Watching the ball come to a stop, the smile on Lu Ce’s mask turned downright twisted.

Tapping the roulette wheel lightly with one hand, to him, the fat guy in front looked like a puppet, countless strings on his body all held in Lu Ce’s grasp.

Like with just a flick, he could control the guy’s joy, anger, sorrow, and delight.

—Lust Mask ability, Emotion Control.

After adapting to the mask for this long and enduring its side effects, it was finally time to start using its powers.

At this moment, the fat guy’s eyeballs looked like they were about to pop out!

His body kept twitching slightly as he stared at the ball, mumbling:

“No way! No f***ing way...”

Of the three Stars he had, two had already drifted away like dust in the wind—just one left now.

Other nearby players who’d also heard what “Sin” said earlier were just as stunned, staring at the ball in disbelief—he really knew?

He knew why he didn’t bet?!

What the h**l is he doing?!

Everyone’s bet Stars scattered in the wind, while on Lu Ce’s side, a new bloody hole appeared on his arm.

But he didn’t care at all, smiling as he said to the fat guy:

“D*mn, bet you're feeling like smashing your head into a wall, huh? I already told you which one was the right one.”

“Then why didn’t you bet on it?! How did you know?” the fat guy looked completely lost.

“Do I owe you an explanation for how I think?” The expression on the Lust Mask turned cold in an instant.

Now his fists were clenched, face turning purple from holding it in, brain nearly short-circuiting.

He’d been watching the board forever, picked the two lowest-odds tracks—there were lots of grooves in that color, so the chances were higher.

And yet—nothing.

Now he was down to one last Star.

His inner greed and fear tangled together. If he lost one more time, it’d be all over.

He didn’t want nails driven through his hands and feet like that!

He wasn’t a freak like “Sin.” He couldn’t take it! He should’ve just exited earlier!

Dripping with sweat, the fat guy suddenly seemed to have an idea. He turned back toward “Sin” and asked in a shaky voice:

“B-Boss... can you tell me where it’ll land next time?”

“Oh? What’s in it for me...”

“I-I’ll serve you for life once I’m out of here! I’ll sell everything—my house, my stuff—and give you all my money!”

The fat guy started rambling nonsense, all about things after the Game, not mentioning a word about in-game items or Points.

Lu Ce had seen plenty of guys like this in the first Game—so many of them offering worthless real-world promises when faced with consequences.

“I-I’ll even give you my wife and daughter, whatever you want, please save me!”

Lu Ce’s mouth twitched, then the Lust Mask returned to that familiar grin.

“Oh? Why not throw in your mom too?”

“Sure! Take them all!”

“...Such a good son.”

Lu Ce shook his head, looked at the completely broken gambler in front of him, pointed at one of the tracks, and said:

“That one. Bet on that.”

That groove had relatively high odds, which meant the success rate was really low.

If he put in one Star and hit the mark, he’d win three back instantly!

Full recovery, everything he lost before wouldn’t matter anymore!

The fat guy’s eyes lit up immediately. He stammered:

“Are you... really serious?”

“Believe it or don’t. I’m betting on it myself,” Lu Ce said, placing his own bet on that track.

The fat guy bit down hard, took a deep breath, and threw his last Star onto the same groove!

A few of the others nearby also started getting tempted, thinking about betting on the same groove.

The fat guy panicked!

He instantly exploded, yelling to stop them.

“What the f***! What the f***! I traded my wife, daughter, and mom for this!”

“What’s that gotta do with us? We want to bet too!”

Right away, people started shoving, grabbing at each other.

And “Sin” just stood there watching coldly, like a young master enjoying a show.

The wheel began to spin.

As everyone’s hearts pounded like crazy, the seconds dragged on like centuries until the ball finally stopped bouncing.

—It landed nowhere near the spot “Sin” pointed out!

Everyone was stunned. No one reacted right away.

As the last Star vanished from the fat guy’s chest, forget turning red—he was turning black with rage!

“Hahahahahaha! You guys really believed me? I just pointed at a random one. You seriously thought I knew?!”

“C’mon, it’s just a game. Why so serious? Fun, right?”

The fat guy looked up, hollow-eyed, and let out a guttural roar as he lunged at Lu Ce. He actually tried to fight him.

But the Slime smacked him back with one quick slap, probably saving his life.

“Yoo.” Lu Ce was a little surprised. Guess his Emotion Control had finally started to work.

Rage, greed, inhumanity, blind trust, willing to lash out...

Controlling emotions was way easier than reasoning with people.

He wiped the blood off his arm again, looked down at the broken gambler with disdain, and said:

“Ever heard the phrase, ‘gamblers never die a good death’?”

“Also, before you step up to the table, you’re supposed to bet your life—not your family’s.”

“Thanks for the entertainment. And don’t forget your promise~.”

What happened around “Sin” only made the other players even more terrified.

Even if you didn’t bet against him, just being near him meant bad luck!

Anyone who tried that roulette wheel ended up losing more than they won. “Sin” could mess with their emotions with just a few words.

An hour and a half passed, and nobody dared step up to that giant roulette anymore!

But here’s the kicker: “Sin” hadn’t won either! His arm had several new bloody holes, and there was even a nail stuck in his left eardrum.

Still, he was having a blast—always choosing the highest-odds bets and dragging others into the same misery.

In this field, the so-called Strongest Player didn’t look strong at all. He wasn’t even in the top ranks—he was dead last!

The players with the most Stars now were Jiu Tian, Li Wei, and Yan Hong—all with five or more.

At the same time, no one was really approaching Xie Antong to bet either.

She’d become increasingly noticeable and still held the record for the most Stars in the field.

At the moment, she was sitting at a table, a deck of cards in front of her.

Behind her, a gloomy voice spoke up.

“Looks like out of the remaining players, you’re at the top.”

“Wanna team up? I’ve got a plan.”