Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Playing a bragging game with Superman is definitely one of the stupidest behaviors in the world.

Lincoln's muscle power can perfectly control any points he wants, and his clairvoyance can directly turn the original guess into a famous brand. Even worse, he can modify the points in a period of time before anyone can react.

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As long as Lincoln wanted to, he could win in many ways.

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Bang!

The dice cup was hit hard on the wooden board that was corroded by sea water and marine life. He didn't even look at the number on his dice cup. Davy Jones's little eyes were fixed on Lincoln, trying to find some clues in his eyes.

: "Three twos!"

"are you sure?"

Lincoln didn't even open the dice cup in front of him. He smiled at Davy Jones with interest: "If you lose this game, the next bet will be four crew members. By the way, how many crew members are there in your ship?"

crew?"

"I won't lose!" Davy Jones looked at Lincoln with anger in his eyes: "Next, you will give me the key, and then your soul!"

"Really?" A smile appeared at the corner of Lincoln's mouth, and he reached out to open his dice cup, revealing the five dice underneath, all of which were numbers above two: "It's your turn."

Looking at the five dice in front of Lincoln, Davy Jones's pupils shrank for an instant.

None of the five dice were one or two, which he had not expected. Now he only expected that his dice cup would produce three dice below three.

He opened the dice cup with a sigh and looked at the dice with one point, one two point and three other points. Davy Jones's eyes were full of disbelief.

The tentacles on his face were constantly twisting and twisting. He looked up at Lincoln, then at the dice in front of him, and was speechless for a long time: "Come again!"

"This time, the bet is four."

Lincoln waved the two sailors to stand behind him, and then he covered the dice cup and shook it casually: "I said it first, five to four. It's your turn."

This unprecedented gameplay confused Davy Jones.

Before he rolled the dice, Lincoln directly reported the number, which forced him to start guessing whether Lincoln directly rolled out five ones or five fours in his dice cup, so he dared to report it so boldly.

number.

Lincoln's previous two attempts to draw without looking at his dice cup convinced Davy Jones that Lincoln could roll out any number he wanted.

Davy Jones hadn't rolled the dice yet, but because of Lincoln's behavior, he was full of surprise and doubt. He looked down at the dice in front of him and gave up the idea of ​​not changing the number. After shaking it twice hesitantly,

He looked at Lincoln doubtfully: "Six..."

"open!"

Before Davy Jones could finish his voice, Lincoln opened his dice cup, then reached out to grab Davy Jones' hand that was holding the dice cup tightly: "It's time to open it."

"You!" Looking at Lincoln's numbers of 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6, Davy Jones was filled with shock and anger. As his dice cup was opened little by little, he knew that he had been cheated.

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The damn guy in front of him has been lying to himself from the beginning. If he didn't report after Lincoln reported five fours, he would be the winner at this time!

But now...

"I have seven crew members, and the next bet is eight. Davy Jones, how many rounds can your crew last? Two rounds? Or three rounds?"

"You're not going to win all the time!" Davy Jones, who had never suffered three consecutive defeats, gasped and roared: "You're not going to win all the time!"

"Who can say for sure?" Lincoln chuckled and looked at Davy Jones, whose anger began to occupy his brain and rationality: "Now, it's time for us to start the fourth round. This time you have to pay eight crew members."

Davy Jones didn't speak. He put five dice into the dice cup and shook them. After briefly glancing at the number, he looked at Lincoln fiercely: "A 2!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Lincoln looked at Davy Jones with pity in his eyes, flipped the dice at random and showed a mocking smile: "Three twos, do you dare to let me shoot?"

"You!" The pity in Lincoln's eyes and the sarcasm on his face deeply hurt Davy Jones' self-esteem.

Therefore, the suspicion formation was still well prepared, but Davy Jones, whose brain had lost his mind, was unable to analyze and obtain even a shred of valuable information from Lincoln.

The tentacles extending from his wrist pulled on the dice cup and kept squirming. His palms tightly grasped the dice cup, and he was once again forced to a dead end.

The numbers on his dice cup were a one, a two, two fives and a six. For Davy Jones, the number of three was absolutely correct, but Lincoln got stuck on three in advance.

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According to the rules on the Flying Dutchman, if the other party reports three dice points, you must report more dice values ​​until it is too high.

He wasn't sure what the numbers in Lincoln's dice cup were. It was possible that he didn't have a two, and he lost if he opened the dice, but it was also possible that there were more than one two.

Lincoln never opened his dice cup from beginning to end. From Davy Jones's perspective, everything is unknown.

Looking at Lincoln with a chuckle on his face, Davy Jones hesitated. After a long time, he hesitated: "Open, open!"

"What a pity..." Lincoln opened his dice cup, and two two points and three, four and six points came into view: "If you can report four twos above, I will lose. You didn't catch it."

This opportunity.”

As he spoke, Lincoln looked up at the pirates behind Davy Jones who had been arranged as bargaining chips: "Eight of you are mine."

Dull footsteps sounded from beside him, and Davy Jones, who was staring closely at the wooden table in front of him, twisted his hands as if scratching his heart and liver.

After a long silence, he suddenly raised his head: "Go on, I want to continue betting with you!"

"Of course no problem."

Lincoln nodded slightly, and then heard the almost crazy voice of Davy Jones: "Add one more person, this time, I bet you all the crew members on my ship except the first mate!"

"All crew members?" Lincoln narrowed his eyes and looked at Davy Jones: "Are you sure?"

"Let's start!" Davy Jones stretched out his hand and pulled his first mate to the gaming table: "You know what to do."

Looking at the threatening eyes of Davy Jones in front of him, the first officer's heart was full of awe and fear: "I, I understand!"

Bang!

Bang bang!

Three muffled sounds sounded, and the three people's dice cups were hit hard on the table. Lincoln calmly looked at the two people in front of him who had united everything, and laughed mockingly: "Fifteen sixes."

"Impossible!" Davy Jones laughed suddenly when he heard Lincoln's count: "Fifteen sixes, you are definitely losing, you are definitely losing!"

While laughing wildly, he reached out and suddenly lifted up his dice cup.

The moment a ray of light shone through the gap into the dice cup, the world slowed down.

Birds, fish, or ocean currents, the movement of everything seems to have stopped at this moment.

Lincoln stood up slowly and opened the dice cup belonging to Davy Jones and the first mate. He held out the dice with his fingers and placed them flat with six o'clock facing up. Then he restored the dice cup.

Snap!

After snapping his fingers, the world's movement resumed. In the next moment, Davy Jones's laughter stopped abruptly when the five sixes in his dice cup came to an end.

His eyes were filled with unbelievable shock, and his body could not help but tremble.

Beside him, the first mate was shocked when he looked at the numbers in Davy Jones' dice cup. He tremblingly opened his own dice cup.

What appeared in his eyes were five dice with six o'clock pointing up.

As if the bones in his body had been drained out, the first mate collapsed on the ground like a pile of rotten flesh, with heavy despair and fear in his eyes.

Davy Jones lost everyone except him. The first mate knew that he was dead. Davy Jones would vent all his anger on him. He was dead!

Unless...unless, unless Lincoln's dice cup didn't contain five sixes!

Deep in the desperate situation, the first mate seemed to see the only light in the endless abyss, and the thought of possibly surviving the desperate situation was like a powerful electrode constantly stimulating his heart and brain.

"Your dice!" The first mate opened his eyes like a desperate gambler and grabbed Lincoln's dice cup: "There must not be five sixes in your dice cup, right! It must not be five sixes! It must not be

It will be..."

The first mate's urgent voice suddenly choked.

Looking at the five six-point dice exposed under Lincoln's dice cup, the only glimmer of hope in the first mate's eyes turned into heavy despair and fear: "No, it shouldn't be like this... No!"

"Shut up, damn guy!"

Before Lincoln could speak, Davy Jones, who was in a state of rage because of his failure, had already viciously raised the whip made of mollusc tentacles in his hand.

Hiss-pop!

The whipping speed at the tail of the long whip exceeded the speed of sound in an instant, and the heavy whipping left a deep blood mark on the first mate's body.

The overflowing blood and the spreading sting made the first mate's mouth shut. Davy Jones then looked at Lincoln, who was already full of chips behind him: "I will also bet with you. I will bet the last round with my ship."

Come and bet with you!"

"not enough."

Leaning back in his chair, Lincoln looked at Davy Jones calmly: "The Flying Dutchman was born from the agreement between you and the God of the Ocean, but it may be precious to you, but in my opinion it is worthless

It’s not worth it, you need to add more chips.”

"What do you want?"

"It's very simple." Lincoln smiled: "Don't you really want my soul? Then I'll bet my soul against yours."

"This is the last game. If you win, you can get what you want; if you lose, I can get what I want."

"Davy Jones, do you choose to gamble with me on this one, or are you prepared to tear up the agreement?"

As he spoke, Lincoln gestured slightly behind him, and the group of pirates whom he had won over involuntarily took a step forward.

Neat footsteps stepped heavily on the floor, and amidst the roar, a rotten wooden board was trampled to pieces.

The lives of this group of undead pirates come from the curse of the Ocean God. Davy Jones lost these people to Lincoln, but this does not mean that they will die.

They belong to the Flying Dutchman, but are no longer controlled by Davy Jones. Now they are a group of pirates and immortal tool men who obey Lincoln's will.

The Kraken fled in defeat, and all of his pirates became Lincoln's trophies and bargaining chips. Even the Flying Dutchman was frozen in the ice and unable to move.

In this situation, Davy Jones' ability was completely ruined.

His teleportation ability is pretty good, but this ability is of no use in front of Lincoln. His ship and people are here, and Lincoln also holds the key to the box that locks his heart.

Unless he can kill Lincoln, there is no other way out but to continue.

So the question is, could Davy Jones defeat or even kill Lincoln?

Obviously not. Even the ability Lincoln showed now was enough to prevent Davy Jones from having any thoughts of assassinating him.

Continuing the bet is his only chance to make a comeback.

Davy Jones' octopus head puffed out a few bubbles, and then said: "I want to change my bet with you!"

"Oh? Change your gambling method?" Lincoln looked at Davy Jones with a smile: "Tell me, what gambling method are you going to change?"

"I want to bet my luck with you!"

Davy Jones stood on the side of the ship with four dice and said: "Each person throws two dice towards the ice below. The one with the highest total in the end wins!"

Force, air, ice surface friction...various variables will make the number of dice thrown infinitely close to random.

Davy Jones had already seen Lincoln's uncanny ability to control the dice numbers, and he also saw that there must be something wrong with the man in front of him.

The limitation of imagination prevented Davy Jones from realizing that Lincoln was so fast that everything in the world seemed to be suspended in his eyes. He could only think that Lincoln used some other means to change the dice cup before he opened it.

Points.

In this case, he threw it in front of everyone. He didn't believe that Lincoln could change the points like this!

Lincoln saw what Davy Jones was thinking. He leaned against the side of the ship and looked at the ice. He stretched out his hand and gestured: "You first? Or me first?"

"I'll go first!" In order to prevent Lincoln from throwing a larger number first and affecting himself, Davy Jones snorted and threw out the dice in his hand.

Lincoln just watched calmly as the four dice flipped in the air, watched as they collided, bounced, and rolled on the ice at an increasingly slower speed, and finally stopped under his control.

The bright red numbers on the four dice turned up, and a smile appeared on the corner of Lincoln's mouth. He randomly threw a dice with six points up, and then looked at Davy Jones: "You lose, from now on. Your

Life is mine."

Looking at the charming dice on the ice, all the strength in Davy Jones's body was drained: "How is it possible, how is it possible..."

"The world is so big and full of wonders." Lincoln reached out and took off Davy Jones's hat: "As a slave, the captain's hat does not match your status. Davy Jones, you should realize your status."

"Now, kneel before your master!"

Davy Jones's gamble wasn't actually sustained by a mysterious force like a curse, but it was there when Lincoln needed it.

Under the irresistible force coming from the depths of his soul, Davy Jones' knees hit the deck hard.

After a bang, the Captain Davy Jones, who made everyone fearful, disappeared and was replaced by a slave named Davy Jones.

No one can win forever. Lincoln used practical actions to make Davy Jones understand that gambling will eventually deprive a captain of all honors and turn him into a slave.