Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

"Brother, if you have any other questions, please ask them now. This dream within a dream is about to end. I'll answer one question for you for free." Lu Mingze looked at Lu Mingfei nonchalantly, as if all the gloom in his heart had dissipated.

Holding his bride, now a skeleton, Lu Mingfei immediately focused on the most pressing question: "Were you very familiar with that black dragon?"

"Who?"

"That Nidhogg guy."

Lu Mingze said in a low voice, "We're very close. I'm the person in this world who wants Him to die the most. He made an unforgivable mistake and should atone for it... My most important family member died because of Him."

"Nidhogg is indeed a perfect being... but in my heart, he can't compare to you, my brother. My brother is more perfect than him." The devil delivered a very skillful flattery, almost making Lu Mingfei forget everything.

"You're exaggerating my abilities to an unbelievable degree. You're just making up your own assumptions about how invincible I am." Lu Mingfei completely disbelieved it. "Is there even such a person as me in the history of the Dragon Clan?"

"Of course there is." Lu Mingze reverted to his usual carefree and mischievous self.

The two sat on a huge rock in the middle of the river. The red-haired bride's bones turned to ashes and dissipated, leaving the ancient city behind. Her soul was liberated in some way, and a gray wind blew through the valley.

Lu Mingfei's view was somewhat complicated. "She should be considered to have ascended to heaven, right?"

"It's definitely better than being a sacrifice." Lu Mingze shrugged.

"You must need something from me, brother," he said listlessly, fiddling with the lotus flowers in the water. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have stayed with me watching that play for so long, especially the kind you dislike the most."

Now Lu Mingfei felt a little embarrassed, his eyes darting around, lacking any of the monarchical aura he had just displayed.

He coughed twice: "My purpose is... to borrow some money, brother. The money that Erii and I used to go out and have fun was earned by Caesar Chu Zihang and the others."

"You've been going through all this trouble just to borrow money from me?" Lu Mingze's lips twitched.

"If you were truly generous, you wouldn't be willing to let your brother and his friends perform in Takamagahara, would you?" Lu Mingfei tried to appeal to his emotions.

After a moment of silence, Lu Mingze disdainfully distanced himself. "It's more than just being willing; I wish I could send you more clients, clients of the caliber of sumo wrestler Enwa Tubus."

Lu Mingfei pressed down on his shoulder, unwilling to give up: "Just consider it an early investment. When I become the principal of Kassel College, I'll make you the vice principal on the very day. Then, the two of us brothers can form a clique, undermine the board of directors, and live a life of curry beef rice every day. Wouldn't that be a wonderful story? Didn't you mention before that the leader of the Secret Party is some kind of avenger old man? Is it that Angers? Let him retire after he's served as a shield, and we'll sit on the throne."

So the poor Lu Mingfei pointed to the stream in the valley and swore that he would share wealth and honor with the rich Lu Mingze in this life.

"You're still holding a grudge about being watched, brother. I can feel the anger in your heart." Lu Mingze scratched his head. "But you haven't even started school yet, and the way you're trying to persuade me looks more like a devil than I do."

"Even if I'm just making empty promises, they're still nutritious ones," Lu Mingfei said, his defense lacking conviction.

"How could I have such a shameless brother like you?" Lu Mingze held up five fingers. "Just 500 million, that's all."

"Zimbawi?" Lu Mingfei, who hadn't heard from his workplace, wanted to confirm.

"I'll exchange the dollars for you. Go and redeem your friends." Lu Mingze closed his eyes, enjoying the astonished look of his poor brother at the rich man.

Using the loan as a way to completely change the subject, it was as if nothing had happened between the two of them.

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Lu Mingfei felt as if he were strolling on a sun-drenched beach, with seawater flowing over his calves, surrounded by the fragrance of lavender and seaweed. Next to him, a golden SpongeBob was making crab casserole, the crab cakes sizzling and releasing oil, the aroma quickly overpowering the scent of lavender.

Just as Lu Mingfei was wondering if he was Patrick Star, SpongeBob, who had finished cooking a dish, stretched and said, "Nice muscles, when did you start training?"

Lu Mingfei suddenly woke up and realized something was wrong. SpongeBob and the Krusty Krab were underwater, not on the beach, so he could conclude that he had not traveled into Patrick Star or the Krabs.

"You're awake, why aren't you saying anything?" SpongeBob, dressed in a leopard-print outfit, helped him up from the seawater. "You're safe now! Have some wine to calm your nerves! Same recovery method as last time."

This confirms it even more: this blond alcoholic can't possibly be SpongeBob SquarePants.

Immediately, iced vodka was churned down his throat, and Lu Mingfei coughed and jumped up: "Kaiser...Kaiser? I...where am I now?"

Strictly speaking, this was the first time he had seen Caesar's work makeup, and he was not so much amazed as to be completely stunned.

The last shred of hope in my heart was completely extinguished.

To be honest, Lu Mingfei rarely used the word "flashy" to describe a man. Caesar was now wearing a bright purple fitted suit, blue-purple eyeliner, and his leopard-print shirt was unbuttoned at the top three buttons, revealing his chest muscles. He was also wearing a silver necklace, a silver skull pendant, rhinestone earrings, and a rhinestone ring.

Seeing the proud young nobleman dressed like this, Lu Mingfei felt quite uncomfortable. The thought that he was spending the money the man had paid for his indenture made him feel even more guilty towards his two friends.

He had wondered what the inside of a host club would be like, but he hadn't expected to have to pay so much.

"Takamagahara, welcome back to the battlefield of men, Sakura-kun." Caesar, with his long blonde hair and flamboyant attire, clapped his hands incessantly with a serious expression.

After clapping, he sighed, feeling a little sorry for Lu Mingfei.

"Actually, we were going to take you back to the hotel, but the old gentleman who was going the same way as you stopped us. Even if Chu Zihang and I pushed him together, we couldn't overpower him... Go find that gangster princess at the hotel after you regain consciousness."

"You're in my room now. I just put you in the tub for a bath and you woke up." To avoid any misunderstanding, Caesar added a sentence, trying to subtly convey that "your virginity is still intact."

"What old man?" Lu Mingfei was a little confused. Weren't he and Erii racing on the highway before? When did they have someone else traveling with them?

Caesar gave Lu Mingfei a meaningful look, patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder heavily, and then hissed as he covered his hand.

"Why are your shoulder bones so stiff? Did you have to have your bones fixed during plastic surgery?" Caesar shook his wrist and continued cooking. He had recently learned to cook two Japanese dishes.

"My work hours are over. Chu Zihang has two hours left in the lobby. Oh, right... Mr. Uesugi, who came with you two, is also here. After talking to him, we know who he is, and he knows who we are too," Caesar reminded Lu Mingfei sympathetically.

"At first, he thought you were quite kind, but after he learned about the underworld princess's surname and your identity, well... you'll have to face it eventually."

Lu Mingfei got up with a blank look and put on the colorful kimono next to him. He really didn't know any Mr. Uesugi. It was not surprising that Erii could bring him back. Erii knew that the three of them worked here.

He wandered down the long corridor, looking around somewhat lost, trying to spot Chu Zihang. By sheer chance, he stumbled upon the loudest dance floor in the host club, having no idea where the main hall was. Colorful fluorescent lights shone haphazardly, and countless men and women swayed on the dance floor, while waiters, carrying champagne, struggled to navigate among them. Outside the dance floor were circular sofas and booths, filled with elegantly dressed women who had come to patronize the club.

It was truly a scene of debauchery and extravagance... Lu Mingfei couldn't help but sigh, thinking that he must redeem his two good brothers today. If there was nowhere else to hide, he would spend money to get them transferred to a back-end job instead of doing this kind of service industry. If all else failed, he would just go and challenge the Snake Clan all by himself today.

Even if there are no memories preserved in reality, one should not endure such suffering.

Several banners were strung in the center of the dance floor. With the help of the little devil, Lu Mingfei, who could read Japanese, easily figured out what was happening. It was probably welcoming some new male host.

"The Sixth Demon King!"

"Oda! Oda!"

"The strongest 'newcomer'!"

The men and women around him were cheering and celebrating. Lu Mingfei glanced at the center of the stage again and met the eyes of the new host dressed as a Sengoku general in a double-piece breastplate of Iyo-za.

The new male escort's age seems a bit off.

Isn't this Master Yue, the ramen chef?... Lu Mingfei raised his hand blankly to greet him.

No wonder they were in such a hurry to pack up; it turns out they have a side business.

A single glance was enough to convey a thousand unspoken words.

The ramen chef's face darkened the moment he saw him, and he drew his katana from his waist with a "whoosh" as fast as lightning.