Zongman, Rebirth of the Heaven-Defying Kirito

Rewinding to when the three of them had just separated, Kirito headed straight for the roulette machine.

It was a square table large enough to seat eight people. In the center of the table was a circular wheel divided into 37 small squares. The numbers 1 to 36 were arranged in alternating black and red, and the square for the number 0 was special because it was green.

The rules are simple: first pay 500 Cor, then choose your favorite number, and the machine will automatically serve the ball. If it lands on the number you chose, you win; otherwise, you lose.

Hmph, about a 2.7% chance of winning? The advantage is on my side!

It wasn't that Kirito felt lucky, but rather that he had already experienced the 0.6% gacha pool from the gacha games he had played in his previous life, so why would he be afraid of this little roulette wheel in front of him?

So he sat down to pay Ke'er, then selected a number and crossed his arms, looking every bit the big boss.

In fact, this action, which lasted no more than 10 seconds, was smooth and without a trace of melancholy, which made the players sitting at the square table turn their heads.

Yes, besides Kirito, there are four other players at this table.

They were sitting loosely, and were most likely independent players who didn't know each other, so Kirito didn't pay any attention to them.

After about 30 seconds, the machine still did not start.

Kirito frowned slightly.

Boss strategies are something that requires utmost speed; how can we waste time on something like this?

He looked around and found that of the other four players, only the one sitting next to him had not yet chosen a number.

The character had black hair and black eyes, wore brown leather armor, and carried a one-handed sword; he was the kind of person who wouldn't attract attention in a group of players.

At this moment, he hesitated, withdrawing his finger every time he was about to select a number, completely displaying a sign of decision paralysis.

If Kirito remembers correctly, that person seemed to have hesitated here for quite a while before he arrived.

Fortunately, no one else stood up to criticize him, but the other three all showed more or less impatience on their faces.

There's really no other way, let's help him out.

So Kirito struck up a conversation with him: "Is it hard to choose? If not, just choose the same number as me."

"Really, boss?" The man looked over with an expression of admiration.

Kirito then noticed the other person's game ID: 【听风辨雨】

"I'm not some big shot." Kirito then showed his screen: "My number is 30."

"The big shot is too modest!"

Listening to the wind and discerning the rain, he quickly selected the same number on his screen and breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, from the moment Kirito sat down beside him, he felt that this person was extraordinary. Selecting and releasing within 10 seconds, how could any of the other players present be so decisive?

Not only that, he also tried to check Kirito's character information.

However, due to the title of 'closed-off,' all the information obtained was question marks.

If it weren't for the fact that this was a BOSS area, he would have thought the other party was an unknown NPC.

But upon reflection, while NPCs are intelligent, they can only follow their own behavioral patterns.

For example, there are maids scattered throughout the initial plaza on the first floor to help new players, and there are NPC merchants who never leave their rooms.

'The other party must have used some kind of tool to conceal their identity,' thought Listening to the Wind and Discerning the Rain.

After all, no NPC has ever been seen coming to the casino to spend money.

There is no doubt that he has completely accepted Kirito's identity as a big shot.

As the last player at the table made their choice, the machine started running. A steel ball appeared out of thin air above the disc, and as it fell due to gravity, it began to rotate around the disc due to the concave center... until the ball came to a complete stop on the number '17'.

Nothing else happened, so it seems none of the players present won.

Listening to the wind and discerning the rain, Kirito looked at her with a puzzled expression: "Boss, what do we do next?"

"Of course we'll continue!"

It was time to pay Ke'er again. She selected the number '30', crossed her arms, and began to wait.

This decisive demeanor gave Tingfengbianyu the illusion that he would win next!

Actually, what he thought wasn't wrong. Although he said he would win next time, he didn't say he would definitely win next time.

In fact, Kirito was preparing for a protracted battle.

He never had the illusion of suddenly winning; instead, he was numb to the idea of ​​a guaranteed win.

Thus, based on hearsay, a misconception arose: the big boss will win next, and since my score is the same as the big boss's, doesn't that mean I will win next?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get excited, and he followed Kirito's example, placing his bet and waiting.

Because of his decisiveness (although it was learned), a new round immediately began.

The ball appears, the ball spins, and the ball stops on the number '6'.

Nothing happened again, so it seems no one won this round.

But before anyone could even discern the situation, Kirito preemptively predicted, "Continue!"

The two continued to choose the number '30'.

Then came the third round, the fourth round... until the eighth round.

As the ball stopped at position '23', a golden light burst forth from the roulette wheel.

"It's so bright."

As the golden light faded, a player was seen holding a golden item, jumping up and down from his seat with joy, shouting, "Hahaha—I won! I won!"

Damn it, what's wrong with you?

From then on, only three players remained at the table besides Kirito.

At this moment, Tingfengbianyu looked at Kirito and found that the other party was casually spitting out: "Pah, there are always European dogs to kill."

Although it was very soft, Tingfengbianyu, who was only one person away, still heard it.

It turns out that even big shots have such down-to-earth thoughts.

Just as he thought of this, Kirito said to him, "Is there any left of Cor? Let's continue."

"it is good..."

She seemed to have gotten used to judging things by their words, and paid Ke'er, choosing the same number as the big shot.

But in the end, he didn't dare to imitate Kirito's pose of crossing his arms, because it was too arrogant and he was afraid that he would be beaten to death by other players when he went out.

The ninth round followed, and unsurprisingly, no one won.

The next unexpected event will occur in the twenty-first round.

Another golden light burst from the roulette wheel, and yet another player jumped up in triumph: "I won! I won too!"

At this point, only two players remained at the table besides Kirito.

The remaining three players stared at each other blankly.

Listening to the wind and discerning the rain, he turned his gaze to Kirito, wanting to hear what profound insights the other had to offer this time.

Kirito slowly posed a question: "Have you ever heard of a creature called a sturgeon?"

"You mean people who are exceptionally lucky, the kind who are considered extremely lucky in general?"

"No!" Kirito slammed his fist on the table, interrupting, "I'm talking about the 'European sturgeon' or 'deep-sea sturgeon,' a type of fish that lives near the Black Sea in Europe!"