All Chapters of Crazy System! Turning Me Into an Unrivaled God!: Chapter 221
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The name Fang Zhe, which should have been buried in the dust after his encounter with Han Ling, suddenly resurfaced as a new and far more terrifying threat—a mysterious figure who had just frozen fifty trillion dollars of his assets.However, as the lord of the night who had built this gambling empire, the Grand Lord quickly suppressed his panic. A calm wave of his hand instantly halted the gamblers who had been scrambling to help carry Fang Zhe's chips for the one-million-dollar bonus."There is no need for you to carry them... Now, as a punishment, you will bring all those chips into my private room."The Grand Lord’s gaze now locked onto the masked man in front of him. In an instant, the silent atmosphere of the room shifted into a new battlefield of mental warfare."Fifty trillion dollars..." The Grand Lord stepped forward, his majestic robe sweeping across the black marble floor."Yes, that's the exact amount. I want to cash it out immediately."Hearing this, the Grand Lord chuck
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The smirk beneath the Grand Lord's mask widened even further, brimming with premature victory. He immediately turned around, leading Fang Zhe into his private quarters."A bold choice, young man. Follow me," the Grand Lord said swiftly.Before long...The double doors, crafted from black oak with pure gold carvings, parted slowly. Behind them lay a private VIP room that was far more magnificent, yet felt many times more intimidating. There were no longer crowds of small-time gamblers here. In this room, there was only an oval poker table lined with emerald-green velvet in the center, sheltered beneath a crystal chandelier that cast a dim, moody light.Fang Zhe stepped inside casually, while behind him, several servants with trembling hands pushed carts stacked with his fifty trillion dollars worth of chips.Inside this room, the atmosphere was dense with a meticulously concealed killing intent. Four chairs on one side of the table were already occupied by the rulers of the Pavilion of
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Seeing Fang Zhe still maintaining his relaxed sitting position without a single trace of panic, General Guan, who had been silent until now, finally released his Qi pressure.Swuuuung!"On the battlefield, overconfident people like you are the first to have their heads chopped off," General Guan growled. His heavy voice caused the glass of the chandelier above them to vibrate subtly.A dense, murderous aura suddenly blew fiercely through the room, weighing heavily on the chest of anyone inside.Wuuuuush!"The next card will be your coffin. If I were you, I would cut off my own hands rather than lose this fifty trillion dollars."The servant in the corner of the room even dropped to their knees, unable to withstand the pressure of General Guan's aura. But what about Fang Zhe?The dragon-masked man simply propped his chin up with one hand, while his other hand lazily pushed an additional stack of chips into the center of the table."So noisy," Fang Zhe muttered softly, almost like a bor
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Lord Big’s face flushed crimson beneath his mask. Shame, fury, and panic coalesced into a single destructive storm within his chest. He slammed his hand violently onto the table, cracking the green velvet down the center."Don't get cocky, you bastard!" Lord Big roared, his voice trembling with exploding rage."This isn't over yet! The Pavilion of Heavenly Fortune won't let you walk out of that door with your head held high! Let's play the next round!"Hearing Lord Big's desperation, Fang Zhe merely crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes, glinting with amusement, scanned the giant mountain of chips on the table before shifting to Lord Big with a look of utter derision."The next round?" Fang Zhe chuckled dryly.He then continued, "Lord Big, let’s be realistic... Two hundred and fifty trillion dollars... Even if your pavilion's assets are vast in this country... Do you really think I'm an idiot?""What is that supposed to mean?!"Fang Zhe took one step forward, slicing through the t
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The atmosphere inside the VIP room had now completely transformed into a psychological hell for some of the people present. The internal strife that had just been suppressed by Lord Big's death threat left deep traumatic scars on Luna and Ariel."Dealer... deal the cards," Lord Big commanded in a low tone that vibrated between overflowing rage and ambition.The dealer, whose hands were already drenched in cold sweat, began to reshuffle the deck with trembling fingers. This time, the sound of the cards shuffling sounded like the countdown of a death knell in Luna and Ariel's ears.Sret! Sret! Sret!The first two hole cards slid in front of each player.Fang Zhe immediately picked up his two cards with one hand, glanced at them briefly, and then placed them back face down.The corner of his lips beneath the dragon mask curled into an even more cynical smirk. Through his God's Eyes, he could not only see his own cards but also read the mental chaos ravaging the two women across from him.
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Thud!Ariel’s body tensed instantly before finally collapsing onto the green velvet table, spilling fresh blood that slowly flowed between the gambling chips and soaked into the tablecloth. The woman died on the spot, her eyes still wide, staring blankly at the ceiling of the room."L-Lord Big, you?!"Luna screamed hysterically, reflexively covering her mouth with both hands. Her entire body trembled so violently that she had to hold onto the back of her chair to keep from collapsing to the floor. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the cold sweat that drenched her visage, which was now as deathly pale as a shroud.Yet, Lord Big slowly lowered his arm. Wisps of smoke still curled from the muzzle of his pure gold revolver. Rolling the pistol's cylinder with a series of chilling click-click-clicks, he slowly turned his head toward Luna.Lord Big’s gaze beneath his mask was cold, empty, and laced with pure madness. His execution of Ariel just now was not merely the fulfillment of
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Instantly, the murderous intent of the Grand Master and General Guan exploded simultaneously.Stacks of hundreds of trillions in chips now piled up like a mountain in the center of the green velvet table, which was stained with Ariel’s blood. It was an absolute three-way siege: Luna’s Triple Aces, General Guan’s Triple Nines, and the Grand Master’s potential Royal Flush.In the face of this deadly entrapment, which mathematically locked his chances of winning at under one percent, Fang Zhe slowly released the chip he had been spinning between his fingers. The chip hit the table with a soft *ting*, yet it was enough to silence the echoes of the Grand Master’s laughter."You all always base your calculations on what you can see," Fang Zhe said, his voice drifting calmly, shattering the extreme tension in the room. "But you forget that in my presence, destiny is not about probability... it is about obedience."Fang Zhe did not touch the rest of his chips, as he had already gone All-In fr
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Fang Zhe halted the movement of his hand, which had been resting on the chips. Behind his minimalist silver mask, his eyes flashed with an amusement that was as playful as it was cold. He did not break General Guan’s tight grip on his forearm, choosing instead to simply leave it be."Wagering your lives now that your money has run out?" Fang Zhe chuckled softly, a sound that was utterly relaxed yet dripping with contempt. "Fascinating. This will certainly save me a lot of time cleaning up this place. Very well, I accept your trash wager."Upon hearing Fang Zhe's agreement, General Guan slowly withdrew his hand. The general exhaled a heavy breath, exhaling a military Qi aura that was incredibly solid and oppressive. At the far end of the table, the Grand Master remained silent, but the cylinder of his golden revolver cycled once more with a rhythmic clicking sound, signaling that he too consented to this madness as a final move to turn the tides."Dealer... deal the final cards," the G
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The hidden barrel at the tip of General Guan’s spear spat a bullet that roared furiously, ripping through the air with a velocity impossible for an ordinary mortal to evade.At the exact same time, the Grand Master, having completely lost his sanity, refused to be left behind. With a frenzied roar, his finger pulled the trigger of his pure gold revolver in rapid succession.BANG! BANG!Three golden bullets shot straight out, tearing through the remnants of the green velvet table, driving directly toward Fang Zhe’s forehead and heart.The distance between them was far too close, and the speed of those bullets was blindingly fast. Anyone in that position should have been obliterated into shreds of flesh within a matter of milliseconds.Yet, amid the storm of gunpowder and the deafening blasts of gunfire... Fang Zhe remained seated in absolute composure.He did not so much as blink behind his silver mask. His body leaned back casually in the grand master-chair, one hand still lazily prop
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Wuuuuuush!A bone-chilling, ice-cold aura suddenly erupted from Fang Zhe’s body, instantly sweeping away any remaining warmth inside the VIP room.Hearing such a casual yet horrifying admission, the Grand Master felt as though his heart had been bludgeoned by a giant mace. His brain throbbed painfully, forced to process information that completely defied his sense of logic."K-Killed him...?! You killed Han Ling?!" the Grand Master roared, his voice pitching into a frustrated, high-spirited shriek filled with absolute denial. "Liar! You must be bluffing! That is impossible!"The Grand Master shook his head wildly, his breathing turning shallower and more erratic behind his luxurious mask. He truly could not bring himself to believe a single word that came out of the young man’s mouth."Han Ling was no ordinary cultivator! He was an unmatched genius who had already stepped into the peak of the Spirit Gathering Realm! At his young age, he was a monster feared throughout the territories