All Chapters of Crazy System! Turning Me Into an Unrivaled God!: Chapter 211
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The Warden, having heard Fang Zhe’s cold threat, dared not delay for even a single second. With violently trembling hands, he frantically ransacked his desk drawer, pulling out a special imperial golden parchment scroll and a bottle of spiritual blood ink."R-Right away, Young Master! This servant will handle it immediately! Please wait a moment!" the Warden uttered in a panic, instantly scratching the quill across the parchment and channeling his Qi to activate the prison's legal seal.Fang Zhe merely stood with his arms crossed, his expression completely indifferent. Beside him, Faiye was still trying to process the reality that he now held supreme authority over thousands of ruthless prisoners, while Lei Ba bowed respectfully, fully aware that the hierarchy between them had completely shifted.However, in the midst of the quiet administrative process...CRASH!The door to the Warden’s office was once again flung open brutally. A prison guard with somewhat disheveled armor rushed in
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Aunt Mei loosened her embrace, casting a compassionate glance toward Erina before turning her gaze to her nephew to see how the young man would respond.Fang Zhe merely let out a short sigh. His facial expression returned to its usual flat demeanor, but there was no flash of anger or resentment in his golden eyes. He reached out and gently patted Erina on the head—a simple gesture that instantly caused the girl's sobbing to quiet down a bit."Let it go. What's done is done; I don't want to discuss it further. Besides, I am completely fine," Fang Zhe said in a calm yet authoritative tone, sweeping away all the lingering guilt that had been weighing heavily on them.Hearing those words, Doctor Irma smiled in relief, while Erina slowly wiped away her tears, though she still let out an occasional hiccup.However, amidst this emotional moment, Uncle Lu, who had been observing the situation from the start, suddenly furrowed his brows. His sharp eyes scanned the massive, wide-open gates of t
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Fang Zhe stopped in his tracks in the middle of the shop's lobby. His calm gaze swept across his employees, who were now staring at him as if looking at a god descending from the heavens. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips. "Siska, Tao, Bimo. I am back," Fang Zhe said. His deep, stable baritone voice instantly brought a magical sense of serenity that quelled the panic inside the shop. "Do not let my presence disrupt the shop's business. Keep working and serve the customers well, just as usual." "Y-Yes, Young Master!" Siska and Tao replied in unison, hurriedly wiping away their tears as their spirits suddenly surged manifold, and they returned to their respective posts. After quelling the commotion downstairs, Fang Zhe walked up the stairs toward the upper floor, followed by Aunt Mei, Uncle Lu, Doctor Irma, and Erina. He pushed open the door to his private room—a room he had sorely missed after spending a week languishing inside the cold, blood-scented stone ce
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Hearing the unified declaration booming inside his private room, Fang Zhe felt as if the very foundations of his cultivation were being shaken by a high-magnitude earthquake. "Y-You guys..." Fang Zhe stammered. For the first time, his golden eyes darted around anxiously, refusing to look directly into the eyes of the three women before him. The initially faint flush now gradually crept up from his neck to his cheeks, and all the way to the tips of his ears. Seeing the invincible "Young Master" now looking like a cornered rabbit, Doctor Irma could not suppress her triumphant smile. She stepped an inch closer, until Fang Zhe could feel her warm breath. "What's the matter, Fang Zhe? Could you not predict this situation?" Doctor Irma teased, her tone a sweet yet intimidating whisper. "Or do the three of us need to kiss you once more so you can think clearly?" "Don't... don't act rashly," Fang Zhe cut in quickly, his hands reflexively rising into the air as if blocking an enemy's str
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The wretched wooden bed creaked loudly as it violently groaned under the sudden weight of four people at once. Driven by Erina’s overly enthusiastic movement and Dr. Irma losing her balance, the three of them tumbled forward, crashing right into Fang Zhe, who was already cornered against the headboard.In a matter of milliseconds, the private room that had just been filled with an aura of romantic intimidation instantly devolved into a scene of chaotic awkwardly.'T-this is...' he thought to himself.Fang Zhe lay flat on the mattress, holding his breath. Above him, the three women were tangled on top of one another in a thoroughly intimate, disheveled pile. Erina's face landed smack against Fang Zhe’s broad chest, while Dr. Irma half-pinned the youth’s legs down, her messy long hair draping over part of his face. Aunt Mei found herself at the very top, trying to steady herself by bracing her hands against Fang Zhe's shoulders, leaving only a few centimeters of space between their face
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The moment he set foot onto the glittering outer courtyard of the Pavilion of Heavenly Fortune's Casino, Fang Zhe halted his steps beneath the shadow of a massive stone pillar. With a single thought, he accessed his dimensional storage space.Sret.An elegant, minimalist silver mask with a dragon motif appeared in his palm. The mask did not only serve to conceal his handsome face, but it also possessed a low-grade magical effect to blur the spiritual vision of ordinary people, preventing them from piercing through his disguise.After putting on the mask, Fang Zhe walked firmly past the heavily guarded casino gates.The atmosphere inside the casino stood in stark contrast to the cold night air outside. The smoke of cigars, the clinking of alcohol glasses, the crisp laughter of aristocrats, and the frustrated shouts of gamblers blended into a noisy melody of greed.Before heading to the main gaming tables—specifically the number-guessing area that was his primary target—Fang Zhe strolle
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Once inside the room...The number-guessing game table before him was surrounded by a dozen or so chubby, middle-aged men in luxurious suits and socialite women flaunting their glittering jewelry.In the center of the table, an ancient bronze bowl engraved with a rooster sat tightly overturned upon the black marble surface, concealing three number-spinning dice that had just been shaken by the dealer."Betting closes in ten seconds! Please place your chips on your chosen number!" the dealer called out loudly, his eyes sweeping across the crowd of gamblers who were beginning to pile stacks of chips worth thousands of dollars onto the number combinations they deemed lucky.'Hehehe?! The God's Eyes?!' Fang Zhe chuckled inwardly as his God's Eyes immediately flared to life, peering through the bowl to inspect the numbers on the three dice inside.'Twelve, huh?' Fang Zhe thought.And then...Tap! Tap! Tap!Amidst the hustle and bustle of the high-stakes betting, a set of calm footsteps app
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With a hand that was still slightly trembling, the dealer pushed the stack of chips worth $5,000 toward Fang Zhe.However, the shock on the dealer’s face was quickly replaced by a sour grimace. As a veteran dealer at the Sky Fortune Pavilion, he felt as though his pride had been utterly trampled upon by a mysterious youth with a measly starting capital.He straightened his posture, folding his arms across his chest while snorting loudly to reclaim his collapsed dignity."Hmph! Don't get ahead of yourself, kid!" the dealer sneered, deliberately raising his voice so that all the spectators around the table could hear him. "Everyone in this casino knows that in the game of gambling, Lady Luck loves to play jokes from time to time by granting wins to poor beggars! That was purely beginner's luck, nothing more!"Hearing the dealer’s words, the wealthy gamblers who had been briefly amazed instantly nodded in agreement. Their elitist pride made them refuse to believe that the masked youth be
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"T-This... is impossible!"The dealer’s words choked in his throat, suffocated by a sudden, suffocating cold air. His hand holding the bronze bowl froze mid-air, trembling so violently that the bowl clinked softly.The veteran gambler's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he watched the third die slowly come to a halt, revealing red dots that formed a perfect alignment.6, 6, 6.Triple Sixes. A total of eighteen!"T-Triple sixes?! Total of eighteen?!" shrieked the plump man who had been laughing the loudest earlier. The expensive cigar between his fingers slipped out, burning the velvet carpet without him even noticing. His face, previously flushed with laughter, was now deathly pale, as if he had just seen a ghost in broad daylight.The entire Pavilion of Heavenly Fortune instantly fell silent—a silence so dense before it finally exploded into utter pandemonium!"Insane! The payout ratio for a specific triple eighteen is one to a hundred and eighty!" a senior gambler's hysteri
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Hearing Fang Zhe’s urging, the dealer felt like a death row inmate waiting for the executioner’s axe to fall. With his entire body drenched in cold sweat, he forced his stiff fingertips to touch the surface of the bronze bowl.Sreeek...The bowl was lifted agonizingly slow. The heartbeats of everyone inside the Pavilion of Heavenly Fortune seemed to stop simultaneously.When the cover was completely removed, the lights of the casino chandelier reflected off the three motionless dice: 1, 1, 2. A total of four!"S-Small... A perfect flat four!" shrieked a casino supervisor in the corner of the room who had been monitoring the game. His voice pitched high from sheer, unadulterated shock.BOOOM!"Jackpot again! He actually hit consecutive jackpots!""Nine hundred thousand dollars multiplied by the payout ratio... By the heavens, this casino's money is being drained completely dry!"The hysterical uproar of the wealthy gamblers erupted like a flood. The plump man even tumbled from his chai