The Answer Isn't Magical at All (Tragic)

What the hell? What kind of award was this now?!

Wearing a shocked expression, Cong Yu looked at his "temporary Credit Points" and found that the number had increased by five hundred thousand.

So it was just a minor "tenfold" prize...

No! Why? Why had this happened?

Cong Yu could not help frowning, unexpectedly at a loss for what to do. "Um... I think the casino may have adjusted the parameters."

In response...

"Haha... you have a point... But I just hope I don't end up facing you in later games. See you around!"

"I'll yield. Go easy on me later."

"Damn it, I should've teamed up with you."

"Can you really control machines or luck?"

"..." All the gamblers could do was sigh in various ways. They were all outstanding people who had been selected, so they would not be jealous or resentful.

Besides, this was not where their main talents lay.

If they had seen that Cong Yu's "gambling skills" were exceptionally strong, they might have felt somewhat competitive.

But Cong Yu had proven through the Cosmic Gambling Machine and the previous Russian Roulette that his gambling skills were still hard to judge...

His luck, however, was definitely terrifyingly strong.

A guy like that was not particularly reassuring as a teammate. But as an opponent, he was absurdly troublesome.

They could only hope they would not encounter him too soon.

After everyone dispersed again, Cong Yu remained deep in thought. He was certain that something was wrong...

With the hesitant thought of I definitely didn't do anything, Cong Yu could not find any answer or anomaly in his past experiences.

Whether before arriving in this era, back on Earth, or after coming to the interstellar age, Cong Yu's luck had never been earth-shattering.

In the end, he could