The Almighty Diva: Reborn to be Worshipped

This is the largest underground casino in South City, shrouded in mystery. Though called a casino, it functions more like a hub for clandestine transactions—things and people that cannot be openly traded often find their way here.

No one knows who owns this underground establishment, only that the owner must be extraordinarily powerful. After all, in a place like South City, where both legal and illegal forces vie for dominance, the ability to create such a space and facilitate the circulation of goods from all over the world is no small feat.

Rumors suggest that the casino may have ties to secret auction houses in Southeast Asia, possibly under the protection of the godfather of South City's underground auctions.

Here, gambling is just one of many activities. Deep within, there is even a fighting arena, or more accurately, a venue for betting on combat. The stakes are high, with lives wagered on each match.

The air buzzes with noise and strange odors. Ji Chuxing slipped in unnoticed, but instead of blending into the chaos, she wandered leisurely, her gaze drifting casually until she stopped at the largest, most crowded table.

At this table, they played a simple game of high and low. But the players were frenzied, their eyes bloodshot with excitement.

"High, high, high! This round has to be high!"

"Open it! I won, hahaha!"

Voices filled the room—winners gloating, losers sulking. Only Ji Chuxing stood apart, her curious eyes making her look like an innocent fairy who had stumbled into a den of vice.

Her striking appearance drew attention almost immediately. A whistle pierced the air, followed by a lewd voice.

"Hey, beautiful, come over here. Big brother will protect you!"

A young man with yellowed teeth, standing a few steps away, let his gaze linger brazenly on her.

"Are you alone, sweetheart? Come with me, and I'll show you a good time!"

"Haha, how exactly are you planning to show her a good time?"

"Hey, don't bully her just because she doesn't know better. Don't listen to him, little beauty. How much money do you have? If it's less than a hundred, I'll cover you, chuckling."

Laughter erupted around her, accompanied by lecherous stares. Ji Chuxing didn't spare them a glance, her focus entirely on the dealer's hand shaking the dice. She had already mastered the game.

Seeing her cold indifference, the young man with yellowed teeth bristled, about to lash out when the next round of dice was shaken and slammed onto the table. All eyes turned to the dice, and he forgot about bothering her.

As the dice were revealed, cheers erupted from some while groans came from others. In the next round, Ji Chuxing pulled five crumpled bills from her backpack and placed them on "low."

The gamblers here weren't amateurs; bets usually started in the thousands. It was unheard of for a young girl to bet five ten-dollar bills.

The young man with yellowed teeth burst into laughter.

"Hey, little sister, if you're short on cash, why not come with big brother?"

Ji Chuxing finally spoke, her voice clear yet icy. "If you want to gamble, then gamble. If not, get lost."

Her words made the young man's face stiffen. "Hmph, bold words. Let's see how you crawl out of here when you've lost everything!"

He placed his bet on "high," directly opposite Ji Chuxing. She didn't even glance at him, which silenced the surrounding crowd.

The young girl appeared inexperienced, but her actions were decisive. Even the dealer couldn't help but glance at her.

Ji Chuxing remained calm, seemingly uninterested in the outcome. After a moment of anticipation, the dealer lifted the lid.

Everyone looked—it was "low"!

The young man with yellowed teeth was stunned; this was his first loss of the night. He glanced at Ji Chuxing, imagining a challenging gleam in her eyes, though she hadn't spared him a second glance. Refusing to believe his bad luck, he decided to continue.

In the next round, Ji Chuxing bet on "low" again, and the young man bet on "high." He lost again. By the fifth round, he had squandered nearly all his earlier winnings, leaving him with only 10,000 yuan.

Meanwhile, Ji Chuxing, starting with just 50 yuan, had amassed 50,000 yuan, always reinvesting her winnings.

In the sixth round, desperate, the young man bet on "low" alongside Ji Chuxing, putting all his remaining money on the line. The dice showed "high."

The young man froze, then quickly realized. "You tricked me!" Ji Chuxing had only bet 30 yuan this round.

He reached for her arm, "You little witch, you did this on purpose..."

But before he could touch her, a loud thud echoed through the room. The young man was sent flying, landing five meters away.

The room fell silent, save for his pained cries. Ji Chuxing's eyes were indifferent. "Bad luck."

Can't we just play without all the drama?

The crowd, including those who had been disrespectful earlier, now realized the gravity of the situation. A young girl capable of entering an underground casino was no ordinary person, likely backed by someone influential.

Those who had spoken rudely earlier were now afraid. They were here to gamble, not to risk their lives. But such incidents were common, and soon, someone dragged the young man away. Ji Chuxing, uninterested in further winnings, left the table after securing her 50,000 yuan.

On the second floor, behind a large one-way glass window, Wei Xingzhou watched in disbelief. Bo Yanchen, seated in a wheelchair, wore a faint, knowing smile.

After a moment, Wei Xingzhou found his voice. "Your little girl is quite rebellious, isn't she?"

They had agreed she would stay home and sleep. Was she really the obedient child they thought, or a ticking time bomb?

Wei Xingzhou recalled being polite to Ji Chuxing. Yes, she was someone not to be trifled with, especially since she had powerful backing.

Bo Yanchen gave him a cool glance, and Wei Xingzhou fell silent immediately. Fine, fine, your little girl is perfect, practically your ancestor!

"But what is she doing here?" Wei Xingzhou wondered aloud. She moved deeper into the casino with the confidence of someone familiar with the place. It was as if she owned it.

Bo Yanchen remarked, "She's quite sensible. Though shrewd with money, she has principles. She just handed over 50,000 yuan to the Wen family and has now earned it back, precisely 50,000 yuan."

Wei Xingzhou: "..."

Sir, could your priorities be any more skewed?