Lucky Cruise Ship
Chapter 606: Everyone else is a blade, and he is the one who wields it
“You didn’t sleep well last night?”
Wen Ya asked with concern as she watched Wen Jianyan approach.
Wen Jianyan’s eyes flickered slightly, avoiding Wu Zhu’s gaze not far away, and he muttered vaguely: “…Mmh, just like that.”
“Honestly, it’d be weird if anyone could sleep well,” Ma Qi looked listless, dark circles heavy under her eyes. “Those Tenants standing outside all night… even if they didn’t do anything, it put a lot of pressure on people…”
As a medium, Ma Qi’s constitution was naturally sensitive. Even if the Tenants outside the door didn’t make any aggressive moves, simply standing there affected her, so her poor sleep was understandable.
However, compared to her, it was quite unexpected that Wen Jianyan, who had experienced countless extreme environments and weathered all kinds of storms, was also affected.
“Alright, chat time is over,” Chen Mo finally brought the topic back on track. “Whatever we plan to do next, we must speed it up.”
Several people turned to look at him.
“Why? Did you discover something?” Wen Ya keenly sensed something and asked.
Chen Mo: “Don’t you feel that the ground beneath our feet isn’t very level?”
Everyone paused.
Wen Jianyan reacted first.
He fished a chip out of his pocket, placed it upright on the ground, and let go.
Then, under everyone’s watchful eyes, the chip rolled out of his hand, tumbling away. Its speed gradually increased until finally, it lost its balance, spun twice, and fell flat on the floor.
Now, the tilt of the ship’s hull was verified beyond doubt. Everyone’s breath hitched slightly.
“It seems the chain reaction from Floor B5 being submerged didn’t disappear with the closure of that floor,” Wen Ya’s expression wasn’t good. “Since the hull has started to tilt, I’m afraid it won’t stop, and it’s very likely to get worse over time.”
Ma Qi stared blankly, seeming to not quite process it yet. “Wait, what does that mean?”
“Simply translated…”
Wen Jianyan bent down to pick up the chip and looked up. “This ship is sinking soon.”
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere, which wasn’t relaxed to begin with, instantly stagnated.
Blond asked nervously, “It’s sinking? When?”
“Not right now,” Wen Jianyan glanced at him and said, “…but definitely not in the too distant future.”
He lowered his head, his eyes drooping nonchalantly, thoughtfully playing with the chip in his hand.
No one interrupted his thoughts.
A few seconds later, his fingers suddenly closed, gripping the chip in his palm.
There was an expression on his face that Wen Ya was very familiar with.
“Have a plan?” Wen Ya asked.
“…Of course.”
The young man looked up, revealing a cunning, faint smile at her.
The elevator went all the way up, reaching Floor B2 directly.
There were a total of seven accessible casino floors: one above ground and six below ground. Aside from Floor B6 being inaccessible, Floors B5 and B3 were temporarily closed. Floor B4 was the racecourse. Now, only the Ground Floor (1F), Floor B1, and Floor B2 remained operational.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, a thick, nauseating smell of blood rushed towards them.
Under the lights, the scarlet carpet took on an asphalt-like color. Before one layer of fresh blood could dry, another layer immediately covered it. The entire floor looked as if it had been bathed in blood. Even the edges of the gambling tables showed faint and deep bloodstains. Only the smiles on the croupiers’ faces remained the same as always.
It looked like a massacre had taken place here.
And definitely not just one.
The moment Wen Jianyan stepped onto this floor, several scrutinizing gazes immediately shot towards them.
Under the scrutiny of those gazes, the group’s bodies tensed slightly.
“…Just as you guessed, the anchors are killing each other,” Wen Ya whispered.
Wen Jianyan: “Mmh.”
In fact, infighting within the Lucky Cruise Ship had existed from the very beginning—anchors killed each other to snatch chips so they could live longer.
Moreover… there was an extra set of rules in this instance.
They were now in a new type of livestream “reality show” initiated within the cruise ship. In this system, viewers would issue missions and offer high rewards.
And the scene they loved to watch most, ranking number one without a doubt, was slaughter—the smell of blood stimulated the viewers’ senses, bringing them a more enjoyable viewing experience, and for this, they would offer more generous rewards.
For every extra day spent on the cruise ship, the cost of survival would skyrocket, and the infighting among anchors would become increasingly fierce.
And this reached its peak today.
Last night, the accommodation floors opened directly down to Floor B16. The price for a night in a cabin suddenly soared to a level no one could bear. All the anchors who held onto wishful thinking and stayed on the upper floors paid the price for their short-sightedness.
To survive tonight, they had to earn more money. The conflict accumulated to the extreme.
Thus, the melee began.
“What do we do now?”
Under gazes from all directions, Ma Qi lowered her head uneasily and asked in a whisper.
“Wait,” Wen Jianyan said.
After speaking, he walked straight to one of the gambling tables. Wen Jianyan pulled out a chair with undried bloodstains without changing his expression, sat down in front of the gambling table, and flashed a brilliant smile at the croupier: “Play a few rounds?”
He took out a handful of chips, each one dripping red.
“Such a big spender?” A refined, familiar voice came from behind.
Wen Jianyan turned to look.
He saw the Gentleman walking slowly towards him, a fake smile hanging on his face. He swept his gaze over the chips in Wen Jianyan’s hand and said unhurriedly:
“If doing so wasn’t so stupid, I’d almost think you were expecting to be murdered for your money.”
Seeing the newcomer, Wen Jianyan’s heart sank slightly.
He really didn’t expect… the first to appear would actually be the Oracle squad—this wasn’t within the scope of his plan.
“What do you want to do?” He cut straight to the chase.
“I think you know the answer to this question very well.” The expression on the Gentleman’s face gradually turned cold. He stared expressionlessly at Wen Jianyan’s face, but his eyes were as cold as if soaked in venom, staring unblinkingly at Wen Jianyan as he enunciated each word, “The pass to Floor B6.”
“The pass isn’t with me. You’ve got the wrong person.” Wen Jianyan leaned back in his chair.
“You’re lying!” An Oracle member spoke coldly, staring at Wen Jianyan, the hostility in his eyes almost solidifying into substance.
“If it were in my hands, do you think you’d still see me here today?” Wen Jianyan shrugged.
The Gentleman didn’t speak, just watched Wen Jianyan silently, seemingly pondering something.
“Impossible! Who else could it be besides you?” the Oracle member demanded sharply.
“That’s a question you should ask yourselves,” Wen Jianyan looked Gentleman up and down, then suddenly raised an eyebrow, revealing an amused smile. “Or could it be, you still don’t know?”
“…”
The Gentleman’s brow twitched.
“You—” The Oracle member behind him seemed to want to say something more, but before the words could leave his mouth, he was interrupted by Gentleman: “Enough.”
He glanced at Wen Jianyan expressionlessly, his eyes icy cold.
A few seconds later, Gentleman withdrew his gaze, his voice sounding like it was squeezed out from between his teeth:
“Let’s go.”
Seeing the Gentleman’s extremely unpleasant expression, the Oracle member finally swallowed all his words back into his stomach. They gave Wen Jianyan a final vicious look—the other party was currently waving goodbye to them with a smile, looking punchable no matter how you looked at it—then turned and left with the Gentleman.
Leaving the blood-scented casino hall, one of them finally couldn’t hold back and asked:
“Vice President, you just let him go like that?”
Since entering this instance, the enmity between them and Wen Jianyan had accumulated to an immeasurable degree. Not to mention the Gentleman’s vitality being greatly consumed to bring him up from Floor B18, more importantly, if Wen Jianyan hadn’t disrupted the game midway, they would have already won the Monopoly game, instead of ending up with nothing and nearly perishing among those crazy dolls like now.
“And that Tarot Master, that guy is an ungrateful wretch. He must have gone back to his master as soon as he found the chance, and now he’s hiding like a coward—damn it, who knows how much of our internal information he has grasped!”
“You really are stupid.”
The Gentleman turned his head, glancing at him with a faint, mocking smile.
“His current squad includes a newly promoted Top Ten member and An Xin from Dark Fire, two high-ranking attack-types. Do you really think tearing faces with them at that moment would be beneficial to us? Not to mention, there are other anchors present. As long as we make a move, they will surely reap the benefits.”
“More importantly,” the Gentleman withdrew his gaze, his expression growing colder, “I believe Pinocchio was telling the truth—he really doesn’t have the pass to Floor B6.”
What?
Hearing this, everyone was stunned.
“If the pass isn’t in Pinocchio’s hands, then…”
“Tarot Master,” the Gentleman said slowly. “He didn’t go to join Pinocchio. Instead, he took the pass alone and headed for Floor B6.”
The Gentleman’s expression became increasingly gloomy:
“Who does he think he is? Daring to steal my… Such a thing is absolutely impermissible—”
His words stopped abruptly halfway.
The Gentleman looked up, reigning in the emotions on his face, seemingly returning to his previous refined appearance:
“Wait for me here. I’ll be right back.”
He turned and walked quickly away from the group.
The other Oracle members seemed accustomed to this.
After moving far away from his team members, Gentleman stopped. He looked up into the void, his gaze fanatical and devout, seemingly conversing with some invisible existence.
“Yes, speak, I am listening.”
“…”
Whatever he heard, the Gentleman’s expression suddenly fluctuated greatly.
“I agreed to let that guy join Oracle and give him the Vice President position entirely out of my loyalty to you—but now—this was my mission from the beginning, you can’t just—”
The Gentleman swallowed all his words back.
In the silence, that face, usually devoid of emotional changes and often wearing a fake smile, became particularly hideous at this moment. After a long time, he squeezed a word out through his teeth:
“—Yes.”
“I will cooperate.”
Wen Jianyan squandered money recklessly at the gambling table, unsurprisingly becoming a target for everyone.
At the same time, in the livestreams of all other high-level anchors present, private missions were popping up frantically. The dinging sounds became denser and faster.
[Private Mission: Kill Pinocchio]
[Reward Points: One Million]
[Failure Penalty: None]
[Private Mission: Kill Pinocchio]
[Reward Points: Three Million]
[Failure Penalty: None]
…
The atmosphere in the livestream rooms was fanatical and bloody:
[Fight! Hurry up and fight!]
[Kill Pinocchio! I want to see his end! It must be good!]
[Whoever it is, bring on something exciting for me to enjoy! Lots of points available!]
As time passed, more and more point bounties were posted by viewers, and the bounty points rose accordingly—meaning, as long as someone could complete this mission, they could directly empty this exorbitant prize pool.
Whispering voices began to sound from all directions.
“Wait a minute, was he the one who bought Floor B16 rooms for his entire team last night?”
“…Seems like it really was him.”
“Damn, then how many chips does he actually have?”
“Don’t know, but definitely not a small amount…”
The air grew restless. It seemed the smell of blood began to rise between their exchanged glances.
Any anchor who could survive until now and stand here had blood of their own kind on their hands.
They were all victors of slaughter.
Under the instigation of survival instinct and bullet comments, they had tortured and killed friends and family, carving up bloodstained coins and chips.
They knew the taste of victory and had tasted the sweetness of violence.
—Beasts that have tasted blood can never quit the taste.
Some began to lose patience.
Soon, the first person to make a move appeared.
Steaming hot blood sprayed out from the cavity, tracing a blood-red parabola in the air and splashing onto Wen Jianyan’s shoes.
Chen Cheng held a knife in one hand, blood dripping from the pitch-black tip. He stepped on the severed limb on the ground, looked around, hooked his finger, and said arrogantly:
“Continue.”
The smell of fresh blood stimulated people’s senses. An invisible powder keg was ignited. Anchors exchanged glances, their eyes filled with identical viciousness and ambition.
Screw it.
Kill!
Kill Pinocchio, and all his chips will be theirs!
No matter how strong the opposing side is, can they fight against all of them?!
A gust of wind attacked from behind Chen Cheng, aiming straight for his vitals!! However, before the attacker could touch Chen Cheng, their head was pierced by an arrow.
Through the bloody hole in his head, the indifferent and sharp gaze of the archer could be seen. As the corpse fell heavily with a thud, An Xin’s face revealed a smile again, dashing and sunny as usual: “Sneak attacks from behind aren’t cool. Be careful in your next life.”
In just a breath, two lives were taken. The ruthlessness was chilling.
Looking at the two corpses on the ground, fear gradually grew in everyone’s hearts.
However, Wen Jianyan seemed completely unconcerned with matters outside the gambling game. He examined the closed dice cup in front of him, and after a brief hesitation, pushed the chips in front of him forward:
“All in.”
At the same time, in the shadows all around, Tenants wearing pitch-black masks slowly emerged. They silently invaded every corner of the entire hall. They didn’t act immediately, but the chilling aura released from them was enough to freeze everyone’s blood and make their hair stand on end.
Everyone instinctively tensed up, staring fixedly at these Tenants, nervous inside.
Where did these things come from?! What exactly is going on?
By the gambling table.
The man with black hair and golden eyes smiled faintly. He looked down at Wen Jianyan sitting beside him and very naturally raised his hand to wipe away a trace of blood from his cheek.
The hall was silent.
For them, the current situation was extremely grim. Pinocchio and his squad used thunderous methods, showing no mercy to any attackers. Their strikes were bloody and direct, impacting their senses in a chilling way, making them start to retreat.
And the “Tenants” appearing from nowhere acted like a bucket of cold water, dousing their hot blood. Now restricted everywhere, they dared not act rashly again.
Wen Jianyan sat by the gambling table, his eyes drooping nonchalantly.
Even though there was a pool of blood beneath his feet, he himself was clean. Except for the still-warm blood on his shoes, there were no traces on his body. It seemed as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him. But everyone could see clearly—this guy, who had clearly never lifted a finger, was the true mastermind manipulating everything.
Everyone else was a sharp blade.
He was the wielder of the blade.
Clatter, clatter.
The dice hit the walls of the cup, making crisp, pleasant sounds. The sound faded until it finally disappeared.
The gambling cup opened.
The result was clear.
“Sigh, lost again.” The young man sighed, but there wasn’t much regret in his tone. “Old saying goes ‘nine losses in ten gambles.’ In my opinion, this probability is still a bit conservative. More like ten losses in ten gambles.”
With his admission of defeat, all the chips in front of him were swept into the croupier’s hands.
“Forget it, not playing anymore.”
Wen Jianyan stood up, stepping over the sticky blood beneath his feet.
He looked up, scanning the dead-silent hall, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, thinking of something interesting.
“I have a proposal.”
Wen Jianyan said amiably.
“Next, how about I help everyone quit gambling?”
The young man standing by the gambling table was clearly smiling, and his voice was gentle and warm, but the words he spoke sent a chill down everyone’s spine.
“There aren’t many ways to make people quit gambling. As far as I know, there is only one most effective method—power and an iron fist.”
“So, whoever gambles again next, I will cut off their hand.”
“Gamble a second time, it’s the foot.”
“Gamble a third time, it’s the head.”
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Author’s Note:
Wen Jianyan’s Hardcore Gambling Rehab Center (not really).
Im so curious about who contacted gentleman. Is nr1 nightmare related or nightmare itself