7:53 p.m., Orange Lake Underground World, central district.
Orange Lake had received more than ten thousand visitors today, and a third of them had likely gathered in the central underground district.
Of those people, over half had gathered inside a two-hundred-square-meter golden hall.
From above, the golden hall appeared to be a cylindrical structure, lavish and magnificent, with circles nested within circles.
Thirteen enormous round tables stood in the hall, surrounded by hundreds of visitors. The sea of heads looked like an ocean.
They crowded tightly around the thirteen tables, as though the tables were islands in the sea and these drowning people desperately needed to reach shore.
And the reality was strikingly similar.
Their features were twisted and their expressions crazed. One after another, they shoved and squeezed their way forward, lunging at the tables with varying numbers of gold coins clutched in their hands, trying to claim a seat.
Their rotten souls overflowed with insatiable desire, while their hideous faces embodied bottomless greed.
Beneath each living shell lurked a greedy demon. They scrambled upward, desperate to earn the gold coins that represented their desires.
The round-table hall was a place well known throughout Orange Lake's Hujiang region, because it offered an attraction called the "Disk Game."
The Disk Game was not particularly complicated.
One table, one Dealer, seven players, and a disk placed in the center of the round table.
Though the disk looked no different from an ordinary household plate, it was forged from pure gold. It gleamed brilliantly, radiating wealth and temptation.
The Game Rule was very simple. One round was enough to learn it proficiently.
The Dealer was a staff member assigned to the attraction. He held a dice cup containing a standard six-sided die.
At the start of each round, the Dealer would shake