Game smiled as he gathered the scattered playing cards from the table, his slender fingers fluttering like butterflies among flowers.
The cards danced between his fingers, leaving behind a dazzling blur of afterimages.
As he collected the cards, the mountain-like piles of chips before Xia Yuan, Feng Luan, and the Justice Enforcer
vanished completely, as if swallowed by an invisible black hole.
An uproar broke out in the audience.
"Over a million chips! Just gone?!"
"That represents over a million lives! They just vanished like that?"
"Why isn't there any movement in the Imperial Capital? Shouldn't there be explosions or screams?"
"Could it be that those whose chips are collected die silently?"
"..."
Everyone anxiously looked toward the Imperial Capital, only to find that the city shrouded by the Seven-Colored Realm remained calm.
No buildings collapsed, nor did flames shoot into the sky.
This ordinary calm was even more chilling than outright slaughter.
People came up with all sorts of theories, but none of them believed that Game had suddenly grown a conscience and spared the residents' lives.
After all, beneath that innocent and adorable appearance was a world-class wanted BOSS who killed without batting an eye.
To him, treating human lives like grass was not a figure of speech, but a statement of fact.
Game stacked the cards neatly in his hands. As if he had seen through everyone's thoughts, his childish voice rang out teasingly.
"Oh my, don't be so anxious, everyone. The price isn't settled midway through the game."
"Only when the game is completely over, or when a player loses all their chips, will I collect everything at once."
He deliberately emphasized the words "at once," while his smile remained pure and harmless.
"Before then, these chips are just numbers, game currency, perfectly safe."
Even so,