[Chaos Casino]
The gamblersâ attention was more focused than ever before,
even many of the major entities were sweating between their Tentacles.
The [uncertainty] about this duel was immense, with situations arising that many of them couldnât comprehend... Especially when Han Dong was headshot by a special bullet,
piercing the very foundation of his inner world.
No one expected,
that Han Dongâs secondary consciousness would ascend to a King at this moment, and possess a kind of "Trinity" high-ranking blood, which surpassed the quality of Blood Ancestor S-01,
aided by breakthrough Fusion and the support of the Demon Book, to repair the worldâs injuries.
When Han Dong launched a counterattack from deadlock, successfully misleading his opponent step by step into delivering a decisive chop strike,
on the side of the gambling table, Boss K,
his octopus-tentacled face twitched violently and then retracted... extremely excitedly blowing bubbles, which burst with corresponding sounds:
"Well done!"
Shui, Miss Leng, and the recently arrived Queen, due to their inability to predict Han Dongâs performance as an âuncertainty factor,â did not place any individual bets.
In the face of Han Dongâs performance,
each of their expressions and hearts underwent different special changes,
Shui, most deeply immersed in âgamblingâ,
was so excited he stood up from his seat, propping his hands on the table edge, drooling madly.
"This guy! He could actually do such a thing!"
And just as Shui appeared extremely excited, because the gambling table was a 100% dynamic replica of a real place, the large gambling table symbolizing [Terminal North Continent] cracked open from the middle,
And not only that,
at the gap, there even appeared an extremely unstable cosmic rift leading to the [Shattered Dimension].
If uncontrolled,
everything nearby could be sucked in, causing great destruction to S-01âs world, with a large amount of world essence flowing within.
As the person responsible for the gamble, Mr. Eugene hurriedly worked to mend the rift.
In the past, he could easily contain it,
but presently, a part of his attention was focused on blocking the "World Rubikâs Cube," slowing the repair speed somewhat.
At this moment.
Ptooey~
A thick sputum-laden saliva was spat out, working like an adhesive, conveniently landing on the fracture, aiding Mr. Eugeneâs methods to completely stick the gap shut.
Mr. Eugene smiled and said:
"Thank you very much, out-of-town friend..."
Shui replied, "It was necessary, the gamble isnât over yet... quickly eliminating such unnecessary influencing factors is better."
Mr. Eugeneâs interest in Shui seemed to grow a bit more, asking further: "What are your thoughts on the upcoming situationâs development?"
Shui wiped the saliva residue from the corner of his mouth with his index finger,
"Goodman has been driven into an unprecedented [desperate situation],
A guy like him will certainly pull out trump cards, including some even Iâve never seen... Heâs a very cautious and mysterious guy, even the President remains on guard against him.
Perhaps there are some misjudgments in this face-off, but he should have prepared corresponding remedial measures in advance.
Oh~ That thing, huh? Hahaha, interesting, Mr. Goodman!"
Shui watched the gambling table, spying something in the Goodmanâs model that had been sliced open.
He laughed hysterically, saliva seeping out through his fingers.
"So interesting! Didnât expect Mr. Goodman would still have such a trick. But, in your current state, can you really play this trump card smoothly?"
At this time,
Miss Leng, standing by, also followed Shuiâs gaze,
and her complexion became extremely ugly.
...
Hoo~ Hoo~ Hoo~
Han Dong gasped deeply,
The whole process of misleading the enemy continued for too long, and he and the Count maintained a 100% full state throughout.
As this sword swung out,
even though the white lotus continued spinning, Han Dong experienced fatigue, tremors of exhaustion in his limbs, and other severe overexertion symptoms... his floating grey hair seemed Dyed Black but not yet released.
The recent chop wasnât enough,
he could still sense the radioactive waves from Goodmanâs body, though minute, it hadnât died out completely.
"Count! Hold on a bit longer."
A surge of blood rushed up, causing both hands to grip the sword handle more tightly.
Just as he was about to launch a pursuit strike,
The Eye suddenly detected a strange detail.
Between Goodmanâs severed cranial bones,
aside from the Shattered Black Mountain base and the Fusion brain, on the side of the base, through a magnetic field, lay a mysterious brain organization slightly smaller than a normal brain.
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None was injured by the earlier chop strike,
Moreover, the aura emanating from this brain structure is entirely different from Goodmanâs,
Itâs a completely distinct scent that Han Dong has never experienced before.
This small brain structure is actively wriggling, with numerous tendrils sprouting on the surface, even reflecting a shriveled, ugly face.
At this moment,
Mr. Teacherâs voice came from the inner world, extraordinarily urgent:
"Nicholas! Quickly retreat... go seek help from your Demonâs âUpper Rankâ! This is the Vice Presidentâs hidden brain left in Goodmanâs skull as a âsub-brain structure.â
He can transfer the main body here directly!"
Facing the warning,
Han Dong showed no intent to retreat,
Such an opportunity is the result of giving his all.
Once he retreats,
Goodman will have time to âself-heal,â potentially purging the combined program virus of Little Yellow and âThe Matrixâ and restoring to his original state.
By then, defeat would be inevitable for him.
Without a momentâs hesitation,
Han Dong swung a heavy sword towards the sub-brain and the ruined Black Mountain Base.
The sword blade did not reach.
Buzz!
An over-phenomenal "brain domain force field" spread outward.
Han Dong felt a sensation of plunging into a brain palace, his body restrained by the pressing, sticky restriction of the brain, making movement difficult.
If not for the mental defense provided by the Mad Laugh Trait, Han Dong would have fainted from such a brain domain release.
"What level of spiritual impact is this!"
Due to the significant reduction in sword-swinging speed,
Suddenly!
A hand abruptly extended from the sub-brainâs surface, clutching Han Dongâs wrist tightly, halting the sword swing.
An ugly face without a skull, supported by piercing steel rods, emerged from the sub-brain, the tongue licking up and down.
"Hmm! I can feel it... Goodman wasnât wrong; your brain is so unique.
Itâs truly wonderful! Someone like you can force Goodman to such an extent... no matter how you did it, this allows me to achieve a âdouble harvest.â
Once I obtain your brain structure, I will naturally revisit what just happened."
The hidden brain had already transferred its essence over when sensing Goodmanâs weakened state.
What remained in the Great Ice Mountain was merely a pre-prepared "realistic sub-brain."
Even he didnât anticipate such an opportunity; heâd long coveted the "Black Mountain Base" that belonged to Goodman.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Waves of intense spiritual impact, like a universal-level majestic army, kept assaulting Han Dongâs consciousness! The entire World Tree shook violently because of it.
The Mad Laugh Fruit hanging on the branches exploded one after another.
Han Dong bled from his seven orifices, his face twisted... he was being slowly dragged towards the sub-brain.
To deal with Goodman alone, Han Dong had already exhausted his trump cards and methods.
Now, with an Upper Rank emerging, dealing with it was beyond impossible.
His body was being slowly dragged towards the sub-brain.
Mr. Teacher from the Prison World and the still recovering Tom Penny both wanted to breach the gameâs rules and intervene forcefully.
[Critical Moment]
Amid intense consciousness turmoil, Han Dong noticed an unusual situation,
The "document bag" that had always been held in Goodmanâs hand was now somehow hovering above his head, open.
Through the unzipped opening, the inside of the document bag revealed a brain cavity structure, along with a research center for development and material storage.
The document bag aimed at Goodman, the main body, suddenly covered down,
Encompassing the two halves of Goodmanâs split head, as well as the hidden brain within... squeak! The zipper closed simultaneously.
Completely sealed.
The mental impact released by the hidden brain and the binding on Han Dongâs body were all severed by the document bag.
"What is this!"
Han Dong was astonished, not daring to pause for a moment.
A rapid retreat combined with a Vortex of Origin teleportation, pulling back a distance of several kilometers.
Meanwhile,
A danger sensation surpassing Goodmanâs main body kept surging.
Just as the hidden brain sensed the deliciousness of Han Dongâs brain through physical contact,
The page merged within Goodmanâs brain, having been wounded by the chop strike and hungry for more, the "Brain True Text" had also smelled the delicious brain of the hidden brain, the king.
Or rather,
Since Goodman proposed acting with the hidden brain during the [Brain Ring Conference], it had already been salivating.