Seizing the BOSS Template at the Start-Chapter 227 - 140: Evil Thought Specialization +1

BANG!

A gunshot rang out, and the pitch-black bullet flew straight ahead, hitting Eugene's forehead directly.

He didn't dodge. This gamble wasn't about life or death; it was just about determining victory or defeat. So, even a mortal could withstand such a bullet with their body.

Clatter~

In front of Baiyi, the stakes automatically appeared, a large pile of minerals and other high-value resources piled up on the table, forming a small mountain that separated the two.

Baiyi didn't rush to pick up the items but instead asked lightly, "Is this all a devil can do? You're already penniless. If I raise my stakes now, what can you use to bet with me?"

Eugene showed no expression. At this moment, he felt the emotions of those who played games with him—despair and helplessness.

It seemed like the person across from him knew his next move, as well as all his cards.

No matter what he did, he would lose. Compared to himself, he felt that the person in front was more like a devil.

Eugene took a deep breath, with a slight tremor in his voice: "The value on me is not enough to pay your stake. Either you say what you fancy, and we'll continue to the third round, or you declare victory and return to where you came from."

Baiyi laughed, "Actually, you've underestimated yourself."

He stood up, picking up the space ring, the blood pool wooden box, and two large soul crystal cores.

He re-imprinted his aura on the space ring, approached the devil, and pointed at the pile of valuable treasures, "All of these things are yours. If I just want your next bet, then you'll have a chance to get everything back. What do you think?"

Eugene paused, looking at Baiyi with a hint of panic. What's going on? Who is this person?

Why does this line sound so familiar? This is the philosophy of squeezing out the last drop of value!

Have I met a peer? Is this person's skill far above mine? Is the space ring actually empty? Is this person a Demon Duke?

So a soul can be so heavy on the scales of value?

A burst of complex thoughts exploded, although there were many flaws proving this was an extraordinary person, he couldn't help but think along these lines.

Because only a devil would understand his tricks, and only an older devil would leave him powerless.

The ice on his face cracked a little as he cautiously asked, "What do you want?"

Baiyi paused, smiling, "You see, in the third round of this gamble, let's have the Rule of Hell set both our strengths to the golden lower tier, shall we?"

"The same strength, one-on-one, a life-and-death match, isn't it fair?"

"In other words, you don't need to put up anything for the third round; the only thing required is for Hell to limit your tier, how about it?"

Eugene's eyes lit up. Whether this person is a Demon Duke or more devilish than a devil among the human race.

With the help of the Rule of Hell, the balance of power is absolute.

He might have a chance to kill him!

But then he hesitated again. This gamble seemed all too fair, and Baiyi's pursuit of it unnerved him.

There's an old adage: The more an enemy desires something, the less you should let them have it.

Yet this was his only chance. If Baiyi left, his millennia of savings would instantly be wiped clean.

Should he gamble on killing him, or just survive, hide in Hell, and never come out again?

Even for a devil, it was a difficult decision.

After a moment of silence, Eugene's reason finally overcame his desire, "Sorry, this human gentleman, within the rules, I don't set...."

"How about this, I remain at the golden lower tier, and you at the middle tier, how about that?" Baiyi interrupted the devil's words, trying to negotiate.

Unless you can break the rule of Hell, trying to kill a devil who sets up gambling games would require using the rules of Hell. Within the rules, everything is negotiable.

Eugene was stunned, observing Baiyi silently. This human genuinely didn't seem to regard him as a devil. A tier ten gap isn't something easily bridged.

But since he had made up his mind, he wouldn't change his decision, "Sorry, human gentleman, I only play games within the rules."

This time, Baiyi was genuinely a bit disappointed. He hadn't killed a legendary figure yet, but if he didn't weaken this legendary figure, there was no way to win. Although it's a tier-one legendary, a legendary is a legendary.

Unless he reaches level seventy or above, he wouldn't even consider a one-on-one with a legendary.

A legendary can become the ruler of a country. Even the vast Dawn Federation has only two legendary figures. It's clear how valuable a legend is.

"Then let's start the third round. The four checkpoints outside and the Evil Ghost Jungle you just collected are considered your assets, right?"

As Baiyi's voice trailed off, Eugene fell silent once more. But in the first round, he himself had set three rounds of games, so as long as Baiyi wasn't defeated, the game could continue.

He couldn't refuse, so Eugene, who had become exceptionally silent, nodded in affirmation of Baiyi's words.

"But these things don't match the value of this pile of treasures," Baiyi said with some difficulty, scrutinizing Devil Eugene.

Eugene, with a blank expression, replied, "Even if it's not enough, there's nothing I can do, as all my assets have been lost to you."

He had already resolved to survive today, to enter Hell and work under a Demon Duke, never returning to this damned Xia again.

Baiyi smiled, "However, if I'm not mistaken, the attributes of your clothes should be quite impressive, and the feathers on your wings are also a good kind of magic material. Although still not matching the value of these treasures, they're barely enough."