587: Chapter 635 What a load of rubbish!

In a bizarre, abstract world where everything around was grotesque.

A group of people sat at an abstractly distorted large table.

Most of them sat on one side, while only one person sat opposite the group.

The one sitting alone was none other than An Ke.

At this moment, he leaned back against a high-backed chair with vivid colors and a distorted shape.

A smile appeared on his handsome face.

He lifted his chin, looking down at the eight players opposite him from a superior position.

Those eight people were the remaining player representatives of all the S-Class Civilizations.

As for the A-Class Civilization players and those from even lower-level civilizations, they were not qualified to be at the table!

Facing An Ke's condescension alone, the eight S-Class Civilization players felt an immense pressure.

After all, the current An Ke was a High-Sequence Organism.

If not for the presence of the Dream Species, they wouldn't even have the qualification to face An Ke directly.

Previously, they all held onto fantasies in their hearts, but when they truly came into contact with a High-Sequence Organism...

Only then did everyone understand how vast the gap between them could be.

If An Ke wanted to kill them...

It would be as simple as stepping on an ant.

"What are you all still dazing for?" An Ke's clear voice rang out.

"Since everyone is ready, let's start the game!"

"Don't tell me I have to do it myself? If I do it myself, can you even handle it?"

The eight S-Class Civilization player representatives felt that An Ke's words were incredibly awkward—it was blatant contempt for them.

Among them, the more hot-tempered representative of the Metal Race couldn't help but speak up:

"An Ke, what's there to be so arrogant about?"

"Who wins and who loses isn't certain yet."

Once one player spoke up, the other players also plucked up their courage to speak.

"Heh~ You're in such a hurry. If you lose to us then, it'll be a huge embarrassment."

"If a High-Sequence Organism is wiped out by us, you'll become the laughingstock of the entire universe."

"..."

Representatives from Mother Brain, Metal Race, X Civilization, As Civilization, and others all spoke out to mock An Ke.

Facing the insolence of the players from various civilizations...

An Ke just kept his smile and leaned his body forward slightly.

Opposite him, the representatives of Mother Brain, Metal Race, X Civilization, and the others all fell silent, as if facing a great enemy.

Seeing this, An Ke burst out laughing: "Don't be afraid, I just felt uncomfortable and was changing my posture."

"Besides, inside the concept body of the Dream Species..."

"You won't die. To be this scared, you're really cowards."

"Since you're cowards, then shut up."

Opposite him, the faces of the Metal Race representative and the others all "turned red."

It was too embarrassing.

That's right! Inside the concept body of the Dream Species, they didn't have to worry about being killed by An Ke.

However, their fear of An Ke, their fear of a High-Sequence Organism, was etched into their bones; even if they wanted to restrain it, they couldn't.

Amidst the silence, the sound of dealing dice rang out.

Two dice cups appeared out of thin air.

An Ke picked up the dice cup, gave it a vigorous shake, and then set it down.

Grinning, he said, "Who among you goes first?"

The eight S-Class Player representatives looked at each other.

After a moment, the Metal Race representative reached out, picked up the dice cup, and said, "I'll go first!"

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At this time, An Ke was inside the concept body of the Dream Species.

It all started from half an hour ago.

Today was the last day of the three-day period.

An Ke had been leisurely enjoying his idle time, waiting for tomorrow to arrive.

But he hadn't expected...

That the Dream Species and the remaining eight S-Class Civilization players would actually come looking for him.

Everything around became redder, the blues became bluer, and at the same time, things became abstract and distorted.

An Ke quickly realized that the Dream Species had arrived.

The base was covered by the other party's concept body.

A so-called concept body is a kind of thought, an idea... simply put, it can be seen as something that doesn't exist in reality.

Therefore, An Ke could not use physical means to eliminate the Dream Species.

To kill the opponent, one must use conceptual methods to eliminate them.

Or perhaps, make the opponent negate their own existence—that is, negate a concept.

Since the Dream Species itself is a concept body, if it negates its own concept, it is negating the very essence of its existence.

To this end, everyone present entered into a gamble.

Including the Dream Species, whoever loses is out.

Which is the game currently being played by both sides.

...

Back to the present.

After the Metal Race player representative finished shaking his dice cup, he lifted it and took a look.

Two 1s, two 2s, and one 6.

Seeing his dice, the Metal Race representative's eyes lit up discreetly.

Not bad!

On An Ke's side.

He also lifted his dice cup to take a look.

Two 2s, one 3, one 4, and one 6.

Very trashy dice.

The rules of the dice game were just like "Liar's Dice."

The number 1 is a wild card, while others are counted normally.

When one person calls out a "dice count," the opponent can either challenge it or continue calling.

Once it is opened, if the quantity of the called "dice" is sufficient, the calling side wins.

If the quantity is insufficient, then the challenging side wins.

Xiao Bao: Quantity increases by 1.

Big Leopard: Quantity increases by 2.

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"Do you call first, or do I?"

An Ke spoke indifferently.

The Metal Race representative didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he waited until a voice sounded in his ears:

"Two 2s, one 3, one 4, one 6."

An Ke's dice are that trashy?

The Metal Race representative couldn't help but smile.

He immediately said, "I'll call first!"

An Ke raised his hand, signaling him to go ahead.

The Metal Race representative grinned slightly and said, "Four 2s, Pure!!"

The so-called "Pure" means that the number 1 cannot be counted as a wild card.

On the field, the dice of both him and An Ke added up to exactly four 2s.

No matter what An Ke called, he would lose.

He only had a few choices.

One was for An Ke to also call Pure, but if he also called the number 2, the quantity would have to increase by one.

If he didn't want to increase the quantity by one, he would have to call a number larger than 2—any of 3, 4, 5, or 6.

Oh right! He could also call four 1s.

Unfortunately, neither side had four 1s.

Another option was "Breaking the Pure."

The so-called "Breaking the Pure" is to allow 1 to be used as a wild card.

But the quantity must be doubled for that to happen.

However, on the field, no matter which number it was, doubling the quantity wouldn't be enough.

With one move, the Metal Race representative had directly called An Ke to a dead end!!

Thinking of this...

The Metal Race player became excited and urged:

"An Ke!!"

"Hurry up! It's your turn to call!"

"What? Don't know what to call?"

"Heh!" An Ke shook his head and laughed:

"Sigh! You're not even going to try and act?"

Then, with a composed face and an air of showing his hand, he said:

"In that case, I won't pretend anymore either!"

"I'm laying my cards on the table!"

"Your first call was directly four 2s."

"Then I'll go big—five 1s!!"

"Do you dare to open me?"

The originally arrogant Metal Race representative's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

Five 1s.

According to what the Dream Species had revealed about An Ke's dice...

The opponent definitely didn't have them.

But the opponent was a High-Sequence Organism; what if he could cheat inside the Dream Species' concept body?

Now, the Metal Race representative's heart began to beat like a drum.

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