I Will Grind My Way To Godhood

Jo Ying looked delightedly at the exceedingly handsome young man before her.

Indeed, the young lad... While his attire and hairstyle were quite mature, her keen eyes immediately recognized him as an underage, youthful boy brimming with freshness.

Despite his youthful face, it bore a mature composure, clearly indicating it was his first time in a casino. He was curious about everything, yet brimmed with unflinching confidence.

His posture was upright and poised, with each step neither hurried nor slow, every movement was graceful yet carefree, as if he were merely strolling through his own backyard.

The muscles on his arm were both supple and firm, easily betraying a body honed through long-term exercise.

She had stumbled upon a treasure, Jo Ying thought to herself, looking up at the boy's profile.

As a member of the renowned borderland hunter group, the 'Colossal Legion,' she had accumulated immense pressure from her daily work.

In an environment where a single misstep could lead to death, always having to remain prepared for not surviving to see tomorrow, she undoubtedly needed to vent every now and then, lest she quickly drive herself mad.

Even though she was currently on a mission, and theoretically should not indulge in any 'romantic pursuits' at a time like this...

Her professionalism was unquestionable, she had never before erred during a mission.

But the young man in front of her... was simply too tempting.

Ever since their leader had offended the super-giant corporation 'Joint Cultivation,' the legion's situation had been increasingly precarious, and her level of anxiety had only grown, causing her tension to tighten further.

Dispatched to capture the Sea Hornet King, they had searched for ages yet hadn’t even seen the bee swarm, now placing their hopes on intelligence from that charlatan, 'Mr. Fox.' But he was notorious for misleading information, only giving half-truths, purposely leading them astray. Not knowing what would happen next, they could only wait anxiously.

The pressure was nearing a critical point.

Facing such a captivating young man in these circumstances, how could she resist?

Missing the opportunity to have a fling with him, she knew she would regret it for life. Once this thought crossed Jo Ying's mind, she could not hold back anymore, disregarding her current mission, she moved forward and enveloped the young man's arm.

“Well then, Mr. Xue, I must take my leave now, and wish you all the fun.”

Chen Liang, standing nearby, upon witnessing this, wore a knowing expression and chuckled.

“See you then, Director Chen,” Xue Jing nodded and said.

Chen Liang turned around and left, shaking his head with a smile.

After all, Mr. Xue was indeed a teenager in the throes of puberty, interested in such matters...

After he left, Jo Ying leaned her head on Xue Jing’s shoulder, beaming, “Little brother... what’s your name?”

Feeling the embrace on his arm growing tighter, Xue Jing glanced at her.

The woman’s face was flushing increasingly red, her eyes misted over as if about to drip water, almost appearing drugged...

Xue Jing pondered for a moment, then leaned closer to her ear and softly said, “Before asking someone’s name, shouldn’t you introduce yourself first... What an impolite naughty sister.”

The warm, slightly heated breath tingled her ear, causing Jo Ying to stiffen entirely, a tingling numbness starting at her scalp and spreading gradually throughout her body, every pore opening, as though struck by a gentle electric shock, yet devoid of pain, instead feeling as if elevated into a canopy of clouds, an indescribable thrill diffusing through her mind.

A surge of unimaginable extreme pleasure nearly shattered her mental will, Jo Ying trembled all over, biting her lip hard, clamping her hands over her mouth.

Xue Jing looked at the small traces of dampness that had suddenly appeared on the carpet, his lips moved slightly, somewhat speechless.

This was a bit too much...

Jo Ying's eyes were hazy, hanging entirely onto Xue Jing, gazing at this young man who dismantled her with a single sentence, barely maintaining the last vestiges of her consciousness.

“My sister's name is a secret, I can't... I can't tell you.”

Jo Ying said coquettishly. She wanted to blurt out a fake name, but inexplicably, she was unwilling to deceive this young man at the last moment, resulting in this playful remark.

Xue Jing nodded and chuckled, “That works too... Not knowing each other's names adds a certain charm to this chance encounter.”

“So, what shall we play?”

In the suite on the twenty-second floor, Ning Fengwan lay on the bed, just drifting off to sleep, when a surge of irritation welled up, causing her to open her eyes. She frowned, put her hand on her chest, and wondered, “What's happening?”

A baseless anger surfaced within her, a strange sense of violation.

It was as if a treasure she forbade anyone to touch was being slowly taken from her grasp, making her anxious and furious. But she had no idea where this feeling came from. Ning Fengwan covered her head with the quilt, trying to suppress this feeling and sleep.

But soon she threw off the covers, sat up, and furiously scratched her hair with both hands.

“Ahhh!!”

She vaguely understood that the 'Undefeated Lionheart' was warning her about something. Ning Fengwan gritted her teeth, got up, opened the wardrobe, and started changing clothes.

“Won again? Another win?!”

“What's this, shooting a film? 'Teen Gamble King'?”

“That's twelve wins in a row, right? He keeps winning, winning!”

At one blackjack table, a large crowd had gathered, a mix of shock and envy on their faces as they watched the young man seated among them.

Xue Jing smiled, casually pushed a large pile of chips aside, crossed his arms, and looked at the dealer across from him, who was drenched in sweat.

“You're amazing, little brother!”

Jo Ying sat beside him, clasping her hands, and exclaimed sweetly. Her eyes were overflowing with admiration and infatuation, enough to make any young adolescent flustered.

Xue Jing merely smiled without responding. Jo Ying discreetly clenched her teeth, thinking that he was indeed hard to please, remaining unmoved. Yet the flame in her heart, ignited by Xue Jing, burned brighter and brighter, teetering on madness.

‘I must have him...’

‘Even if I have to resort to force…’

Jo Ying thought fiercely. Although this approach would ruin most of the romance, she could no longer endure it; if she couldn't have him, she would be consumed by it.

Unaware that the strange woman beside him was contemplating even stranger things, Xue Jing rubbed his chin, musing to himself:

“Looks like I really have what it takes to be a god of gambling.”

Quite fortuitously, he possessed an absolute cheat in nearly every gambling game—X-ray vision.

The existence of "Visualization: Truth" allowed him to directly visualize each card without ever flipping it over, as long as he could see the deck and gather enough information.

Playing Blackjack right now, his ability to see through the dealer's hidden cards ensured his victory, and knowing each upcoming card from the start allowed him to understand the entire game from the beginning.

It was practically a god mode with a few rule restrictions…

Losing was simply not an option.

Just as he was lost in thought, a booming voice rang out from beside him.

“Hey, you look like you're pretty good.”

Xue Jing tapped his fingers on the table and turned his head.

A tall, brawny man, whose suit stretched taut over his muscular frame, was standing next to him at some point, casting a dominant gaze downwards, expressionless.

Xue Jing's eyes lingered on a few faint scars visible on the man's face.

“Interested in betting a couple of rounds against me?”

The man spoke with a flat tone.

Before Xue Jing could respond, Jo Ying stood up, her beautiful face turning icy cold:

“Wei… what do you think you're doing?”

The passengers around them sensed the tension in the air, and the noisy environment gradually quietened down.

Xue Jing glanced between these two people, both bearing implants, pondering, then smiled:

“Alright, what do you want to bet on?”

Upon hearing this, the man reached inside his suit and pulled out a silver revolver, slamming it onto the table.

The appearance of such a dangerous weapon immediately elicited gasps from those around.

“A gun!? Is it real?”

“What do you mean, betting with guns? Russian Roulette?”

A quick-witted staff member saw the gun and quickly left the scene to call security.

Perhaps due to human curiosity, or disbelief that it was a real gun, most people, despite the danger, didn't leave. Instead, they watched on eagerly.

Jo Ying's expression shifted, slamming her hand on the table fiercely, and gritting her teeth she said, “Wei… don’t go too far!”

Her strength was considerable, defying her appearance, as the massive poker table rose and nearly flipped, hovering for a moment before gravity pulled it back down.

Chips and cards scattered all over, clattering loudly, with the revolver falling to the floor.

Finally, the tall man turned his gaze toward Jo Ying, expressionless:

“Going too far? The one crossing the line is you, don't you know what you're doing right now?”

Jo Ying was momentarily stunned into silence.

The man's eyes returned to Xue Jing.

“As you can see, Russian Roulette, care to play?”

At that moment, a multitude of footsteps echoed as the crowd was parted. The security chief, Chen Liang, walked in with a group of people.

He glanced into the center of the scene and, recognizing the figure of Xue Jing, hesitated momentarily before speaking, “Mr. Xue?”

Xue Jing didn't look at him, merely waved a hand in his direction, signaling for him not to interfere.

Chen Liang understood, nodding silently, he restrained his subordinates and joined the spectators.

Xue Jing picked up the revolver from the ground.

The gun had a silver body, with exceptionally elegant lines. It was much larger than a typical pistol, with a long barrel, giving it the appearance of a large-caliber revolver.

Xue Jing wasn't a gun enthusiast and had never paid much attention to the firearm models of this world. Though he couldn't identify this revolver, its very appearance suggested formidable firepower, not something an ordinary handgun could boast about.

‘It's just like those gambling films from Hong Kong, things are getting interesting...’

Intrigued, Xue Jing placed the revolver on the table, stood up, and met the man's gaze directly, saying with interest, “Alright, let's play. What's the stake?”

Beside him, Jo Ying grew anxious upon hearing these words.

“Brother, this isn't a joke, it really could kill you! This guy is a lunatic, don't engage with him. Let's go do something else, alright?”

Jo Ying pulled at Xue Jing's sleeve, looking at him pleadingly.

Though they hadn't even started anything serious yet, how could he just die like this?

Jo Ying had a strong premonition that if she couldn't have him, she would be left with a lifelong void of regret.

Would she have to settle for his corpse?

The tall man gave Xue Jing a deep look, “Interesting, you've got guts.”

He picked up the revolver from the table, extracted the cylinder, and then took a brass-colored bullet from his pocket, inserting it into one of the chambers.

Closing the cylinder, he spun it within the gun, then stopped it.

“The rules are simple: rock-paper-scissors to decide who goes first. The winner can choose whether they or their opponent fires first.”

“The chosen person points the gun at their own head. They can fire as many times as they wish, but must fire at least once.”

“There is only one bullet in the gun, the remaining five chambers are empty. In other words, within six shots, one will definitely be a real bullet.”

The man paused at this point.

“As for the bet... if you survive, I'll give you ten million in Zhu Xia currency.”

“If you die... there's no other price to pay.”

The man stated plainly.

His goal was to prevent Jo Ying from causing trouble and to eliminate this youth, nothing more needed wagering.

He knew exactly when the bullet in that revolver would fire. As long as he won the rock-paper-scissors and chose to go first himself, this youth was doomed...

And as for rock-paper-scissors... heh.

"He talks as if he's already won..."

"But, it's quite interesting. I agree."

Xue Jing smiled slightly and spoke.

Jo Ying, clutching Xue Jing's sleeve beside him, shook her head frantically in a panic:

"No, don't do it! You'll lose, definitely lose, you'll die, for real!"

The crowd around buzzed with excitement and discussion:

"They're really going to play Russian Roulette. That revolver is a real gun!"

"Didn't expect to see this kind of scene on a cruise. Worth every penny!"

"I kinda don't want to watch, but I really do!"

Ignoring Jo Ying's pleas and the surrounding noise, Xue Jing chuckled softly and said:

"Shall we begin?"

The man gave him a deep look: "Interesting kid... I'll remember you."

He extended his hand, and Xue Jing did the same.

"Rock, paper... scissors!"

Both men raised their arms simultaneously, bringing them down with force.

The tall man's eyes narrowed, his left eye emitting a flicker of blue light as streams of invisible data danced incessantly within.

From the tilt of Xue Jing's gaze to the twitch of his arm muscles, and even the potential movements of his fingers...

Every bit of data was being analyzed continuously, leading to a conclusion.

Rock: 12%

Scissors: 57%

Paper: 31%

So it's likely scissors...

It doesn't matter what you choose. In the last instant, I'll change my gesture at a speed you can't see. You're bound to lose...

With this thought, the moment their palms froze, he saw Xue Jing's gesture.

It was paper... the data analysis isn't accurate.

At a speed undetectable to the human eye, the man rapidly turned his hand into the scissors gesture.

The result was decided.

The man chose scissors.

Xue Jing chose rock.

"Looks like my luck isn't bad, I won."

Xue Jing raised his fist with a light laugh.

The man's pupils contracted sharply.

This... how is it possible!?