Zongman, Rebirth of the Heaven-Defying Kirito

The madman was already slumped in his chair, his face contorted with remorse, muttering repeatedly, "My eighteen points! My Ke'er!"

Hei said nonchalantly, "If you want it, just win it back."

However, the expected new round of system notifications did not appear this time.

According to the bet between the two, after each round, in addition to the reward of Ke'er, there would be a system notification for a new round. Agreeing would start a new round, while canceling would mean exiting the game.

Neither of them made any move, yet the system did not appear. There is only one possible explanation for this situation.

"So Ke'er isn't around anymore. What a shame. I was planning to play a few more rounds." With that, Hei got up and prepared to leave.

These blunt and provocative words instantly provoked the madman to erupt: "Don't be so smug, I will definitely win back what I lost today!"

"Okay, I'll wait, but before that, you should try to earn more Cor."

Following closely behind Hei's departing figure, the madman got up and changed to another table playing the same game, muttering to himself as he walked, "What bad luck!"

After this seemingly simple bet, which was actually no challenge for Hei at all, he could finally continue his performance.

The performance here is not a performance in the form of a confrontation with a madman, but rather a combination of a do-or-die attitude and a reflection on life and how to conduct oneself.

This is also why his gambling skills are terrible in front of Kirito and Kenshin, but incredibly good in front of enemies.

The logic is simple: if his own brothers knew he had this skill, his workload might increase significantly one day. As the saying goes, the capable are often burdened with more work, so he simply put on a show to eliminate all such possibilities.

If Kirito understood his inner thoughts, he would definitely say: This black guy is obviously incredibly skilled in all sorts of abilities, yet he insists on playing us!

"And now..." Hei weighed the gold chips in his hand: "I suppose there's still some time left, let's find some more fun."

After saying that, he began to tour the casino again.

Not long after Black left, the Madman caught another big fish.

A white-haired little girl, barely taller than the table, greeted him: "Hello, what was that uncle who just left playing?"

The madman looked in the direction of the sound and discovered Ilya's presence.

Because of its height, the whole body cannot be seen. If you don't look closely, you will only think it is a white ball of fur from a distance. However, if you look closely, you will be amazed by its beauty.

"What an adorable little guy," was the madman's first thought.

My second thought was: I bet she'll cry for a long time after being ripped off so much money.

Just thinking about it makes me incredibly excited!

But before we start, we still need to go through the necessary procedures: "Little guy, do you know Uncle Du from earlier?"

"I don't know him!" Ilya hurriedly explained, "I don't know him at all, and I definitely didn't come to check on you guys because I saw you having a lot of fun!"

Ah, this...

The madman was stunned. He hadn't even asked any further questions, so how did you tell him everything?

Preliminary assessment: This kind of idiotic feeling can't be acted out, so even if they only know each other, it doesn't change the fact that this guy is a good fish.

Being wary of his recent experience of being scammed, the madman continued to eavesdrop while explaining.

"We just felt that the gambling here was too systematic, so we thought we'd try our luck at a real casino, but we didn't expect it to be so much fun, haha—it was a really enjoyable experience."

"A 'real casino'?" Ilya asked eagerly. "What's that? What's that? I've never been to one before. Can I try my luck here?"

The madman swallowed hard; he had never seen a big fish bite a straight hook before.

Is my good fortune finally about to arrive?

With this in mind, he tried to extend an invitation to the other party: "If you want to try it, I'm always ready to play. Well... here are the rules of the game."

After saying that, he tossed aside the previous system regulations.

Ilya pretended to examine it, saying, "Hmm... I see... I see."

But to be honest, it's a bit hard to understand.

After getting to this point, the madman gave his final assessment: without a doubt, he's a somewhat stupid elementary school student. If he can't even swindle a few rounds from this guy, then his past casino experience must have been a complete waste.

So he kindly extended an invitation: "Just looking at those things only gives you a superficial understanding, so why don't we get involved in the events themselves?"

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get started!"

Ilya immediately sat down in the opposite seat, extremely excited.

At this point, the madman had changed his game strategy: instead of taking things slowly, he would strike with deadly precision at every step!

The remaining Ke'er could no longer maintain the illusion of deliberately losing, so his strategy today was to eat as many bites as he could!

After a brief lesson, the two began their formal match.

first.

The madman felt he had a great feeling: six, five, six, a total of seventeen points.

He gave a wicked smile and said, "I'm not pretending anymore, I'm the master of dice, I'm coming clean!"

Ilya counted on her fingers: "Hmm, to win... you need more than eighteen points."

The madman snorted coldly. Even he would only dare to say he could throw out 18 points when he reached the final level. He was just a greenhorn, what right did he have...?

Before he could finish his inner monologue, he was once again slapped in the face and pulled back to reality.

This time it's even more surreal.

Ilya placed the dice into the dice cup one by one, and without even shaking it, she slammed it onto the table.

To be honest, even a madman would shake his head at this move.

The black guy even imitated himself by shaking his head symbolically, though it was just an act. But the guy in front of him couldn't even copy his homework, so there was no doubt that he had won!

However, when the dice cup was lifted, three sixes lay quietly inside.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The madman stared wide-eyed, wiping his eyes repeatedly as if he were seeing nothing but an illusion.

"How could this be?"

This time, there was truly no skill involved, but the fact remains that they won against themselves.

The madman tried to glean some clues from the three randomly arranged dice.

Right, scattered!

Previously, the three dice that Black rolled were lined up in a row, but this time the three dice were scattered.

When all impossibilities are eliminated, what remains must be the truth.

But the truth was too surreal, making him somewhat afraid to think about it.

The truth he concluded was that Ilya had no skill whatsoever, but she won against him solely through luck.

The madman was speechless and choked with emotion.

Just then, Ilya's joyful voice rang out: "Yay! I won this round!"

He flashed a V sign and didn't seem to care that he had only won 1000 Cors.

Seeing this, the madman inexplicably felt a sense of balance.

The saying "fools are often blessed" probably describes this kind of person.

But he was really unwilling to accept that his years of hard work had been defeated by luck!

And so the second round began.

After some effort, he achieved a score of 5, 6, and 6, for a total of 17 points.

"Hmph~" The madman hummed, but for some reason the sound was somewhat strained.

Then Ilya moved, her movements equally sluggish and lacking any skill whatsoever.

But the moment the dice cup flipped over, the madman's eyes widened and his smile froze.

Ilya's voice rang out again at just the right moment: "Oh! I won again!"

When the same three sixes appeared in front of him, the madman felt his eyes twitching. How could such a thing exist in the world?

The third game was similar.

Even though the madman unleashed his ultimate technique once again, concentrating all his senses, and finally got lucky and threw out three sixes.

However, all of them were Mu Da, because Ilya also threw out three sixes.

And then, in a childlike tone, he said, "Huh? Why is it always 6 PM? Is the system here broken?"

The madman coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Is this even human language?

The tone of the elementary school student in particular made him grit his teeth, as if countless little devils were saying behind him, "Uncle is such a weakling, he can't even beat an elementary school student? No way, no way!"

It’s hard, the fist is hard!

As a result, Madman lost two more games in a flash, and even though he threw out six points, he only managed to draw with his opponent.

This match was completely devoid of skill; to sum it up: Ilya made her move, and Ilya won.

Even in the end, Ilya did not experience the joy of victory she had at the beginning.

He merely said, "Huh? Did they win again?"

They seemed completely bewildered about their own chances of winning.

In the end, Ilya left, not forgetting to leave a word of thanks as she went.

"Thank you, Uncle. I wouldn't have had this experience today without you. I hope we can continue to have fun together next time we meet!"

Madman: Don't get your hopes up!

Now that Ke'er has been won away again, the madman is completely unmoved, and even feels a little amused.

Unlike facing the Black, where he tried his best but could not defeat him, he felt only a deep sense of powerlessness when facing Ilya. No matter how focused he was or what techniques he used, the result remained unchanged.

All he wants to do right now is log off and have a smoke.

Tired, destroy it.

After being drained by the two of them in turn, there wasn't a single drop of Ke'er left...