My Cell Prison
Chapter 1308 - Chapter 1308 Chapter 1306 The Wager

Chapter 1308: Chapter 1306: The Wager Chapter 1308: Chapter 1306: The Wager Cosmic Deep Space

[Shattered Border]

Appearing in the form of a broken mirror surface, the fragmented gaps are filled with a completely solidified black substance.

This is exactly where the “World Catastrophe” broke out during its eruption, shattered by a special squad from within the Black Tower… Barely repaired after thousands of years of effort, constant vigilance from multiple Old Kings, and the investment of a vast amount of world materials.

The space near the rupture is extremely unstable, and conventional celestial bodies approaching will be instantly torn apart.

About three light-years away from the rupture, a solitary celestial body floats, one that should not exist.

Super storms strong enough to destroy planets ravage the surface of the celestial body all year round, without the slightest shake to its foundation.

Completely different from the location of the last London game.

Due to the larger scale of this game, involving more sovereign changes and the planning of future situations as well as the participation of more Old Kings, the “casino” for the London game is relocated here.

Perceiving this planet with the human brain and senses,

one can hear the rather joyful music amidst the mad storms, as well as broadcasts piercing through the storms, intermittently transmitting to the outer space, attracting more Old Kings in such a fashion.

Due to the significant influence of the storm’s magnetic field, only a few keywords could be barely made out:

“…Royal Casino, sexy…online dealing…”

The source of the broadcast corresponds to a glittering casino building.

More than a dozen cars of various styles are parked in front of the entrance.

The building, which looks dozens of stories high and covers a hundred acres, only houses one casino inside.

The remaining extra space corresponds to completely chaotic multi-dimensional maze corridors and countless golden doors.

One must follow a special route and a fixed sequence of opening gates to reach this ultimate casino.

Currently, many familiar faces have appeared inside the casino:

A bartender with deep-space-like eyes and a square face,

A middle-aged man who stands with one foot in a damp boot and the other bare on the ground, soaked all over, with various marine creatures hidden among his damp, droopy hair on his shoulders,

A small vest-wearing man with grey skin who, when looked at from different angles, will have different parts of his facial features missing,

A gloomy man with mist surrounding his body, obscuring most of his face,

and so on.

Any gambler here could impact the “World Balance” alone.

They arrive today both out of interest and in response to an irresistible call.

Currently, they all sit in their respective seats motionless, the earliest gambler having been in the casino for about a year.

It seems everyone is waiting for the arrival of a heavyweight individual.

Just then, a Rolls-Royce Phantom with chaotic interior decor arrives below the casino building.

For a moment.

The casino’s power supply encounters electromagnetic interference, the lights flicker irregularly.

As this special gambler’s right foot steps out of the car, the corresponding sound of his left foot in a hefty leather shoe has already appeared outside the ultimate casino’s golden gate… without going through the process of entering the casino and passing through the corridors.

Waves of murky aura symbolizing madness continue to spill out from beneath the door.

(Reminder once again that all of the above are sounds and visuals decoded by the human brain. If entered into from the regular Demon’s perspective, it may correspond to a chaotic conglomerate of organ buildings, the vehicles corresponding to deeply distorted Demon transports.

Each gambler’s wooden chair corresponds to their respective thrones.)

At this moment.

All the gamblers rise from their seats, looking toward the entrance with different expressions of devotion or respect.

The gate opens.

The casino aisle, with its red carpet and evenly spaced lighting, has transformed into an irregular, bottomless abyss, exerting a strong suction force within the casino space… However, the gamblers here are not affected.

“Boss, greetings! (Azath’chkula!)”

These gamblers, symbols of the pinnacle of world powers, speak their welcoming words in unison.

Standing at the entrance is an elder as old as the world itself.

His black and grey chaotic hair floats aimlessly in the air or haphazardly drapes over his face,

A black band of cloth conceals his eyes,

His thick black beard drags upon the ground,

His massive frame almost fills the entire entrance framed with gold,

And in his right hand, he holds a Scepter of infinitely contorting forms, which stabilizes his somewhat unsteady body (in actuality, it restricts his Infinite True State through the artifact, compressing his infinite Body into the physical realm’s boundaries, thus allowing entry into the current area… A slight mishap could lead to unpredictable expansion and full compromise of this celestial body.)

The elder has no words of greeting for the gamblers before him; he heads straight to his place of honor.

With his arrival, the opening ceremony of the London Game officially commences.

The bartender is still the one in charge.

“I have deduced the scale of this London Game and the potential [Multi-Position Invasion] points based on the ‘Chaos Index’ provided by the Boss. This also takes into account the information brought by a youngster from the ‘Black Tower’.

This youngster, already familiar to some of the guests here, was one of the winners of the last game.

Seemingly doing well in the Black Tower, he possesses human traits.

The [Multi-Position Invasion] has been fully confirmed.

Therefore, the rules of gambling will undergo significant changes, even changing the basic rules.

I will split the main chessboard into sub-boards corresponding to the number of planes, setting up various forms of betting games, allowing you to wager on different boards.

Hence, I hope everyone will bring out more ‘Land Deeds’ to bet with, to make the game more thrilling.”

At this point, the Boss speaks.

“Yog, explain in detail about [Human], and the bets involving them.”

“No problem.

The [Human] Expeditionary Force will undergo ‘forced separation’ during the multi-plane invasion, potentially appearing in different betting games. At that time, powers present in different sections may place their bets separately.

The ratio of the bets will be determined at the opening according to the specific circumstances.

Moreover, if the Humans’ cumulative contribution in the entire game exceeds 50%, their representative entity, the ‘Holy City’, will be considered an allied power, and a ‘Lower King Level’ Land Deed will be withdrawn from this game as their reward.

If they fail, I will contribute three ‘Lower King Level’ Land Deeds, for you all to win.

Detailed betting rules will be provided by the croupiers of different areas once the game starts.”

The bartender gently raises his hand.

Immediately, a ‘London Sand Table’ rises from the tables where everyone is seated, reflecting the current state of London City, including celestial bodies, Glaciers, Flocks, and human areas.

Simultaneously, stardust sparkles above the sand table, condensing into a series of data representing the True State of matter, eventually showing that the Human Expeditionary Army and the demonic forces of London City are in a state of ‘Balance’.

Due to the comprehensive changes in the game’s rules, the increased diversity, and complexity, all the gamblers in attendance become excited, rubbing their hands in eagerness, their eyes revealing a long-lost excitement and Madness.

It seems they are not at all concerned about the world’s invasion, only caring about how to play well in this betting game.