I Slaughtered Through the Dungeon Worlds with My Cheats-Chapter 631 - 273 About to Become the Ten-thousand-year-old Demon [10,000 words]_2
Chapter 631: Chapter 273 About to Become the Ten-thousand-year-old Demon [10,000 words]_2
The golden arm was shuffling the cards.
The golden arm was the evolution of the rules of the Golden City.
One by one, the poker cards were dealt to the people before them.
Because there were so many players, a total of eleven, and a deck of cards, minus the jokers, had only 52 cards.
That meant, getting a good hand was even harder.
Everyone’s cards had been dealt, but not a single person looked at their hand.
"Please, Mr. Mu Rufeng, place your bet," a mechanical female voice emerged.
Mu Rufeng thought for a moment and didn’t bet too much; he directly took out a lifespan chip of one hundred years and tossed it onto the gambling table.
"Let me lead with a hundred years," Mu Rufeng said indifferently.
Seeing this, everyone was slightly surprised; they hadn’t expected Mu Rufeng to start with a hundred years?
A hundred years, not one hundred yuan, how could he bet so casually?
"I fold," Xu He didn’t even look at his cards and directly raised his hand to indicate he wasn’t following.
"I fold too," Niu Ben also quickly raised his hand signaling his fold.
The two of them, one with 1269 years and the other with 790 years in chips, and both Ghost Emperors, definitely had a substantial amount of their own lifespan chips.
Considering Mu Rufeng, this incredibly lucky fellow, they didn’t feel they could win, so they were ready to just lie down.
They should still have a fair chance of getting second or third place.
"I fold."
"Fold."
Not just him, this included the likes of Liu Qinghe with 380 years and Black Five with 350 years in chips.
Lie down, lie down; those few friends who had come this far with Mu Rufeng were lying down.
They had given up on the top three, only hoping to finish the competition with the smallest loss. In that way, they too could enjoy a few extra hundred years comfortably.
These people were also seated in succession to Mu Rufeng’s left side.
Next to Black Five was Loronia, a Fallen Angel from the wart-covered merchants’ association.
"I’ll follow," Loronia glared at Mu Rufeng fiercely and chose to call.
Although she only had two hundred years of chips, her life was not short; there she was, directly exchanging another two thousand three hundred years of chips.
Now, Loronia’s chips reached two thousand four hundred years (plus the hundred years she had bet).
"Ms. Nia, you’ve exchanged all your chips so quickly? Be careful, or you might be kicking the bucket tomorrow if you lose it all," Mu Rufeng said with a light smile.
"Lose? Hehe, let’s see whether you’ll lose or I’ll lose," Loronia said with a cold laugh.
"Call."
"Call!"
Whether it was Dan Yifeng from Treasure Tower, Freeman from Black Demon Group, Xu Zhichun from the Heaven and Earth Bank, or Duke Dracula from the wart-covered merchants’ association, they all followed.
"Betting so big right from the start, it seems Mr. Mu is quite confident in his cards. With that said, I naturally have to call, and I’ll raise another hundred years," said Zhao Chen, seated to Mu Rufeng’s right, as he directly bet two hundred years.
"City Lord Zhao, I have a question for you," Mu Rufeng didn’t rush to bet but turned to Zhao Chen and asked.
"Oh? Ask away. As long as I can answer, I will certainly spare no detail," Zhao Chen said with a light smile.
"I’m wondering if City Lord Zhao would also use his own lifespan to exchange for chips?" Mu Rufeng asked.
"Of course, after all, I’m one of the participants. It’s just that I won’t be part of the final ranking, and the amount I bet won’t exceed one thousand years, except during the reveal," Zhao Chen explained.
"I see, that’s good to know," Mu Rufeng nodded and then took out five hundred years’ worth of chips and threw them in.
"Call two hundred years and raise another three hundred years," Mu Rufeng’s tone was calm as if he were betting five hundred yuan instead of five hundred years of life.
"Hiss~~!"
The group of Ghost Emperors below sucked in a breath of cold air.
To them, lifespan was extremely important, and here he was, betting five hundred years all at once.
Five hundred years, enough for them to live carefree for a very long time.
Even some of the older Level 9 Ghost Emperors might not even have five hundred years of life left.
Especially those Level 8 Ghost Kings who were even more shocked.
Mu Rufeng’s opening bet had buried half of their lifespans; oh, their families, who could understand? The stakes here were too high, and they were struggling to hold on.
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When Mu Rufeng bet five million, the pressure suddenly fell on Loronia.
"I call!" Loronia, expressionless, once again bet five hundred years of life.
"Hey yo, do we have to play it so big? I’m already old bones, I fold," said Dan Yifeng, shaking his head and choosing to fold.
"Call!" Freeman from the Black Demon Group let out a single word before tossing in five hundred years’ worth of chips.
"Interesting, I’ll follow too," Xu Zhichun said with a light laugh, also choosing to call.
"I am the Vampire Duke; if there’s one thing I have plenty of, it’s my lifespan. I’ll call five hundred years and raise another five hundred years!" Duke Dracula cackled strangely, directly throwing in a thousand years’ worth of chips.
Duke Dracula looked at Mu Rufeng with a strange smile; his chips had already grown from the previous 360 years to three thousand years after betting.
Dracula, being a special race, didn’t count as purely abnormal; his natural lifespan was long, not to mention he was a Level 9 Ghost Emperor, granting him an even longer life.
Moreover, as long as a vampire feeds, they can greatly extend their lifespan.
It could be said, with lifespan as the stake, Dracula would be the biggest winner.
"Duke Dracula, you’re really going big, with such a bet, I doubt many will dare to follow,"
