dognovel Chapter 95 Who is the [Bargaining Chip]?
Chapter 95 Who is the [Bargaining Chip]?
Chapter 95 Who is the [Bargaining Chip]?
This realization was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, but it was instantly evaporated by the surging heat within him.
calm.
Song You forced himself to suppress all his turbulent thoughts.
He would never sit idly by and let others use him as a tool at the gambling table.
He could sense that the essence of his bargaining chip was his newly promoted first-tier [Farmhouse Druid].
power.
If we want to leave this place, it seems there is only one way: to completely abandon this force.
The structure of the chips will collapse instantly, allowing him to escape this bizarre casino.
But that is the foundation he has painstakingly built up to this day, and the source of his confidence in protecting his agritainment business.
give up?
Absolutely impossible!
There must be another way.
If there's a vulnerability, there definitely is!
What constitutes his bargaining chip is the gentle natural power of the Druid.
But Song You is more than just a druid!
Having found a way to leave, Song You relaxed a little and began to observe his surroundings.
He couldn't turn his neck or move his body; he could only direct his gaze, or rather, his senses, toward the countless mirrors pieced together from the dome.
The world reflected in the mirror is bizarre and fantastical.
Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the guests surrounding the gambling table are not all human.
A man with long, pointed ears was pushing a bag of glittering gems toward the center of the gambling table, his face full of confident composure.
Not far away, a burly man with fangs sticking out from his lips was angrily pounding the table because he had lost a game, making the wine glasses on the table vibrate.
Even further away in the VIP section, Song You spotted a man with fine, dark gold scales covering his neck. He was lounging on the sofa, his arm around a woman who also had scales and vertical pupils, watching the gambling game below with great interest.
Elves, orcs, dragons...
These fantastical races, which only existed in the game's setting, were now vividly present in his perception.
Song You's senses swept over the other chips around him.
Red, blue, green, black, and other chips, piled together, exuding different auras.
One was a sharp sword intent, another was a scorching magical fluctuation, and yet another carried a sacred and luminous aura.
These chips all seem to represent a certain profession or power.
But they were all just pure aggregates of energy; none of them possessed an independent consciousness like him.
He was the only living being.
Or rather, it was only by chance that he appeared on this chip that represented himself.
"Snapped!"
A sharp, loud bang interrupted Song You's observation.
A hand wearing a white glove slammed down beside him.
The entire white disk in which he stood trembled violently.
Song You's senses moved upwards along that hand.
It was an elderly human man with white hair and beard, wearing a faded, worn-out mage's robe. His face was covered in wrinkles, and his eyes were cloudy, but at this moment, a fanatical light burst forth from those cloudy eyes.
The old man's gaze was fixed intently on Song You.
No, to be precise, it's pinned to this brand-new, newly emerged white chip.
"New chips, really new chips! Even if it costs me everything, I'm going to win!"
The old man's chapped lips trembled as he let out a suppressed, beast-like growl.
He seemed completely unprepared for a new chip to appear out of nowhere on the gambling table.
After the initial surprise came endless greed.
He looked at Song You like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.
"I can turn things around! I still have a chance to turn things around!"
The old man stretched out his withered hand, trembling, as if trying to add Song You as a chip to the betting pool.
Song You's senses tensed instantly.
"Old man, you're overthinking it!"
In the blink of an eye, a completely different power erupted from the core of his chips!
It was a violent, scorching, dark red power filled with the smell of sulfur!
Dragon Transformation!
The power belonging to the Red Dragon Tyrant, like magma bursting its banks, is eroding the chip structure formed by the forces of nature.
Two completely different forces clashed violently within his body.
"Click—"
—"
A faint cracking sound rang out.
Under the old man's astonished gaze, a dark red crack appeared on the white chip watch face that exuded a warm and natural aura.
Immediately afterwards, cracks spread like a spider web across the entire chip.
"No!"
The old man let out a desperate scream, watching helplessly as the chip he considered his last hope was silently turned to dust and disappeared from the gambling table in a burst of violent dragon energy.
He lost.
They lost everything.
The old man slumped into the chair, his eyes vacant, as if all his energy had been drained away.
Just then.
A hand gently patted his left shoulder.
At almost the same time, his other hand patted his right shoulder.
The old man stiffened and slowly turned his head.
Two young men dressed in well-tailored tuxedos appeared behind him without him noticing.
They wore impeccably polite smiles and each held a glass of scarlet liquor, but there was not a trace of a smile in their golden, vertical pupils.
Beneath their crisp trouser legs, two tails covered in fine scales swayed silently and gently on the carpet.
One of the young men raised his glass, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.
"Sir, could you tell us about your missing bargaining chip?"
Song You suddenly opened his eyes.
What comes into view is the familiar room ceiling, which carries a faint scent of wood.
Outside the window, the moonlight was like water.
He sat up and immediately focused his mind to check his condition.
On the cover of the Druid's Diary, the black and white lotus flower mark remains intact.
The [Heart of the Emperor] badge is intact.
This shows that what just happened was not a mental shock in the real world.
What exactly is it?
Song You leaned against the headboard, his brows furrowed.
He meticulously recalled everything that happened in the casino, leaving no detail unremembered.
Fantasy races, bargaining chips representing various professions, bizarre rules —
The only variable is that I have just completed the first-tier promotion to [Farmhouse Druid].
The reason is most likely right here.
The Druid profession requires various rituals and is inherently steeped in mysticism.
Perhaps, every promotion is an opportunity to enter the game.
And you yourself are the chips on the gambling table.
Although we don't know what the outcome of the bet will be, the result will definitely not be good for the chips themselves.
This time, the old man seemed to have discovered him unexpectedly, completely unprepared.
But what about next time?
Logically speaking, when I advance to the second-tier druid, I will most likely reappear at that gambling table.
At that point, you might be facing gamblers who are fully prepared.
We must be prepared.
Thinking of this, Song You felt not nervous at all, but rather a strong surge of energy welling up from the bottom of his heart.
He got out of bed, walked to the window, and opened it.
The cool morning breeze carried the fragrance of earth and plants, calming his chaotic thoughts.
It's almost bright.
He quickly washed up and left the room.
As soon as I got down to the first floor, I saw Su Yunxi coming down the stairs from the second floor, probably getting ready to start her day's work.
She seemed to have just woken up; her face was still a little groggy from lack of sleep, and her fair cheeks had a healthy pink hue.
Looking at her rosy cheeks, Song You felt much more relaxed and reached out to gently pinch her cheek.
These black and white lotus flowers feel soft and bouncy to the touch.
Not bad.
The gloom brought by the casino vanished instantly.
"Speaking of which, why black and white lotuses? White lotuses represent goodness, while black lotuses have the opposite meaning. Did I make her work too much overtime?"
"Give her a reward. It's a pity she's just an intern; it would be great if she could stay on."
He was in a great mood and turned to walk into the yard.
On the stairs, Su Yunxi froze completely.
She stood there, stunned, and raised her hand to touch her cheek where it had just been pinched; the warmth of the other person's fingertips still seemed to linger there.
Did my senior just pinch my cheek?
This was the first time Song You had ever acted so intimately towards her.
Su Yunxi felt her heart start pounding uncontrollably.
But it was precisely at this moment that she became even calmer.
Why?
Why did he do that?
Is it because she's in a good mood? Or is there some other hint?
Does this mean their relationship has entered a new phase?
Countless thoughts swirled and collided in her mind, while the logic analysis module operated at full speed.
One minute later.
A wisp of white steam, visible to the naked eye, slowly rose from Su Yunxi's head.
She shook her head, unable to figure anything out.
She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her chaotic thoughts, patted her face, and followed them into the courtyard.
yard.
Song You had stopped thinking about the casino.
Since that challenge will only come with the next promotion, what I need to do now is make the most of everything I have and maximize my abilities.
He strode forward and headed straight for the separate storage room.
"Looks like I don't need to worry about the progress bar for the Gourmet Druid anymore, let's start grinding like crazy."
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a strange scent, a mixture of earth, metal, frost, and fire, rushed out.
The four large wooden crates that Wang Guoming brought were quietly placed in the corner.
Song You walked to the boxes, took a deep breath, and reached out to lift one of the lids.