You've been ruined by games all your life!

Chapter 17 Gambling X
Fuheshel finally gave his son a hug and an encouraging pat on the head, before handing over control of his body to Chen Lai.

After being killed by Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Jinji thought a lot in hell. He realized that he was living a very conflicted life. He missed his child, but he never gave his son a kind look.

Chen Lai's spirit summoning gave him a chance to make amends.

A hug, a pat on the head—that's all he can give. Anything more... would you expect a tough guy like him to kiss his son's cheek?
just forget it.

With that thought in mind, Fuheishen closed his eyes in peace.

Chen Lai took over the body. Facing the two characters from the anime, he didn't have much to say, only admonishing Fukuro Megumi: "Unless absolutely necessary, do not release Moxu Luo."

"This thing is too strange; you can't handle it."

"Alright, that's all. I'm off now, bye-bye."

With a wave of his hand, Chen Lai left the subway station as if he had teleported away; he was ready to make his escape!
With loot worth over 68 million, why wait to leave?
Although he originally intended to kill Louhu and Sunu, since Louhu escaped and Sunu didn't eat that many fingers, he decided to let it go.

Anyway, the world still exists. Whenever a new major event occurs, I can come back and make another quick buck.

With his bulging spoils in his hand, Chen Lai ran through the streets of Shibuya, ignoring the cursed spirits that occasionally appeared on the street. In his eyes, this was just a game world. Now that the main storyline was complete, all that was left was to take the money back to pay off his debts.

"Brother Weilong! Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"

The ferocious tiger, bound to the top of the TV tower, was calling out his name like a human-sized radio.

"Damn, I almost forgot about his share."

Chen Lai slapped his forehead, twisted his body, and began to run quickly with his body perpendicular to the wall.

Looking east to the top of the tower, the three strangely shaped cursed spirit players saw Chen Lai preparing to come up, and a deep greed appeared in their inhuman eyes.

They knew perfectly well that the large red "Prison Gate" worth 65 million was in this man's hands.

"Sixty-five million yuan is not important; what is important is that unique characteristic."

As the cursed spirit, resembling a black sheep, spoke, its two companions beside it nodded in unison.

"【Unique】is the key. I never expected that a dungeon that has only been open for a short time would have loot with the unique characteristic."

"Once we get that thing, Deep Sea Company should contact us to sign a contract."

"The opportunity to become one of the top 100 players is right in front of me. I have to consider whether this is the only chance I will ever have to become Professor Deep Sea..."

The three-headed cursed spirits danced wildly, each prepared with the spells they had bought when they entered the instance. As soon as Chen came up, he would surely die!
"Hey guys, did you even read the posts on the forum?!"

The ferocious tiger, tied to the TV tower, couldn't take it anymore. These three players were typical "tomb raiders" looking to make money.

It's about being old, out of touch with society, yet thinking you're incredibly capable and can make a name for yourself in deep-sea games.

If they had read the analysis post on the Deep Sea Forum about the "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon's Combat Strength," these three idiots wouldn't have thought of intercepting Chen.

A black shadow streaked across the night sky like an owl, and the three-headed cursed spirit vanished into thin air, leaving only the delicious cursed spirit orb on the ground.

Are all Deepsea Games players this stupid?

As Chen Lai untied the ferocious tiger, he asked a question.

"No, that's true for these Tomb Raider players, but not for normal players."

The ferocious tiger, after being released, initially looked disdainful, but then repeatedly bowed to Chen Lai.

It's only true for "newbie" players like Chen Lai. In other games, whoever makes 60 million would have already left, and who would care about their friends' fate?

If you were to ask the fierce tiger: Do you consider yourself a friend of the mighty dragon?
All the ferocious tiger could say was: "I think I am." "Dragon, there are several evacuation points: the Shibuya maid café, the Ikebukuro Silver Dome, and the restroom at the foot of Mount Fuji... Which one do you plan to evacuate from?"

"Sigh, the maid café is definitely not going to be shut down. There are 23000 players in the dungeon right now, and I bet more than half of them are waiting for you there. No matter how strong you are, you'll still lose gold coins under the onslaught of sheer numbers."

"How about we retreat from Mount Fuji?"

The ferocious tiger asked and answered himself several times, leaving Chen Lai, who was standing next to him, unable to get a word in edgewise.

However, what the ferocious tiger had just said reminded him. Chen Lai rubbed his cheeks and checked the number of online players.

[Number of players for Shibuya Jihen: 25086]

Chen Lai frowned, then started browsing the Deep Sea Forum.

"Ikebukuro Silver Peak, intercepting 60 million red coins, come if you dare!" (Hot)

"Cherry blossoms are in full bloom at the foot of Mount Fuji. The bright red ones are so beautiful they practically burst open with a single cut! Sign up now! (Hot)"

"Can the people at this maid café please stop spamming spells? Several of my brothers have died already. Can't you save your skills for killing the Great Heavenly Dragon? (Hot)"

A bead of sweat dripped from Chen Lai's forehead. In the short time it took to say a few words, the number of players who entered the instance increased from 23000 to 25000, and none of them were pretending anymore; they were all waiting for him at the evacuation point!
What the hell? Fuhe Shen'er's body may be tough, but that doesn't mean it won't get tired. Ten thousand players represent thousands of cursed spirits and thousands of sorcerers!

Let alone cursed spirits, even if it were ten thousand pigs, it would take three days to catch them!

Chen Lai was a little nervous for a moment. This was the Deep Sea Game: peaceful coexistence in the early stages, mutual sabotage in the mid-stages, and mutual attacks in the late stages.

"Let's move away from Mount Fuji; I see the fewest people have signed up here."

"Okay." Absolute Ferocious Tiger nodded.

Chen Lai was about to leave, but then stopped a second later. He glanced at Jue Xiong Hu and asked, "Did you turn off your live stream?"

The ferocious tiger suddenly realized: "I forgot, occupational hazard, private Marseille!"

At this moment, the chat in Juexionghu's live stream room was already boiling over.

"Brothers, I have personally confirmed that 65 million are going to be evacuated from Mount Fuji!"

"Don't go yet! I'm on my way from Ikebukuro to Mt. Fuji. Wait for me, please don't leave!"

Chen glanced at the comments, expressionless. Damn it, these players really wanted to rip off his gold coins.

Looking at the number of players in the instance again, it has now soared to 27000.

If we don't evacuate now, there will be 10,000 people in each of the three evacuation points.

"The live stream is over. Come with me."

Chen Lai casually pointed and ordered the Fierce Tiger to turn off the live stream. He had no choice but to do so. He had already earned enough money in the past two days. Even if he only got 70% of the profits, he had already made back his initial investment.

But the real highlight was the bright red Chen Lai was wearing.

"gone."

Lifting the ferocious tiger up, Chen Lai jumped off the building like a bird soaring for freedom, flying towards Ikebukuro Ward in Tokyo.

There, more than 7,000 cursed spirits and sorcerers gathered. They evacuated the entire Ikebukuro district, drove away all the Tokyo police and local bullies, and waited for the Great Heavenly Dragon to come and die.

(End of this chapter)