A Chance to Prove Himself

The white-glowing chessboard slowly dimmed, eventually turning into a dark gray. An invisible force lifted Russell and the twelve hibernation pods and slowly moved forward, stopping at the second square.

Russell squatted on the ground, speechless for a long time. After the dice were thrown, they disappeared without a trace, but the glaring 1 point occupied his retina like a visual persistence, deeply hurting his self-esteem.

What's this? Are you mocking his bad luck?

"No, no, no, that's impossible! Even if my luck were terrible, something so absurd wouldn't happen. So..."

"This is punishment, God's punishment for cheaters. Anyone who tries to exploit loopholes will be mercilessly punished."

"That's right, that's exactly it!"

Russell found his reasoning increasingly convincing and eventually convinced himself. He stood up, invigorated, and declared, "This 1 doesn't prove my luck. Give me another chance, and I'm sure I can roll a 6!"

Bite!

A crisp notification sound rang out, and the indifferent voice of the Supreme God echoed throughout every corner of the second square. Only then did Russell notice that the surrounding space was gray.

[Attention Reincarnator: The current Independence Day World War has ended. Humanity is the victor. Please continue rolling the dice.]

"It's over. Humanity is the victor..."

The Supreme God's hint revealed the information, meaning that all time in the 20 War World is synchronized. This is a good thing for Russell, as he has the opportunity to contact other Reincarnator, greatly increasing his chances of triggering the lottery.

However, none of this is the most important thing. For Russell, whose self-esteem has been severely damaged, his chance to prove himself has come. He can roll the dice again and use a 6 to wash away the slander against his luck!

(◣_◢)

In an instant, Russell's eyes changed. With Adamantium Blade in hand, he strode towards the twelve hibernation pods.

It was the same familiar hibernation pod, and the same familiar Reincarnator. Russell pried open the hibernation pod and, with a combination of forehand and backhand slaps, woke the man who was sleeping like a log.

"Eek~~~"

"My face hurts! Who are you? Why do you keep hitting me..."

Bang!

The dice fell through the air, and Russell knocked the unfortunate guy unconscious with a karate chop—the same familiar angle, the same familiar force.

Russell closed the hibernation pod again, took a deep breath, held the dice, raised his hands high, and let the dice free fall.

The dice hit Russell's foot when it landed, and he rolled forward, bouncing and hopping, for seven or eight meters.

Russell tiptoed after them, his heart pounding, barely daring to breathe. Only when he saw the dice rolling slower and slower, revealing six black dents, did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

It wasn't over yet. The die, revealing the top six, didn't stop immediately but stubbornly rolled forward one more time.

5 o'clock!

It wasn't 6 o'clock, but 5 o'clock was still quite a lot. It was within Russell's acceptable range. He wiped away the cold sweat that had broken out and said that it was a small matter and he wouldn't take it to heart.

But it wasn't over yet. The dice, which had almost stopped rolling, flipped over again, revealing a bright 1 in Russell's wide eyes.

The little red dot is so bright it's eye-catching!

"..."

Russell clutched his heart, feeling an overwhelming malice surging from all directions, sucking away the air and making it hard to breathe.

An invisible force reappeared, carrying him and the twelve hibernation pods into the third chessboard, which was still a gray area.

Russell muttered to himself, oblivious to his surroundings. "No, the dice hit my foot when it landed, otherwise it would have been a 6... Give me another chance, I can definitely do it!"

A notification sound rang out; the opportunity had arrived.

[Attention Reincarnator! The current World War Zombie World War has ended. The zombies are the victors. Please continue rolling the dice.]

"The zombies won? The Reincarnator entered this world are a bit depressed!"

Russell was slightly taken aback, then a sinister smile appeared on his face. He walked towards the familiar hibernation pod, pried it open with his knife, and found the same familiar Reincarnator.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Four hard slaps later, the unlucky guy slowly woke up, opening his eyes in a daze. "That hurts, what happened..."

The moment the dice appeared, Russell's hand chopped down, and he slammed the hibernation pod shut. Holding the dice, he went to an open space.

"I refuse to believe it! This time it definitely... it definitely won't be 1 o'clock!"

With a fierce remark, Russell tossed the dice, his eyes fixed on it. The dice didn't keep him waiting long; after rolling four or five times, it boldly revealed the number 1 at the top.

"..."

I'm so tired, I just want to die!

"What excuse should I use this time? Air resistance, uneven ground, a slight tremor when throwing, the dice's design not being aerodynamically sound..."

There is no greater sorrow than a broken heart. Russell was torn: should he prove it one more time?

An unseen force led Russell and the twelve hibernation pods to the fourth chessboard. Upon seeing the gray surroundings, Russell knew that his chance to prove himself had come again.

[Attention, Reincarnator! The current war in the Avatar world has ended. The Na'vi are the victors. Please continue rolling the dice.]

Hearing the prompt from the main god, Russell remained silent for a long time before quietly walking towards the familiar hibernation pod. He quietly pried it open with his knife and then slapped it several times.

"Waaaaah~~~"

The man, his cheeks swollen, slowly awoke, tears welling in his eyes, his expression full of resentment. "Don't hit me yet, let me finish what I have to say..."

Bang!

The man skillfully fell unconscious, but Russell, holding the dice, remained silent. Should he roll it again and get a 1, or give up and let someone else try?

After a while, Russell took the man's hand and had him grab the dice and throw them out.

"I was too stubborn! Luck is such a mysterious and elusive thing, it's inexplicable and hard to explain, so what's the point of proving it!" Russell shook his head calmly, looking as if he had made a breakthrough in his spiritual realm and was now unfazed by the collapse of the sky.

The dice stopped rolling, and Russell watched with a detached, indifferent expression.

6 o'clock!

"Hehe..."

At this moment, Russell remained unfazed, giving a forced smile and scoffing, "It's only 6 o'clock, what does that prove? Do you think I care?"

He shook his head slightly, turned around, picked up the familiar man, and slapped him several times.

Yes, he cares!

The unfortunate fellow's cheeks were swollen high. He barely opened his eyes and begged for mercy, "Big brother, just give me a quick death..."

Bang!

With a karate chop, Russell, too lazy to waste words with the other party, delivered a few more slaps before finally releasing his grip, feeling refreshed, and closing the hibernation pod.

Supported by an unseen force, Russell and the twelve hibernation pods arrived at the tenth square of the chessboard. There were only 20 worlds in total, and half of them were gone in just a few slaps, leaving him sighing with disbelief.

"Wow, what great luck!"