Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch C.394 - 380: Who Talks About Morality With You in the Game?

Chapter 394: Chapter 380: Who Talks About Morality With You in the Game?

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Lincoln didn’t know how to count cards.

But according to what he had seen in movies, even if you could count cards, you would still need a teammate to cooperate and give you some hidden hints.

Like Super Tomato, who just sat at the table alone, ignoring everything else, and tried to count cards. Lincoln had only seen this in mahjong games.

As for whether or not Super Tomato actually managed to count the cards, Lincoln wasn’t quite sure.

But he watched with his own eyes as Super Tomato’s calm expression slowly crumbled, and his chips gradually decreased until only three poor ones were left…

Leaving the gambling table, Super Tomato was somewhat silent.

After a moment, he seemed to find the reason and said, “It should be due to too few samples. Let me try again.”

Then, without saying anything more, he turned around and exchanged another 100,000 chips before sitting back at the table.

This time, there was indeed an improvement. Super Tomato won four games in a row, and his expression immediately became lively.

However, after these four wins, his luck ran out, and the plot of losing chips bit by bit was staged once again.

“It should be because I’m not skilled enough with the algorithm. I’ve got the feel for it this time!”

Super Tomato wasn’t willing to accept defeat and exchanged another 100,000 chips.

Then, in the following half an hour, he lost all his chips once more.

When he left the gambling table again, he could no longer smile.

But just when everyone thought he would exchange another 100,000 chips, Super Tomato decisively stopped: “I can’t play anymore. Playing any more would be no longer testing but purely gambling based on luck.”

“Pure luck games have no appeal to me.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he immediately realized it was inappropriate and hastily added: “I’m not saying that luck games aren’t fun, but I personally have no interest in this type of gameplay.”

As he spoke, he had already left the casino main door and returned to the church to start the sniping mission.

In the modified workshop, Yi spent all his money and returned to the church to complete tasks as a broke guy once more.

Similarly, at the church entrance, Yelang, wearing only his underwear, squatted dejectedly by the main street.

He had already tested it: his underwear wouldn’t “explode.”

After confirming this, he stubbornly tried several times to fight his way through but failed miserably each time.

Afterward, he changed his strategy and tried sneaking around, but he was caught three times in a row by the tight security, each time ending in a violent death.

Now he was squatting by the roadside, looking as closed-off and miserable as a homeless dog.

By comparison, Camille Victoria fared much better.

She discarded her big gun and used her pistol to quickly shoot empty magazines. After shooting, she directly threw the entire gun away without bothering to waste time reloading.

After throwing two guns, she quickly switched to her double knives and started slashing!

And she had become smarter, running and slashing at the same time. Assisted by her skills, she stepped on the church’s rows of benches, gracefully and agilely running and jumping, her attacks deadly!

of course, the scene in the screen now was Camille Victoria’s fifth attempt using cold weapons, and even her [Cold Weapon Mastery] skill had leveled up twice during the process.

Inside the church, Camille Victoria felt freer and more skilled with each run and slash!

On one hand, the dynamic difficulty system adjusted the difficulty of the battle to gradually decrease.

On the other hand, Camille Victoria was getting more and more accustomed to the rhythm of the fight, with the terrain, experience, and skill bonuses continuously improving.

Combined, Camille Victoria found the once excruciatingly difficult combat that left her with almost no room to counter, becoming increasingly easier, even feeling a bit effortless, like slicing through vegetables!

With two swift slashes, the last two enemies fell!

Camille Victoria shook off her double knives and struck a cool ending pose, ready to be met by cheers from the live broadcast room audience.

However, [Combat Sensing] suddenly sounded an alarm!

In haste, she tried to dodge, but

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It was already too late.

Her vision went dark once again.

In the church opposite, Camille Victoria respawned at the same spot.

After a few seconds of silence, Camille Victoria pulled out her knives from her back and furiously slammed them on the ground: “What a rip-off!”

“Someone actually shot me with a black gun!”

“I fought 100 people! After all the hardships and finally winning, I got sniped?!!”

Camille Victoria’s mental state exploded, gasping for breath, almost as if her asthma had acted up. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

The sudden reversal of the situation, coupled with Camille Victoria’s meltdown, instantly tickled the audience’s funny bone:

“Hahahaha, utterly satisfying.”

“Surprised? Shocked?!”

“I’ve held my tongue for so long just to wait for this moment.”

“Lincoln’s Malice.”

Off-screen, Lincoln couldn’t help but laugh.

Until Mavis shook his arm.

“What’s wrong?” He looked down at Mavis.

Mavis didn’t answer. Instead, she raised both hands, conjuring an electronic clock out of thin air.

The time displayed was

[11:50]

“What?!” Lincoln straightened up in an instant, “Is it lunchtime already?”

“Mhm, mhm, mhm,” Mavis nodded repeatedly.

“I lost track of time this morning, and we haven’t even started work yet!” Lincoln felt uneasy.

“And now, heading to the canteen is a bit late!”

Cloud Dream had already partnered with the park’s restaurant so that Cloud Dream employees could use a unified meal card. Cloud Dream would settle the accounts at the end of the month.

As a result, Lincoln habitually referred to the restaurant as a “canteen.”

“There’s no need to worry, sir. The bodyguard has already bought lunch for the master!”

Feeling relieved, Lincoln prepared to go offline and eat.

As for the planned “Battlefield” skirmish module they were supposed to work on in the morning…