Zhang Yi felt that Yang Xinxin was absolutely right.

Fortunately, the ability of this rule-based superhuman before them hadn't separated the people inside Shadow Space.

It seemed that when Mu Yan was attached to his shadow, she was considered one and the same as him.

This made things much better—when faced with a problem outside his area of expertise, Zhang Yi could get help from his companions.

Zhang Yi looked at the demonic clown and asked, “What are the rules of this game? Please explain them to me carefully.”

The clown let out a hearty “hahaha” laugh before finally saying, “It is an honor, my distinguished guest!”

He raised his large hand, clad in a white glove, and extended his index finger.

“Greetings, and welcome to the Demon Casino! Here, please follow the casino’s rules, and then enjoy a bloody game of wager!”

Bloody—it seemed this would be a very bloody gamble.

“The casino rules are as follows.”

“First: Everything here is decided by winning or losing at the gambling table. Neither party at the table may attack the other by any means.”

“Second: Only bets made with parts of your own body are accepted here. Whether it's blood, hair, nails, or internal organs, you can stake them all.”

“The corresponding parts will be exchanged for chips based on how important they are to your life.”

“Third: You must win 1000 chips from the dealer to end this game.”

“Until the game is over, you cannot leave the game by any means.”

After Zhang Yi heard the game rules, he furrowed his brow deeply.

This rule-based ability sounded incredibly dangerous—staking your body, even your life, as a bet.

He never liked playing such risky games.

However, the man before him, the game’s dealer, was clearly an extremely powerful rule-based superhuman.

Forcing him into the game like this, unless he cracked the rules, there was no way to leave.

Reluctant as he was, he had no choice but to participate.

Zhang Yi looked at the demonic clown.

“So you’re saying that if I lose, I have to give up my limbs, organs, or even my life. But if I win, he just has to give me points, right?”

The demonic clown nodded with a grin. “Yes, sir.”

Zhang Yi cursed under his breath, “Damn it!”

The game rules were indeed unfair, but since it was the other party’s domain, absolute fairness was impossible.

After hearing the rules, Lu Keran and the others were also indignant.

“These rules are way too unfair—it's a total rip-off!”

“Losing means catastrophic losses, and winning only gets you a chance to leave the casino. What’s the point?”

Yang Xinxin lowered her head in thought for a moment, then said, “But we’re already caught in his rules. There’s no way out of playing this game.”

Everyone fell into silence.

The suffocating feeling of having their lives controlled by someone else cast a thick shadow over their hearts.

But the next moment, Yang Xinxin lifted her head, a strange smile curling at the corner of her lips.

“But don’t worry. Don’t forget, rule-based limitations go both ways.”

“The greater the power you want, the greater the restrictions.”

Zhang Yi looked at the man across the gambling table and slowly raised the corner of his mouth as well.

“That’s right.”

“Once I get out of this game, the one who dies will be him!”

Once a rule-based superhuman’s rules are broken, their strength takes a massive hit. Killing him would be a piece of cake for Zhang Yi.

In other words, as long as Zhang Yi won 1000 points, the man across from him would have to pay with his life!

Zhang Yi took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

“So what if I have to stake my own body? It’s no big deal.”

He sat down at the gambling table and smiled at the dealer.

The dealer narrowed his eyes in slight surprise.

Zhang Yi used the Smart System to communicate in their language.

The dealer was curious how this hairless rat could speak human language like theirs.

But still, he said with interest, “You look calm, but aren’t you scared to death inside?”

He propped his chin on his hands and grinned at Zhang Yi.

“If I lose, I just lose some points. But if you lose, you trade your hands, feet, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys!”

“So you can never really sit here and face me on equal footing. Even so, do you still think it doesn’t matter?”

Zhang Yi looked up at him, staying silent for a full five seconds.

But soon, he laughed.

“Guess we’ll find out if we try, won’t we?”

“But before that, let me ask you something—who are you?”

The dealer stared at Zhang Yi for a moment, then smiled casually.

“Seems like you really did come here from the outside world.”

“Remember my name: General of the Nasha Kingdom, Samba Miu!”

【Demon Casino】Samba Miu, Special-type, Rule-based superhuman, superhuman ability index 19000, White Rook level.

Zhang Yi stared at Samba Miu across the table and asked calmly, “What game are we playing?”

This question was crucial—the Nasha gambling methods might not be the same as humans’, so he needed to ask in advance.

Samba Miu curled his lips and began explaining their gambling methods.

“There are 258 types of gambling methods, listed as follows. As the player, you have the right to choose the method of gambling.”

Any method that could become a mainstream gambling style wouldn’t be too complicated, because most gamblers didn’t have the patience to learn complex rules.

Even between different civilizations, there were commonalities, and Zhang Yi knew this well.

Even if he couldn’t remember everything himself, he now had a strategist with an IQ no less than Einstein’s to back him up.

Zhang Yi didn’t find it troublesome at all. Instead, he carefully read through Samba Miu’s introduction to the methods.

As he expected, many of the methods were similar to humans’, just with some differences in form.

As for the overly bizarre ones, Zhang Yi naturally ignored them.

In the end, Zhang Yi chose a dice game.

It was similar to humans’ dice-throwing games. The Nasha dice had twelve sides, each with a Nasha numeral.

They used base-12 counting here, but the Smart System translated it into base-10 for Zhang Yi’s convenience.

Zhang Yi said, “Let’s play high-low. I’ve made my choice.”

He didn’t hesitate, directly settling on the method.

As a complete amateur, the more complex the rules, the worse it was for him.

Because the man across from him was definitely a pro.

“A smart choice.”

Samba Miu spread his hands, still wearing that smile that said he had everything under control.

On the table, a black dice cup and a twelve-sided die as big as Zhang Yi’s fist suddenly appeared out of thin air.

“I’m curious what kind of education you hairless rats from the outside world have received. But statistically speaking, playing high-low at least gives you a 50% chance of winning.”

“But,” he leaned forward, his pale, long face beneath the huge white pointed hat brimming with mocking amusement, “that also means you have a 50% chance of dying instantly!”

“So no matter who wins at the gambling table, in this duel, I’ve already beaten you by 50% in odds.”