Zongman, Rebirth of the Heaven-Defying Kirito

The elevator to the second floor opened, revealing a spacious lobby corridor.

Underfoot was a red carpet, and looking ahead, a dazzling expanse of gold blinded everyone, as if most of the items here were made of gold.

Gold bricks were laid on the ground, crystal candelabras hung from the ceiling, and gold patterns were carved on the four pillars.

Faced with this golden landscape, Kirito exclaimed, "This is outrageously extravagant!"

As if hearing Kirito's words, a response came from deeper within the hall.

"Hahaha—Dear warriors, welcome!"

Why does this have the art style of a hero summoning in another world?

After exchanging glances, the three walked forward along the carpet for about ten steps, and then a few steps leading up to them came into view.

The most eye-catching thing is the huge gold slot machine on top, which looks three or four meters tall, and is not at all the size that a player could handle.

In front of the slot machine, the BOSS sat comfortably on a gold leather sofa.

A crimson notification appeared before their eyes—[The Guardian of the Fifteenth Floor: The Legendary Gambler]

He wore the same cowboy hat and brown jacket as before, a gold coin was constantly tossed and dropped in his right hand, while his left hand held a glass of red wine that he occasionally sipped.

Seemingly noticing someone approaching, he put away the coins, stood up, and said to himself, "You must be very curious about where I got such a large amount of money and how I was able to build such a scene in such a short time."

Oh, so it was just showing off wealth.

"No, we don't care at all." Kirito tried to steer the conversation back on track: "What does your money have to do with me? Let's get down to business!"

As he spoke, he tried to draw the two swords from his back, while Kenshin and Kuro beside him also reached for their weapons, ready to fight.

But a puzzling message appeared: "[You are currently in a special BOSS area. The use of any type of weapon is prohibited.]"

Okay, okay, it's understandable that weapons aren't allowed on lower levels, but what's with not being allowed to use weapons when the BOSS is right in front of you?

Just as he thought of this, a bold idea popped into Kirito's mind.

Could it be that the boss on this floor cannot be defeated by force?

His idea proved to be not unfounded.

Instead of engaging in combat when faced with the Three Musketeers, the BOSS casually sipped his red wine.

"I'm really anxious, but you need to know the truth beforehand."

The BOSS opened his arms to embrace the world: "It is because of your successive donations of money that I have become a tycoon!"

Faced with such incessant chatter, the three musketeers looked on with bewildered expressions.

I walked in and all I heard was the boss spouting nonsense. Who could stand that?

"How are you? Are you angry? Are you angry?"

I'm angry, so prepare to die!

Then the gambler waved his hand with a smile: "Haha, please don't take what I said earlier to heart. You're not really angry, are you... Hey, why are you ignoring me?"

Kirito, Kenshin, and Kuro all turned around at the same time, ignoring the BOSS's irritating dialogue, and instead began an internal discussion.

Black: "We can't fight now that we're inside. What do we do now?"

Kenshin: "I never expected there to be a boss with this kind of personality, except he talks a lot of trash."

"Let's ignore him for now." Kirito stated his guess: "If I'm not mistaken, the key to this strategy is probably the giant slot machine behind the BOSS."

Upon hearing "Slot Machine Kenshin," he instantly felt it was a perfect match for his expertise: "In that case, leave it to me. After mastering the ultimate technique, this little thing will be a piece of cake."

"You..." Seeing how confident the other party was, Kirito didn't say anything more: "Alright, I'll leave it to you."

Just as the three had finished discussing the plan, the gambling expert suddenly interrupted.

"Hey, hey, don't get me wrong." He then patted the huge slot machine behind him: "This thing isn't the key; the real rules are set by me!"

"what?"

Kirito looked at the BOSS with disdain, his silent expression seeming to say, "You?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?" The gambler said, pointing to the symbol above his head. "Look closely, I'm the BOSS. Isn't it normal for me to set the rules?"

Kirito hugged and scrutinized him: "Then tell me what the rules are?"

The gambler asked timidly, "Aren't you going to admire my smug hall any longer?"

"Say it!"

"Alright, alright, I'm really impressed with you adventurers." The gambler finally became a little serious: "To get to where I am, you or someone else must have collected three gold chips."

The three musketeers each presented their respective gold chips.

"Very good, there is only one thing to do next."

The three musketeers were on high alert, afraid of missing a single word from each other's words.

"This is even more tense and exciting than facing the boss head-on, and it tests the team's teamwork even more..."

The Three Musketeers couldn't hold back any longer: "Can you get to the point?!"

"Are all adventurers this impatient these days?" The gambler shook his head and finally revealed the rule: "Throw it."

"Throw...what?" Kirito asked back.

"Of course, it's your gold chips. Throw all three chips at once. If they land in the same position, you win..."

"If you win, you will be richly rewarded." At this point, the gambler pointed to the huge golden slot machine behind him: "But if you lose, adventurers, please start over."

That's it?

After agonizing for ten minutes, the rules you came up with were so simple?

Just kidding!

If it weren't for the rules, Kirito would have loved to smash the gold chips in his hand into the other person's face and then kick his ass hard with his boots.

After calming themselves down, the three of them resumed their discussion.

Kirito: "The rules have been clearly stated and are very simple. It's time to make a decision. Should we hand over the three chips to one person? Or should the three of us do it together?"

Kenshin: "I'm confident with slot machines, but this... is really not going to work."

Black remained silent.

Looking around, I realized that no one had any confidence.

That's true. Even if there's a 50% chance that the chips thrown will land on one side, there's only a 1/8 chance of winning if you throw all three at once.

Although the odds of winning are lower in the lower tiers, they only have three chips, meaning they only have one chance.

Thinking of this, Kirito smiled with relief: "If that's the case, then it's decided."

Kenshin responded, "Tori-nii, are you going to do it yourself? Then I have no objection."

Hei nodded in agreement.

"What are you talking about?" Kirito stepped back and stood between the two of them. "We are brothers as one. Instead of betting on one person to win, let's create a miracle together!"

Kenshin's eyes welled up with tears: "That's right, we've all come this far the same way."

There's something I'm hesitant to say, but I'm sure I should: I truly can create miracles all by myself.

But given the current atmosphere... it doesn't seem quite suitable for a solo performance.

There's no other way, I'll just have to act.

Hei nodded in agreement: "Then we'll rely on the three of us."