Chapter 169: Chapter 169
The time it took to craft the gambling event was much longer than anticipated,
Even a few drops of golden sweat trickled from the Duke’s forehead, falling onto the ancient castle floor and turning into real gold, which were then collected by several hidden hands.
After more than an hour had passed, the Duke finally reopened his eyes.
Exhausted, he exhaled a breath laced with gem dust, yet his plump cheeks formed a satisfied, even excited, smile.
“A very interesting memory, it’s rare for one to consume so much of my energy in constructing a [Gambling Event]. This time the scale of the event is relatively ‘medium to large,’ which may take a longer time.
However, you can rest assured, during the gambling your physical body will not suffer any erosion from the Old World.
This gambling event is a ‘role-playing’ mode, where you need to clarify your position within the game and meet the corresponding requirements.
The gambling rules will be given to you after you enter the [Gambling Event]; you may also need to actively search for relevant rules and requirements, as there is a high degree of freedom.
If you’re ready, enter from here.”
As a golden curtain enclosed the gambling table, the special game officially began.
Perhaps in high spirits today, the Duke projected his voice, radiating it toward the “backers” beneath the platform, “Anyone wish to gamble with borrowed money? With a bit of luck, you might clear all your debts in one go.”
the Duke’s voice received no response,
not because the backers had lost their self-awareness, but because they deeply rejected gambling and borrowing from within their hearts.
Once they had all been esteemed ‘guests’ favored by the Duke,
yet during the trade, their greed was unwittingly hooked, and the gates of restraint were completely lifted.
By the time they came to their senses, they had already fallen into the Golden Abyss, with the golden coins engraved with skulls burying them alive, leaving them unable to extract themselves.
They were quite clear that if they behaved and backed silently, they might still have a chance to regain their freedom. If they touched gambling and borrowing related to greed, they would never find peace again.
The Duke pulled out a large box of fresh snacks and cradled it in his arms, adjusted his body position, and began to enjoy this unique gambling event.
As his thoughts diverged, his physical form seemed to have completely detached in the process and then reloaded.
Regaining consciousness, what came into view was a completely unfamiliar scene.
A children’s style bedroom,
an airplane-shaped light fixture hanging from the ceiling,
Yi Chen quickly sat up, immediately scanning his surroundings,
a brown wooden bedside table displayed a train-shaped alarm clock and various soldier toys,
next to the window, the desk was covered with several children’s books,
a black and white wool carpet spread across the room, with all sorts of toys neatly arranged in a corner.
Clean, comfortable, and quite neat, with not a single flaw to be seen, each item in the room was placed with extreme orderliness, some might say too neat.
Once he assured there was no danger in the room, his gaze slowly turned to himself.
Tender and short arms left Yi Chen momentarily stunned,
“Huh? What’s going on?”
The length of the arms was only half of their original size, and the body had likewise shrunk… to be precise, it was an age reduction. Yi Chen estimated he was now around eight years old.
Just as he was about to further test if his personal abilities were intact,
The train alarm clock on the bedside table suddenly rang—Yi Chen instinctively reached out to turn it off, completing the action in less than two seconds.
When he looked up again,
the bedroom door had surprisingly opened, and two adults stood at the doorway, faces wearing tender smiles.
One was a middle-aged man in a white shirt, trousers, and carrying a briefcase, with thinning hair and a protruding belly, holding a cup of steaming coffee.
The other was a woman in black professional attire, with golden curly hair. Though wrinkles and prominent freckles marked her face, her fine features still conveyed her beauty.
At their feet sat an obedient Samoyed, smiling at Yi Chen, its little master.
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