thought you were really crazy and wanted to bet two hundred million!"

"Stop talking nonsense and get going!"

"It seems...too late." Jiang Yu looked up at the big screen. "The odds just jumped a few points."

Mo Fan followed his gaze to the huge odds display screen in the stadium, and sure enough, the number in the support amount column for the Chinese team jumped up sharply.

With that slight jump, Mo Fan felt like his heart was about to explode.

Pig!
Zhao Manyan is such an idiot!! Why didn't Lin Lan just invest so many hundred million herself?!

(End of this chapter)