Chapter 74 Arena 7

Chapter 74 Arena 7

After chatting for a bit longer, Su Han quickly ushered her friend out—if the conversation went on, she wasn’t sure what she might do. Once alone in her room, she finally relaxed, pulling out paper and pen to scribble notes and formulate a new strategy.

Originally, Su Han had calculated her funds and confirmed that her current plan was feasible, so she hadn’t bothered with further details. After all, she believed she could already beat the game, so minor adjustments weren’t necessary.

But now, the situation had changed. Her funds were substantial, allowing her to bet freely, but other surviving contestants might not have the same advantage. To prevent the contestant faction’s strength from being drastically weakened, she tried to devise an effective numbers game to ensure no one got eliminated.

After half an hour of deliberation, Su Han finally came up with a solution.

Forget making profits and adopt a pure numbers game—bet 20,000 each round, with 10,000 on "Big" and 10,000 on "Small." This way, as long as no triple roll occurred, players would come out even.

The probability of a triple roll was 6 ÷ (6×6×6) = 2.78%. In other words, after about 50 rounds, there would be 1–2 instances of a triple roll, each resulting in a loss of 20,000. Thus, losses could be kept in check.

Su Han continued her calculations and found that with good luck, 300,000 in funds would be enough to meet the 15,000,000 target. With slightly worse luck, 500,000 would almost guarantee beating the game.

Only then did she let out a long breath and finally fall asleep peacefully.

**

On the morning of the fourth day, players huddled in clusters in the third-floor buffet, comparing notes and discussing gambling strategies.

After a night of contemplation, they had realized that surviving contestants entering the lower level would inevitably face targeting and bullying from the beast-fighting players. Therefore, sticking together and overcoming difficulties became a top priority.

Su Han casually approached one group and immediately began laying out the winning method without hesitation.

The group stared blankly.

It was straightforward. Once she confirmed they understood, Su Han turned to leave, intending to pass it along to others.

"Wait!" The heavy-set guy couldn’t help but call out to her.

"What’s wrong?" Su Han turned back. "Do the math—you’ll see I’m not lying."

"No…" The heavy-set guy pressed, "Why are you giving us this winning strategy for free?"

He didn’t believe that at this stage of the game, there were still bleeding hearts among the players.

Su Han remained expressionless and replied coldly, "Too many players entering the beast-fighting faction increases the chance of an organized revolt. I like the current state of things and don’t want the situation to go sideways."

Hearing this, the five shuddered. An organized revolt? Was that even possible in this game?!

"If you understand, then hurry and pass it along so all contestants can stay." With those final words, Su Han left to continue sharing the method with others.

An hour later, all surviving contestants had been informed of the winning strategy.

Many were overjoyed. "As expected, being on a top player’s server has its perks! They’re even teaching the winning strategy for free—what a legend!"

But a few were extremely displeased—

Jiang Cheng kicked a wooden chair hard, fuming. He had planned to target the blond guy who had opposed him—either win all his chips in one go or dog him nonstop, forcing him to flee and leaving him no time to gamble, thus failing to meet the cumulative target. Either way, he was determined to send the guy to the lower level.

But then Su Han intervened, and now most contestants had switched to playing Sic Bo—including the blond guy!

Jiang Cheng was furious but helpless. With Sic Bo, unless the Dealer cheated or the player lacked 500,000 in funds, the blond guy was guaranteed to beat the game.

Would a player willing to spend money for fun really have less than 500,000? And since contestants couldn’t use force against each other, he couldn’t just drag the guy out and beat him up.

The thought that he couldn’t teach the blond guy a lesson no matter what left Jiang Cheng ready to blow a gasket.

"Forget it," Wei Dong advised. "Having skilled players in the server is a good thing. Look on the bright side—maybe we’ll actually beat this round."

But Jiang Cheng was still in a foul mood, secretly seething with anger.

**

After obtaining the clearance guide, players who weren’t skilled at gambling gathered to play Sic Bo, spamming games to farm wins.

Those with quick wits and gambling skills continued to act as they pleased, sticking to their preferred strategies.

Players short on funds traded other items to pool over 500K in funds.

At exactly 5 p.m., the announcement came right on schedule: "Day 4 of the competition, 139 remaining participants, 0 winners so far."

"A special entertainment event for participants will be held from 8 p.m. to 9 p.m. Please gather at the first-floor casino before 8 p.m. and participate actively."

"This announcement will repeat..."

At 8 p.m., under the guidance of the men in black, the participants once again headed down to B1.

This time, however, the participants adapted well and started scheming. "Come to think of it, the beast fighters really might riot. In that case, why don’t we strike first? Increase the gray wolf deployments, use more muscle relaxants, and reduce the number of beast fighters to weaken their side."

"Right, it just dawned on me. The men in black brought us here precisely to make us spend more and eliminate the beast fighters, didn’t they?"

"Earn money through gambling during the day, then spend it all at night—maybe that’s the real purpose of the game?"

Su Han, "!!!"

She had only wanted to prevent the worst-case scenario, but the other participants were already considering wiping out the opposition entirely.

The first match began. Unlike their indifference the day before, the participants were now enthusiastic, eagerly purchasing elimination packages to send the beast fighters packing.

"What’s wrong?" Noticing his companion’s odd expression, Zhong Rui couldn’t help but approach and ask with concern.

Su Han said wistfully, "I’ve realized I can calculate probabilities, but I can’t account for human nature."

"It’s a survival game after all. The longer you last, the richer the rewards. Of course, others would jump at the chance to eliminate competitors and secure a higher rank." Zhong Rui said dismissively. "Just because we don’t do it doesn’t mean others won’t."

Su Han went quiet. She understood the reasoning, but seeing it unfold before her eyes left her with conflicted feelings.

As if seeing through her, Zhong Rui said calmly, "We’re on different sides, so everyone uses whatever means they can to weaken the opposition and win the game. That’s all there is to it."

"Players once interacted as equals, but that was when both sides were on the same footing. Once one side gains absolute dominance and can act without consequences, how many can resist the temptation to exploit it?"

"With such disparities in status and opposing factions, conflict is inevitable. There’s no need to overthink it."

As he spoke, the first beast fighter turned into a streak of light, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

"Don’t worry, no need to console me. I’ll school my expression on my own," Su Han said, resuming her calm demeanor and saying no more.

Zhong Rui had been about to offer more comfort but had to hold back, playing it cool.

Soon, three beast fighters were eliminated one after another. The entertainment event ended, and the participants returned to their rooms.

Day 5 was uneventful, and by evening, all three beast fighters had been wiped out.

On Day 6, at 9:30 a.m., a female player materialized in the third-floor cafeteria. She was thin and in rags, clearly having just escaped from the basement level.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at her.

"My name is Fu Hongyu. I’ve just won my freedom," the female player allowed herself a triumphant smirk.

On the sixth day of the game, her luck had finally turned. She had obtained high-grade jade, and after using it as collateral, not only had she settled her debts, but she also had 8 million to spare!

Su Han stuffed a piece of sushi into her mouth while silently calculating. Contestants couldn’t use force against each other—violators would be sent to Floor -1. In other words, if Fu Hongyu colluded with those underground, there was no way for others to stop her. It was only a matter of time before players from both factions descended into chaos.

Yet the next moment, the contestants enthusiastically crowded around her.

"Haven’t had a proper meal in days, right? Here, eat something gentle on the stomach."

"Welcome back, new teammate! You’ve been gone for a while, so you might not know the latest. A pro cracked the clearance strategy and shared it with everyone—just 500,000 to hit the 15 million target. Come, let me explain in detail."

"Why not eat first, then go back to freshen up and rest? We can talk properly once you’ve recovered."

Su Han, "..."

Buttering her up! Even if Fu Hongyu had some grand mission and was determined to act, after such softening, it’d be hard for her to stay true to her original intentions.

To her surprise, Fu Hongyu betrayed no reaction, smiling as she accepted their kindness. She switched sides so naturally, as if she had always been a contestant and never suffered in Floor -1.

**

At exactly 5 p.m., the broadcast announced, "Day 6 of the competition. Contestants left: 140. Current winners: 0."

The system’s mechanical voice followed, "G78 Gambling Den (Player Instance) has 397 players and 470 NPCs remaining."

Since the contestants remained unharmed, the 31 missing players could only be Beast Fighters.

At 8 p.m., the entertainment event began on schedule.

Su Han kept glancing at Fu Hongyu, curious about how she would react if she recognized someone during the beast fights.

But the moment the black-clad announcer declared, "First match begins," Fu Hongyu raised her hand and drawled, "I’ll dose the fighter with three paralytics—left leg, right leg, and right arm." No hesitation—just cold precision.

The crowd was stunned, staring at her in disbelief.

A glint of venom crossed Fu Hongyu’s eyes as she spoke with venom, "When I was in Floor -1, plenty of people bullied me—stealing my food, my water, even attacking me for no reason. Now, I finally have my chance for payback!"

At that moment, Fu Hongyu seemed like a dark heroine exacting payback, both inspiring and satisfying to watch.

Only then did the others understand.

Everyone knew Fu Hongyu had bought her freedom—she was filthy rich. Now that she was willing to spend money to weaken the Beast Fighters, they were more than happy to let her.

Su Han finally realized: the Beast Fighters were fractured too.

Author’s note:

Wei Dong: *"5.4 million?!"* Can’t pay it back, might as well not bother...

Jiang Chen’s glare could melt steel.

Wei Dong: "Guess I’m selling myself as muscle." #I handle the money. You handle the fighting.*