There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

"Prop Limitation": This prop cannot have its usage count restored by any means.

"Usage Count": 1/3.

"Prop Introduction": Come on, adventurers, try your luck. Theoretically, if you're fortunate enough, you could even open 999 treasure chests in a row and leave the map unscathed.

A friendly reminder, if you actually accomplish this, there will be additional hidden rewards.

Of course, that's impossible (haha).

"..."

Wen Ping didn't speak, ignoring the somewhat mischievous words of the prop introduction, and silently activated the prop.

Accompanied by a flash of white light.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a huge stone chamber, the walls were golden, indiscernible of what stone they were made from, only giving off a very expensive vibe, with no visible source of light, yet the room was exceptionally bright.

And the most eye-catching thing was—

The countless treasure chests placed within the stone chamber.

Among them, a few chests had clearly already been opened.

A few brass treasure chests and two silver treasure chests.

It was obvious that the casino boss hadn't touched the gold and diamond treasure chests, heading straight for the brass and silver ones instead; although the items from the brass and silver chests weren't as valuable as those from the gold and diamond ones.

But they also had a lower chance of kicking players out of the map.

This was quite in line with the casino boss's persona; it seemed he ran a casino but disliked gambling himself, preferring the security of winnings, possibly because he had seen too many gamblers ruin themselves and knew well that gambling didn't end well, so he himself refrained from it.

After glancing around, Wen Ping casually shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the nearest brass treasure chest.

"Ding, congratulations, you've opened a brass treasure chest, earning 100,000 Points, your luck isn't bad, keep opening other chests!"

He didn't even check the system prompt, but simply walked to the next chest.

The map's description didn't tell him the exact odds, and he was unclear on the probability of being kicked out.

But he knew one thing.

That was, after opening all these treasure chests, it was absolutely impossible for him to be kicked out.

Those were the rules.

The confidence that came from owning the "Fortune as Vast as the Eastern Sea," an S-rank prop.

Soon, a dense series of pleasant notifications rang in his ears.

"Ding, congratulations, you've opened a silver treasure chest, earning 1 million Points, your luck isn't bad, keep opening other chests!"

"Ding, congratulations, you've opened a brass treasure chest, earning a C-class prop, an Infinite Lighter, your luck isn't bad, keep opening other chests!"

"Ding, congratulations, you've opened a diamond treasure chest, earning an S-class prop, Worship from All Directions, your luck isn't bad, keep opening other chests!"

"Ding,..."

Accompanied by Wen Ping's leisurely steps through the stone chamber, the delightful and frequent notification sounds also rose and fell incessantly around him.

...

Blue Star.

On the rooftop.

After a half-hour long discussion, Tuberculosis Rabbit finally fully understood, nodding thoughtfully: "So you're saying the solution is simple, just make the opponent feel danger, right?"

"That's easy, Yi has a title that can force players within a certain range to look at him, just activate that title when launching the attack, then that player can only wait to die, right?"

"Hmm."

Sword Without End spoke somewhat helplessly: "Theoretically, that's the case, but if that player is ruthless enough to blind himself, puncture both ears, including his nose."

"And then use a prop to deprive all his bodily senses, including skin touch."

"Under such circumstances, it's almost impossible to kill him."

"Because the opponent can no longer perceive any danger, and not feeling danger means invincibility for him."

"Damn it."

Tuberculosis Rabbit spoke somewhat frustrated: "How does this sound harder than beating God Slaughter? Isn't it just maxing out Luck Points? How did it become such an idealistic thing?"

"Luck Points, that thing is idealistic in itself, right? Absolute Luck Points, isn't that just the idealistic alteration of objective reality?"

Even Sword Without End was beginning to feel powerless.

He's much harder to deal with than Yi.

Although Yi has a lot of health points, as long as there are health points it means he can be killed. If a group of Ninefold planetary players came back to attack Yi, as long as it wasn't this month, in any other month, Yi wouldn't be able to hold on.

But that player is different. If he actually does what he said he would, then even the collective Ninefold players couldn't cause him the slightest damage.

This is the power of idealism.

Absurd!

And hard to understand.

"Alright."

Just then, Chen Yi interrupted everyone's discussion, slowly stood up and stretched lazily, "Let's not talk about this for now, I think I have a way."

"What way?"

Tuberculosis Rabbit asked, curious.

"Fight magic with magic, if he plays with idealism, then I'll play with idealism too."

Chen Yi stood in place, leaning on his cane, smiling as he looked towards Tuberculosis Rabbit and the others, "Let's get ready to eat, feed the elk well, we're about to meet Santa Claus whom you've been longing for. I wonder if he's missed home."

Santa Claus.

The Santa Claus who once chased him around Blue Star, was finally about to meet again.

It's not been easy.

The grudge that lasted for so long can finally be avenged.

...

A few hours later.

The steaming hot pot was already set up on the rooftop, a plain water pot with simple seasoning like scallions, ginger, and garlic.

"Sesame sauce coming through!"

Tuberculosis Rabbit, excited, carried several bowls of sesame sauce up to the rooftop, "Come on, today we'll enjoy some copper pot meat slices. It's the perfect weather for it, nice and warm."

Winter had already arrived.

The temperature dropped quickly.

The cold winds were bone-chilling, necessitating several more layers of clothing, otherwise, one would shiver.

Of course, they didn't need to.

Jiaye was still wearing that camisole dress, her smooth, fair legs, and even her bare feet exposed.

The Points in their pockets were so many they couldn't spend them all, and the costumes they bought all featured temperature control.

Temperature control and automatic cleaning are the basic requirements of high-end costumes.

They guarantee the most comfortable body temperature all year round and do not feel cold at all, even though it's already winter, their clothes remain thin and they have no intention of adding more layers.

The pot had just started to boil.

As if to match the occasion, the sky began to slowly sprinkle down goose feather-like snow, baptizing evenly, treating every bit of land fairly.

Tuberculosis Rabbit, who was busy, paused, then turned to look at Chen Yi, and seeing Yi's face also wearing a smile, couldn't help but grin as well.

The group exchanged glances.

Without speaking, they understood each other, and didn't plan on setting up any shelter to block the falling snow.

They stood around the hot pot in the snowfall.

Each holding a beer in hand.

Without speaking, they understood each other, and didn't plan on setting up any shelter to block the falling snow.

They stood around the hot pot in the snowfall.

Each holding a beer in hand.

Without speaking, they understood each other, and didn't plan on setting up any shelter to block the falling snow.

They stood around the hot pot in the snowfall.

Each holding a beer in hand.