589: Chapter 637 An Ke is disgusting! She not only kills you, she also destroys your spirit!

At a drinking table,

If you lose a game, at most you drink a glass of wine.

However, here, if you lose a match, what is lost is an entire civilization.

Therefore, all the watching spectators couldn't help but hold their breath.

Inside An Ke's dice cup, was there actually a one?

Under the gaze of countless eyes, An Ke lifted the dice cup.

"One!"

"There must be a one!!"

The Metal Race player was emotional, his eyes slightly red as he stared fixedly at An Ke's dice.

Around them, the representatives of the other S-Class Players also cast their gazes over.

An Ke's dice were two 2s, one 3, one 4, and one 6.

"No... there's no one..."

To the side, the player from the As Civilization was slightly stunned.

He was also humanoid in appearance, except he had three pairs of eyes arranged in rows on his face. His skin looked like a tight-fitting suit, but upon closer inspection, one could see overlapping scales.

"Since the opponent didn't have a one, why... did he dare to directly call five ones just now?"

"..."

The other players were completely baffled.

The key was that when the Metal Race added one, the opponent actually calmly added another, bringing the quantity to seven.

Could it be... An Ke knew from the very beginning that the Dream Species would help the Metal Race change the dice?

Inside the main hall of the Joint Committee.

"Interesting, interesting!"

"This player An Ke has some real skill!"

"Without even cheating, he won the match just by exploiting the Metal Race's psychology."

"..."

In this round,

An Ke never intended to cheat from start to finish.

He was certain that the Metal Race would definitely cheat.

By cheating, the Metal Race could have at most seven ones.

So An Ke called seven ones to force a showdown.

He made the Metal Race believe that An Ke had also cheated and must have a one in his hand.

After adding one more, it immediately went over the limit.

"Such courage is top-tier!"

"If the Metal Race had called An Ke's bluff after he said seven ones, what would have happened?"

"While being watched by the Dream Species, he wouldn't have been able to cheat, so he would have been the one to lose."

"Indeed! An Ke won this round brilliantly, but in the next round, he will be in great danger."

"I never expected a simple dice game to be so thrilling."

"..."

Because of An Ke's brilliant psychological warfare, the nobles were looking forward to his subsequent matches.

Meanwhile, inside the game.

"No! No! You must have cheated!"

The world had collapsed for the Metal Race player representative.

Why did An Ke have no ones?

If he had no ones, how did he dare to call five ones at the start and even add another later?

Thinking of the consequences of losing the match,

The Metal Race player became completely frantic.

He pointed at An Ke, howling that he had cheated.

"Whether I cheated or not, don't you all know best in your hearts?" An Ke remained unfazed.

"My dice have never changed from start to finish."

He paused.

An Ke's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a half-smile, "Furthermore, even if I did cheat, what could you do about it?"

"Did you see it?"

"Do you have evidence?"

"As long as you didn't discover it, then there is no problem with me cheating."

"Alright! You bet and you lost. You're from the Metal Race, right?"

"I'll give you a chance to leave your last words. Is there anything you want to say?"

The Metal Race representative froze, then in the next second, he began to flee frantically.

He tried to escape this distorted, abstract realm at his fastest speed.

Having lost the match, he was no longer a concept.

The Dream Species could no longer provide him with protection; if he stayed here, he would die.

Across the table, An Ke saw this and couldn't help but shake his head with a laugh.

"Dream, are you going to just let him run like that?"

"Don't forget, you set the rules. If the opponent escapes and breaks the rules,

That would also be a negation of your concept. Perhaps I wouldn't even need the next match to kill you all."

Concepts were magical things like that.

When a conceptual rule was established, breaking that rule could lead to the negation of the entire concept.

Therefore, the Dream Species had no choice but to act.

However, he did not possess powerful means of killing.

The only thing he could do was prevent the Metal Race from escaping.

He placed him in a state similar to a ghostly wall, where he could never walk out of his concept body.

Then he said to the other players, "Everyone, act and kill the Metal Race."

"..."

The remaining civilization players on the scene fell silent.

Kill the Metal Race?

They were all teammates just a moment ago, weren't they?

"Do you want to be killed by An Ke yourselves?"

The Dream Species was getting anxious.

"Once the Metal Race escapes and the conceptual rules are broken, my concept body will likely have problems."

"The rules began with me, so I must maintain them."

"Once I have a problem, do you think I can still protect you?"

"At that time, you will no longer have conceptual protection, and you will surely die before An Ke."

Hearing the Dream Species' words,

The players remained silent.

But soon, a player stood up.

Then, one by one, the players stood up and headed toward the Metal Race.

Everyone felt incredibly humiliated.

Because An Ke was too good at killing the person and then crushing their spirit.

The Metal Race player had lost the match and lost his 'conceptual' protection.

An Ke could have killed him himself.

For a High-Sequence Organism like him, it was a very simple matter.

However, he refused to do it personally.

He wanted them to do it.

He, on the other hand, was watching these collaborators slaughter each other with his own eyes.

It was a very disgusting tactic...

But they had to do it.

Otherwise, if the Metal Race escaped and the 'concept' was negated, causing problems for the Dream Species,

Every player present would die.

"No! You can't do this, we are partners!"

The Metal Race representative howled frantically.

"Our enemy should be An Ke!"

"..."

"Sorry! If you don't die, we will have no chance of defeating An Ke."

The seven S-Class Civilization player representatives joined forces and launched an attack on the Metal Race.

An Ke, meanwhile, remained seated in the vividly colored, distorted, and abstract high-backed chair.

He slightly raised his hand, and a cup of steaming tea appeared in it.

While drinking, he watched the battle not far away.

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Outside.

"Muscle Tyrant Strafe!"

Jin Gang used his sharp claws to attack the distorted 'painting' in front of him.

However, the 'painting' only rippled slightly and quickly stabilized.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

To the side, Old Crocodile clicked his tongue.

"Truly a miraculous creature."

To those on the outside, looking at the Dream Species was like looking at a two-dimensional oil painting.

An Ke and the remaining eight civilization players were the characters in the painting.

At this moment, everyone saw the Metal Race character in the painting suddenly try to flee.

But no matter how he fled, he could not escape from that painted world.

Then, the other civilization players stood up and moved to kill the Metal Race.

"Oh! They're fighting among themselves?"

Aman's eyes lit up.

"Presumably, Master has won the first round of the match."

Little Roman's eyes were filled with joy...

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