So it really was the Book of Consecutive Victories.
Qin Lin looked at the description and understood.
The old version of the Book of Consecutive Victories had no effect at all. This new version was clearly different. With the system's help, this thing seemed like it could be incredible in the real world.
It could guarantee victory in anything that relied on luck.
Think about it. Rock-paper-scissors, right? If he played against someone, could he just pick whatever and win?
Gambling, right? Could he just bet on anything and come out on top?
That was only the simplest way to use it.
For example, if he were defusing a bomb and didn't know which wire to cut, he could just cut one at random and get it right, couldn't he?
And sports betting—couldn't he just place a bet and win?
"Huh!" Qin Lin suddenly thought of a possibility.
The World Cup was coming up soon, wasn't it?
What would happen if he started betting on the national men's team to win from the qualifiers onward?
Could the team make it to the World Cup?
After all, winning at the World Cup depended on luck too. If the Book of Consecutive Victories could help him win his bets, would that mean the team he bet on would win?
Then, if he kept betting on the national men's team throughout the World Cup, the Book of Consecutive Victories would guarantee every bet paid off. Wouldn't that mean the team would keep winning until it became World Cup champion?
Qin Lin suddenly wondered if he'd discovered a massive loophole.
He felt like he could become the mastermind controlling the World Cup from behind the scenes.
But soon, he realized he was thinking too small. If he could do that, why bet on the