Passive Poker King
Under the dim light, all sorts of mummified corpses lay scattered on the ground, broken and mangled. It was only because this world of Entertainment to Death had no laws protecting corpses that Burrlett was able to be imprisoned for his dissection.
But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. After all, this world is one where everyone has a cybernetic body. If the disposal of corpses after death is not allowed, wouldn't the merchants who recycle cybernetic bodies become black market dealers? Wouldn't the merchants who sell cybernetic body usage data become hackers? And what about those who collect drug data, pathological characteristics, and so on...?
Perhaps it was illegal at first, but as those in need lowered their standards time and time again, it naturally became legal.
However, the viewers were too lazy to care about the dismembered body (that was an autopsy! To explore the cause of death! by Burrlett) livestream, which would probably attract a lot of attention in other Live Broadcast Room. Their attention was entirely focused on the gambling table, which the streamer didn't even have any lighting on.
At this moment, the two Ghostly Shadow in front of the gambling table had fallen into a somewhat hysterical state. Only the long-haired dealer who had been pulled over was able to maintain her composure, but judging from her card-dealing movements, she seemed somewhat afraid of being killed by the two ghosts in front of the gambling table.
The betting game had been going on for almost an hour, and as the host Burrlett, continued to remove what appeared to be diseased organs, the chips in front of the two ghosts were steadily decreasing.
Now, Ghost Hand has only three black coins left, while Dice Gambling Ghost has 33 chips.
It's not that Gambling Ghost have a better chance of winning, because if you look closely, you'll find that these chips no longer have human faces, but are instead printed with reliefs of dice.
Yes, the Gambling Ghost had completely lost all his chips more than ten minutes ago, and now these thirty-three chips were the amount he had lost after withdrawing one hundred chips from his own account.
At this point in the Live Broadcast Room, no one in the chat was saying discouraging things like "streamer, stop gambling." All the viewers were working together to subtly guide the streamer to say lines related to gambling betting through various gambling-related topics.
As viewers, they didn't even know what the streamer's trump card was, but despite all this random coaching—or coaching that someone was deliberately trying to make the streamer lose—Mr. Burrlett actually won more than he lost. If he looked a bit unhealthy when he first came to the live stream today, now, with his healthy complexion, clear eyes, and hair that looked like it had special effects, he looked like he was Spiritual Light life!
"Sigh, really, these corpses have been dead for at least three years. Are you sure this casino only just went bankrupt? Or did so many people die at this casino that it finally started to be investigated, so they just dumped everything on ghosts and ran away?"
Burrlett stood up with his back to the gambling table, rubbing his aching back from squatting for so long, only to find that his back wasn't sore at all. He was quite surprised and said:
"Hey, not tired at all? Could it be because of that protein powder I've been using lately? Hmm, I'll talk to them when I get back, and if they're willing to pay, I'll help them promote their products..."
[What the hell is this protein powder? It's some kind of goblin-brand protein powder, isn't it?]
[Pshaw! Host, what's your opinion on Stud Poker in Texas Hold'em?]
Seeing someone complain about breaking the rules, some viewers, always eager for drama, immediately jumped in with comments to quell the unrest. Burrlett, however, shook his head and said:
"Poker is different from simple slot machines or dice games. Besides luck, psychological warfare is also a crucial element. The key to this zero-sum game is to intimidate your opponent, and Texas Hold'em is inherently about intimidation."
The words had barely left his lips when his body aged visibly, accumulating hundreds of chips at the gambling table, causing Burrlett to stumble and nearly fall.
"Goodness, it turns out it's not that I'm healthy, it's that I'm numb... Looks like I need to drink some goji berries too, oh well, that's enough for today, I need to get the samples sorted out first."
Burrlett sighed, but the audience ignored him, instead all activating their Holographic Mode and staring at the two Ghostly Shadow beside the gambling table.
Ghost Hand gripped his hole cards, glanced at them, and then waved his hand. Meanwhile, the Gambling Ghost with only thirty-three chips left in front of him seemed to have gone berserk, extending his tentacles again and pulling out handfuls of coins from his body, which he then slammed onto the gambling table.
Although no sound was made, almost all the viewers could feel the last-ditch effort of a gambling Gambling Ghost driven to desperation by gambling.
"Ultimately, once you go all in, there's no turning back. It's essentially abandoning all strategy. Generally, there are only two situations where you'd choose to go all in. The first is a last-ditch effort, in a situation where there's no turning back but you can't give up. On one hand, it's an attempt to scare off your opponent, and on the other hand, it could be to lure them into a trap. The second is going all in at the start, which means knowing you can't win the psychological battle, so you simply choose to leave everything to luck..."
Seeing that no one was interested in the goji berries, Burrlett didn't spend any more money. Instead, he took out a resealable bag, carefully packed the dried heart, eyeballs, and lungs, Tag, and kept muttering about the previous topic.
And quite fittingly, at the gambling table, White Ghost Hand held the last two black chips (one of which was placed at the bottom of each round), crossed his legs, and quietly watched the dealer deal the cards to both sides.
The Gambling Ghost's act of drawing this hand of chips seemed to have damaged his very essence; even the Ghostly Shadow became incredibly illusory, and he even used his tentacles to grab the cards.
Meanwhile, no one on the streamer's side was looking at the cards; all they could see were the four face-up cards laid out flat.
Although it was a tense card game, there was no sense of epic scale at the moment. There were no three Kings against three Diamonds, nor a straight flush of hearts against a straight flush of spades. Both players had mixed hands, and there wasn't even a single flush to bet on.
But even small hands have their own way of gambling. When the dealer helped the anchor reveal the bottom card, a small three, making a pair, the dice- Gambling Ghost instantly waved its tentacles, stood up, and pounced on the anchor.
Although the cards haven't been dealt yet, everyone understands that this is someone who can't accept defeat and is throwing a tantrum!
However, the streamer's luck continued to work its magic. As the dice Gambling Ghost went berserk, the chips transformed into streaks of light, like a meteor shower, and entered the streamer's body. The life Spiritual Light, almost visible to the naked eye, ignited into a golden flame, directly sending the dice Gambling Ghost flying.
The Gambling Ghost, like a skipping stone, bounced back and forth between the ceiling and the gambling table several times before finally disappearing into the darkness. The pale ghostly hand gripped the three chips tightly before flying back to the streamer. As if testing the temperature of tea, it carefully touched the streamer's shoulder, moving back and forth a few times before cautiously landing on the streamer's shoulder and finally vanishing without a trace.
The long-haired female ghost looked around and, finding that it seemed she was no longer involved, immediately fled the casino as if by magic, leaving behind the seemingly oblivious anchor, Burrlett, carrying a bag of water and other liquids, heading towards the nearby police station.
[Damn, what incredible luck!]
The same barrage of comments filled the entire Live Broadcast Room almost instantly, and it was precisely at this moment of heightened emotion that a new Trait slowly took shape within Feng Xue's mind...
I haven't been feeling well lately, so updates have been a bit irregular. Sorry.