After using the cheat, I traveled through time with a full-level account

In the God of Gamblers' mansion, Chen Yang and Soloen stood at the gatehouse, looking at each other.

"Do you have a key?"

"Uh... no, boss."

Soloen looked at the closed door of the God of Gamblers' home and scratched his head.

"Then how the hell do I get in?"

Chen Yang knocked on the door again. He had knocked several times, but no one paid attention to him.

He looked at the invitation, which should have the key, but this guy lost it.

"It's okay, boss, watch me."

Soloen smiled, stretched out his hand to hold the door handle, and pulled hard, but it didn't move at all.

"Don't bother, forget it, I'll just get the props."

Chen Yang was rummaging in his bag, and he heard the sound of the door lock being opened. He turned back in surprise, and Soloen had already opened the door and invited him in.

"How did you do it?"

"Open the door normally, boss."

"Isn't it locked?"

"I don't know, boss. All the doors opened by themselves after I pulled them a few times."

Chen Yang looked up and down at Thorone with wide eyes. This guy seems to have some truth. No wonder he didn't even have the underwear left for the royal family.

Now that things have come to this, let's go in first.

Looking at the decorations inside, it is almost the same as the mansions of the nobles of the Augustus Empire, but slightly different, and it looks more luxurious.

After a quick look around, there are not many people, so Chen Yang stepped into the yard.

What came into view was a clear fountain, and the marble slabs under his feet extended to the depths of the yard, behind a house.

There was a lantern hanging on the left, brand new and bright, reflecting golden light in the sun, and a table and chairs were placed below, with dice cups and cards on top.

Chen Yang walked along the stone road and came to the front door at the back of the house. This house was very strange, and the direction of the door was opposite to the main door.

The doors and windows were still closed, and there was no sign of anyone.

Unlike the front yard, this place was full of decay and desolation. The door panels had peeled paint, the walls were covered with mud spots and inexplicable traces, and the grass on the ground had grown to the height of the calf, swaying in the wind.

Something seemed wrong here.

"Where did the God of Gamblers go?"

Invitations were sent but no one showed up? No one led the way, so did the invitees have to wait?

"Hiss, Boss, I feel something is wrong."

Thoron took a breath, picked up the chips scattered on the ground, and took a look.

"What's wrong?"

"We seem to have gone the wrong way."

"???"

Thoron slapped his thigh and shouted.

"Yes! Boss, we really went the wrong way!"

"Where is this?"

"We went the wrong way. I was wondering why it looked so strange. It seems to be..."

Soloen stroked the chips in his hand and said mysteriously, "It seems to be an abandoned house!"

"..."

After leaving the house, Soloen locked the door again and took Chen Yang to the God of Gamblers' Mansion.

Then, Chen Yang accidentally broke into four houses, ran into five casinos, and was forced to go to the toilet twice.

"If you can't find it this time, I will beat you to death."

"What is death? Boss?"

Chen Yang's face was dark. He stretched out his hand to summon the radar man. After confirming the direction, he went straight to the destination.

"Get out! I am really brain-dead. I can't hang around with you for a day."

......

God of Gamblers Florence, he has never lost in his time in Aesirion.

As a real gambler, he does not desire eternal victory and countless wealth. He only enjoys the process of gambling.

Every thrilling moment, every nervousness before the opening of the cards, every time the chips were deposited and lost, made him fall in love with it all.

But he hadn't lost for a long time, and he had almost forgotten the fun of gambling.

It was like being "cursed", Florence would never "lose" again, and the sense of expectation disappeared completely in his life with every accelerated heartbeat, which made him completely unacceptable.

He was fed up with endless upgrades, and he longed for a defeat.

Therefore, he paid attention to every day in the gambling city of Eserien, and every person who always won, inviting him to come to his mansion for a big gamble.

Florence looked at the time, it was already late, and for some reason today's challenger hadn't arrived yet.

Da Da Da --

The footsteps sounded, and Florence thought it was his own servants-those losers who lost miserably.

"Mr. God of Gamblers, we finally meet, it's really not easy along the way."

Chen Yang took off his coat familiarly and handed it to Soroen, sitting opposite Florence, looking at this middle-aged, amiable uncle.

"You are? Gao Yang?"

Folence naturally knew the gentleman who won a lot of money yesterday, Gao Yang, that was his name.

He was going to invite him every day, but for some reason he came to the door on his own.

How did he get in?

"Gao Yang... um, yes, I am."

Chen Yang smiled and nodded, taking out the invitation from his pocket.

"Huh? I remember I haven't given you the invitation yet."

"This invitation..."

"I stole it! Awesome!"

Soloen shouted proudly, his eyes proud, his chest and head held high, full of vigor, completely ignoring the dark face of Chen Yang, and ran to Florence with his gambling god suit.

"Hey, your ring is really beautiful, can you give it to me? If you don't give it to me, I will steal it."

"Soloen."

Chen Yang called his name in a smooth, gentle and relaxed voice.

"Yes! Boss!"

"Get back here."

"oh."

Florence laughed twice, pointed at the wilting Soron and clapped his hands: "Hahaha, you are so interesting."

"Hehehe...yeah..." Chen Yang smiled.

"So, Gao Yang, what is your purpose of coming here today?"

"Of course I want to have a bet with you, Mr. God of Gamblers."

"My boss is going to win you over!"

"...I should get Ichabod to sew your mouth shut."

Thoron ran to the flower pot in the distance and whistled.

"Hahaha, is that so? That's really good."

Frances looked directly into Chen Yang's eyes and said sincerely and expectantly: "I really hope you can win me over, Gao Yang, I really hope."

"Why, no one wants to lose."

France looked out the window with a smile and sighed lightly. The sunlight was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

"I felt the same way before, Gao Yang."

Frances' voice couldn't hide his loneliness: "But as a gambler, the alternation of losing and winning is the fun of gambling. Just like all gamblers, they win a few games, lose everything, and then become red-eyed. Get lost in it.”

"When you are in the casino and you have no rivals, gambling is no longer gambling, because there is no randomness and there is only a result that you can see at a glance."

Chen Yang touched his chin, chewing on the other person's words.

He had never really gambled. His parents and teachers had warned him to stay away from that kind of thing since he was a child.

When he came here, he had indeed made two bets, but he did not have any thoughts of "sinking". In the final analysis, he had the confidence.

Because he knows that as long as he wants to win, he will win, because he has many ways to win.

Without the feeling of all-or-nothing, you would not experience the tension of walking on the sword.

"What you say makes sense, sir."

"Haha, just a little emotion. After all, after such a long time, no matter whether I win or lose, I have actually become at peace."

Frances reached out and picked up the book on the table and showed Chen Yang the cover, which read "Hometown Wild Flowers".

"What I'm looking for now is more about the past that was ruined by gambling, and the future that I will face if I give up gambling. The so-called desire to fail is just saying goodbye to something that has been with me all my life."

He took out a dice and placed it gently on the table, moving carefully.

"Maybe as you get older, you always like to nag. Young man, I want to give you some advice."

"Say it, Mr. God of Gamblers."

"Any chips are cold and will never be as warm as mother's bowl of broth."

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