Chapter 2114: Reincarnation of the Gambling God?

The item used for drawing lots was like a huge disk, marked with numbers from one to one hundred. At the top was a pointer. Once activated, it would spin randomly, controlled by a special formation that prevented anyone from cheating.

When the disk started spinning, it could be seen that the rotation was obscured by the formation. After it stopped, people would place bets on the corresponding numbers.

The operation was simple, like buying big or small at a casino, requiring no special rules.

Coming up to it, Zhang Xuan only took one look and already understood.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow the semi-annual trip to the Divine Mountain will begin. There are thirty spots left, and all will be released today. Those who haven't purchased yet, hurry! Whether or not you have unbroken pseudo-gods at home, this is the best opportunity, not to be missed..."

A young man in charge of selling the spots looked around and shouted, "Begin!"

As the words ended, the disk spun rapidly, then was obscured by the formation, becoming impossible to see through.

"At this speed, based on my experience, the number should be below ten!"

"Not necessarily. I encountered this situation last time. If it were me, I'd choose between eighty and ninety!"

"You're both wrong. Last time it was eighty, the time before that was nine. This time, I think it will be around twenty... The range from twenty to thirty hasn't come up in over a dozen rounds."

...

As soon as the disk was obscured, the crowd below buzzed with discussion, various know-it-alls voicing their speculations.

The formation stopped shaking, as if the disk had halted.

Swish, swish, swish.

Some people had already taken out notebooks and were calculating using formulas based on the initial angular velocity of the disk, combined with air resistance, mechanical friction, and the like.

"Start placing bets! Once placed, hands off!" said the young man in charge.

The crowd didn't rush; instead, they watched what others were buying.

"Eye of Insight!" Raising his eyebrows, ripples of patterns appeared in Zhang Xuan's eyes as he looked into the formation.

If he could see through the formation, he might peek at the contents and avoid wasting money.

He shook his head.

Although the Eye of Insight was powerful, this formation was likely set up by a God King expert and was impenetrable.

"Library? Defects!"

Because the formation obscured the disk, no one could see its contents. Thus, the formation was still in operation, and without touching it, a book could appear.

He gently opened it.

"Night Underworld City Lot-Drawing Formation, Defect One..."

The book recorded the formation's defects, including material issues, the arranger's shortcomings, and even flaws in the formation diagram itself.

What he needed to know was which number the pointer pointed to. These details were useless to him. Shaking his head, Zhang Xuan was about to close the book when he suddenly saw the last line.

"Defect Sixty-Eight: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5..."

It was a row of numbers, ninety-nine in total, with only one, 73, missing.

"Could it be... that the pointer pointed to number 73? And the others, because they weren't pointed to, all have defects?"

His heart stirred.

If that were the case, it would be like knowing the outcome before gambling—how could he lose?

"Sun Qiang, go buy number 73!" Thinking this, he gave the order without hesitation.

"73?" Sun Qiang frowned. "Young master, I just saw others calculating. They said to buy numbers between thirty and forty. 73 is too far off..."

In that short time, many scholarly experts in the crowd had already calculated the possible range where the pointer might stop based on the angular velocity.

Though they couldn't pinpoint the exact number, being able to narrow it down to a range was already impressive.

"Just buy it if I tell you to!" Zhang Xuan snorted.

Sun Qiang shook his head helplessly and stepped forward. "I bet on number 73!"

He handed over a divine coin.

"Bet on 73? Ha, there really are those who aren't afraid to lose!" Seeing the first buyer pick such an odd number, laughter erupted around them.

Someone had already calculated that, though not exact, the probability of winning was highest within that range.

"Friend, you're betting on 73? You'll definitely lose. Listen to me, switch to 36, and I guarantee you'll win!" An old man with slightly white hair approached, his eyes full of confidence.

Zhang Xuan frowned.

"You don't know who I am, do you? I'm Yao Shan. I've been here since the lot-drawing began, decades now. I haven't missed a single draw. I've helped over thirty people win! How about it? Listen to me, I'm an expert!"

The old man Yao Shan looked confident.

"Expert?" Zhang Xuan shook his head. "Why would you be so eager to help me?"

"Simple: if you win, give me ten divine coins as a reward. If you don't win but are within three numbers, give me one divine coin. Within ten numbers, give me a hundred void divine coins. Of course, if the difference is more than ten, I'll compensate you with a hundred void divine coins!"

Yao Shan said.

Zhang Xuan smiled calmly. "What if the difference is more than thirty?"

"More than thirty, I'll compensate you with one divine coin!" Yao Shan was full of confidence.

Based on his years of research, he had developed a system and pattern known only to him. The way the disk had spun was similar to what others had calculated—it should be between thirty and forty, definitely not beyond thirty.

Zhang Xuan nodded. "I'll still bet on my 73. You can bet on your 36, or find someone else to bet on. If my number wins, you lose me two divine coins; if yours wins, I lose you two. How about it?"

Yao Shan hesitated.

In fact, he was using a trick of getting something for nothing. As long as someone believed him, he basically made a profit. If he happened to be right, he could make a big killing... Over the years, he had earned quite a bit through this method, even buying his own residence in Night Underworld City.

Two bedrooms, one living room, one bathroom, one kitchen.

Directly betting on a number, and for two divine coins...

"What if neither of us wins?"

"If neither wins, I still lose, and I'll pay you two divine coins!" Zhang Xuan smiled.

"Fine!" Yao Shan nodded, turned, and walked into the crowd. Soon, he brought back a young man who, apparently following his advice, bought number 36.

After nearly ten minutes of discussion, all numbers were chosen.

"Since all bets are placed, I'll now remove the formation and announce the winner of this spot!"

The young man on stage laughed loudly and flicked his finger.

Whoosh!

The formation activated again, the mist above gradually dissipated, and the disk became clear.

"Just wait to lose..." Yao Shan smiled faintly, looking at Zhang Xuan with satisfaction.

His calculations were almost never wrong. This guy actually dared to bet with him... No need to think, even if he didn't win this time, he'd still get at least two divine coins!

Just as he was excitedly thinking about whether to buy the latest carriage or find a beautiful woman to have fun with the two divine coins, he heard the young man above announce the result.

"The winner of this spot is... number 73!"

"Seventy... three?" Yao Shan was stunned. He quickly looked up and saw the disk's pointer stopped at seventy-three, far from his thirty-six.

"How is that possible? Did I miscalculate?"

"If one person miscalculated, could so many have miscalculated?"

"I told you, this thing is random. You can't calculate it... You just wouldn't believe it!"

...

When the result appeared, not only Yao Shan but also the many scholars were dumbfounded.

Their calculations were flawless, so why was the result so different?

"Alright, this spot goes to... Sun Qiang!" Ignoring the commotion below, the young man in charge handed over a special token representing the spot.

Sun Qiang took it and looked at the young master before him, his eyes nearly popping out.

Earlier, so many people had calculated the same result—between thirty and forty. The young master casually said 73, and he thought it was way off. He never dreamed it would be exactly right!

"Young master..." He couldn't believe it. The young master seemed to have the power of prophecy.

"Just lucky!" Zhang Xuan didn't explain. He looked calmly at Yao Shan. "A bet's a bet. Two divine coins!"

"Fine!" Face turning red and white, Yao Shan gritted his teeth, took out two divine coins from his pocket, and handed them over.

Having been here for decades, he was somewhat of a figure. If he reneged, he wouldn't be able to stay in this business.

"Dare to bet with me again?"

Seeing the disk stop again, hidden in mist, Yao Shan looked over once more.

"Sure!" Zhang Xuan smiled slightly.

"I bet on number 57, within a range of ten!" Yao Shan raised his eyebrows. "Same as before, two divine coins!"

"Deal!" Zhang Xuan smiled and turned to Zhao Ya. "Go buy number 95!"

"Yes, teacher!" Zhao Ya stepped forward and bought the number.

Yao Shan paused, then found someone to buy his number.

After a moment, the number appeared.

95!

Yao Shan clutched his hair.

He had calculated twice, both times far off. The other guy bought twice and won both times. How did he do it?

Wasn't it random?

Could it be calculated?

Gritting his teeth, he handed over two divine coins. Yao Shan trembled, doubting his own existence.

Having been here for decades, he could tell that this guy was a first-timer. That's why he approached him, hoping to fleece him. He never dreamed he'd be the one fleeced!

He had lost four divine coins outright!

And the other guy had smoothly obtained two spots.

"Want to continue?"

Seeing the disk spin again, Zhang Xuan looked over with a smile.

This guy was great. If he kept sending money, not only would the spots be free, but he might even make a profit...

"No..." Shrinking back, Yao Shan almost cried.

If he kept betting like the last two times, his newly bought house would soon be gone... Even now, a bathroom had already disappeared...

After trembling, he carefully looked at the young man before him, full of disbelief... Could this guy be the reincarnation of the gambling god?