Chapter 236 - 234: Let’s Play a Game

Chapter 236: Chapter 234: Let’s Play a Game

’A luck-based ability user!’

A player named Electrolysis Blood couldn’t help but scoff, "Hey, kid. It doesn’t matter even if you’re a Ninth Turn Martial Artist."

Looking at the white-haired young man with his delicate features and the faint, world-weary look in his eyes, all the players laughed.

"Haven’t you NPCs figured out the situation yet?"

"This body is just an avatar for the game. Our real bodies are controlling it from another world."

"Exactly. Whether it’s a physical or mental attack, all you’re hitting is our in-game account."

"Don’t be ridiculous, you’re just a game character. What are you gonna do, jump out of the screen and hit me?" 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

"You’re biting off more than you can chew. A mutt can’t harm a king."

...

Faced with their ridicule, Fang Can remained unmoved.

With just a light wave of his hand, he released the bonds holding them.

The moment their bonds were released, the players tried to escape, but Fang Can instantly froze them in place.

Even though the strongest among them had reached the Profound Gate Seventh Layer, they were still thousands of times weaker than Fang Can in his normal state. There was no hope of escape.

"Forty-five people? That’s a bit too many. I don’t need that many dogs."

"So, let’s play a little game."

Fang Can raised his hands. A deck of playing cards had appeared in each one, seemingly out of nowhere. He unwrapped them in full view of the crowd, shuffled them, and placed them down.

"There are 108 cards in total. Four Jokers, and twenty-six cards each of Spades, Clubs, Diamonds, and Hearts."

"Each of you forty-five will draw one card at random. Those who draw Clubs or Diamonds will stay and be my dogs. The four who draw Jokers can leave. As for the rest... you can die."

Staring at the perfectly composed young man, all the players wondered if this NPC was out of his mind.

But since there was a chance to leave, they were willing to play along with Fang Can.

’As long as I don’t draw a Club or a Diamond, I’m good.’ Electrolysis Blood prayed inwardly. For him, leaving and dying were both good outcomes.

After all, players could respawn nearby after dying, which might also be a chance to escape.

With a thrill similar to gambling, the players obediently went forward one by one to draw their cards.

At first, the players just took cards from the top of the deck, but soon, some started drawing from the middle.

Seeing that Fang Can didn’t care, the players grew bolder. They fanned the cards out, picked out the Jokers, and soon all four were taken.

’He’s not even stopping this?’

Seeing that all the Jokers were gone and that Fang Can still wasn’t stopping anyone, some players grew audacious. They went right up, threw away the Clubs and Diamonds they had drawn, and swapped them for the death cards—Hearts and Spades.

In just three minutes, every player had a card in their hand.

As for the final result...

The four Jokers were taken. The remaining 41 players had all chosen cards representing death: Hearts and Spades.

As for Clubs and Diamonds, not a single person chose one.

And because they thought it was just a game, and since most of them were game streamers who knew each other, there was no snatching or fighting at all.

’Forty-one of them?’

Fang Can pressed his forehead, a bit troubled. He hadn’t expected this outcome.

He had thought it would be a 50/50 split, but these players really had a death wish.

They deliberately picked Hearts and Spades, which left him a bit speechless. He hadn’t expected people to be so eager to die.

"It seems you’ve all made your choice."

Fang Can gathered all the remaining cards. After a moment’s hesitation, he then placed four cards on the table that represented being his dogs—Spades and Clubs.

"Next, those who drew a Joker may leave on their own," Fang Can said, tapping his index finger lightly on the tabletop.

As he spoke, the four players who had drawn Jokers cheerfully walked out of the prison, followed by the envious gazes of the others.

The prison guards watched them leave but didn’t stop them, as it was Fang Can’s order.

Watching their companions depart, the remaining players said in unison, "Are you done yet? Didn’t you say you were going to kill us? Hurry up, I’m ready to respawn."

As for Fang Can, he had never heard such a request in his entire life. He smiled, waved his hand dismissively, and said:

"Don’t worry, don’t worry. I won’t let a single player holding a Heart or a Spade get away."

"And that includes your bodies in the real world."

’He’s starting to fantasize again.’ The other players felt helpless, just hoping Fang Can would finish his speech quickly and send them to their deaths.

Seeing the impatient players, and wanting them to at least understand how they were going to die, Fang Can began to explain with the painstaking patience of Kong Yiji teaching a child:

"Compared to other superpowers, a luck ability is, in essence, the control of probability."

"Under the same external conditions, if you flip a coin—whether right in front of you or a hundred kilometers away—the probability of heads or tails is always close to 50%."

"And getting heads ten times in a row in front of you is no different from getting it ten times in a row a thousand miles away."

"For a so-called luck ability user, luck is not related to distance, only to its intensity."

"Have you ever heard of the butterfly effect?"

"In the second year of the Yuanhe era..."

...

"What? You want me to assist Senior Fang Can in managing the superpowered individuals?"

Inside her newly assigned villa, Feng Qiaoyan was stunned as she listened to Ji Donglai’s order over the phone.

Thinking of the countless players in the chat group complaining about being discovered and arrested by superpowered individuals, the young woman worried that she, too, had been found out.

With a flicker of worry, her eyes went blank as her consciousness immediately logged out of the game to check the situation in the real world.

As soon as she exited the game pod and opened the group chat, she saw that countless new messages had appeared in the short time she was away.

[Electrolysis Blood]: That Fang Can guy is insane. Spouting some weird nonsense about the butterfly effect, thinking he can affect reality just because he has a superpower.

[Bloodhand Fiend]: Just a scrub NPC breaking the fourth wall. It’s a tired old trope in fiction. My verdict: he’s not worth a single atom in the real world.

[Interstellar Halberd VIII]: You guys can waste your time with that NPC. I drew a Joker, so I’m out. Gonna lay low for a bit, then go back to killing on the sly.

...

Skimming through the non-stop discussion in the chat group, the young woman quickly understood that Fang Can was already interrogating the players.

’But... are superpowers really useless in the real world?’

Seeing the dismissive comments in the chat, she thought about her own copied memory-deletion ability and hesitated for a moment.

And in the next moment, with a soft DING,

a message from one player made the frantically scrolling chat come to a brief halt.

"I don’t know what just happened, but my game pod malfunctioned and completely broke. What rotten luck."