Chapter 336: The Unwelcome, Lucky White-Haired Girl
"Slurrrp..."
"You know, slurping noodles feels great," Bai'e slurped his noodles. Beside him, Kevin was also slurping noodles.
Their slurping motions were surprisingly in sync. The noodles they were eating were from the Ramen Lake.
"Right? Noodles are my favorite. Instant noodles are more convenient, and they taste pretty good too," Kevin agreed.
When he was home, he had to eat his instant noodles in secret. If MEI found out, his three meals for the next few days would be personally cooked by her.
"It feels even better when you're having a 'team-building' activity with everyone, all eating instant noodles."
"Team-building? Instant noodles?"
Bai'e couldn't connect those two words. What kind of normal person eats instant noodles for team-building?
The mental image was... too bizarre. He couldn't picture it.
...
"Why can't I go?"
Jade-kun looked at Elysia, her mood extremely foul.
"You're still a child, so you can't go to the casino♪."
Elysia said helplessly. What was so great about the Gourmet Casino?
Jade-kun was just a kid. She didn't need to go to a place like that.
"Kenji said, if you really want to go, you need your Uncle Jackie's permission."
Hearing this, Jade-kun's face fell. She rolled her eyes, speechless.
If Uncle Jackie would actually take her to a place like that... The sun rising in the west was more likely than Uncle Jackie agreeing.
"I know, I know! If I can't go, I can't go!"
...
Gourmet Casino. Today's expenses were all on Kenji's tab.
"That white-haired girl from last time... she didn't come, did she?"
The casino manager looked at Kenji's group, didn't see her, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, she's not. What she won last time... is enough to last her a long while," Kenji said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
The white-haired girl the manager was talking about was Kiana. The last time she came to the Gourmet Casino, she completely cleaned them out.
A "King of Europeans" (super lucky person) is just too lucky. Her luck still works, even in another world.
All the gambling games that relied purely on luck, with no skill involved... Kiana beat them all.
The manager knew it might be Food Luck, but... who with that much Food Luck would come here to play for pocket change?
But... her luck was so good, it seriously unbalanced the casino.
A "King of Europeans" is just too OP.
"Actually... that gray-haired 'handsome kid' is welcome anytime," the manager added.
Compared to Kiana's 'European' (good) luck, Fu Hua's 'Non-European' (bad) luck was just as extreme.
"She's not a 'handsome kid.' She's a woman."
"If she heard you say that, your head might not be safe."
Kenji held back a laugh. The "Tablet of Shenzhou" nickname was too accurate.
"Huh?"
The manager's jaw dropped. He recalled Fu Hua's image and figure... She's a woman?
He looked down at his own pecs... muscles like a bodybuilder, way more "exaggerated" than Fu Hua's.
That poor kid... must have never eaten well.
The Gourmet Casino used to be chaotic and unregulated, but after the IGO took over, crime dropped, and illegal ingredients are rarely seen.
"YES!"
Gintoki yelled, playing a special pinball machine. It was much harder than the ones in his world, but he was an old pro.
He raked in a huge pile of chips. Keep it going!
...
"Godfather! I broke this tree! They're not gonna make me pay, are they?"
Hoshi ran over in a panic. The "Slot Machine Tree" was a piece of charcoal, pitch black and covered in scorch marks.
"How did you do that?" Kenji was also confused.
"Flame Lance—Charge!"
Hoshi took out her Flame Lance and mimed the charging motion. Kenji covered his face, exasperated.
That game tests your strength, not your elemental damage!
"You'll have to pay for it. You can just stay here and sweep the floors," Kenji said, indicating he couldn't help. She made the mess, she could fix it.
"NO!!!"
Hoshi checked her pockets. They were cleaner than her face. She couldn't afford it.
"Or... I could go dig through some trash cans. I can probably find something valuable."
After deep consideration, Hoshi thought of a plan.
She'd been to so many worlds, but she'd never "Trailblazed" their trash cans. As a proper Nameless, this was a blasphemy against the Trailblaze.
Thinking of this, she got excited and antsy.
"Please don't." Kenji's skin crawled.
This person... loves trash cans too much. The trash cans in this world wouldn't have valuable "trash," just food scraps.
He couldn't imagine the "stimulating" (overpowering) smell Hoshi would have after.
"Godfather, you just haven't tried it. If you did, you'd love that feeling of anticipation, like opening a blind box," Hoshi said seriously.
Once you start, you can't stop.
"Books hold houses of gold; trash cans hold Stellar Jade."
Kenji heard this... What regular trash can has that? Are you talking about 'Belobog's Finest'?
"Just use my card."
In the end, Kenji didn't let Hoshi go dumpster diving.
Hoshi gave a thumbs up. "Godfather, you're as rich as Asta! How much money is on that card? Can I inherit some of it?"
"Don't worry, that day will never come. You could die, and I'd still be living just fine."
Even if I had an inheritance, it's for Anya-kun. You're not my real kid.
"Fine."
Hoshi sighed. I'll just go ask Mommy Kafka for an allowance later.
...
Madara Uchiha was playing the 100-sided Slot Machine, his Mangekyo Sharingan active.
The high-speed slots were a blur to a normal person, but one of the Mangekyo Sharingan's core abilities is super-human dynamic vision, allowing it to perfectly track high-speed objects.
In Madara's eyes, this speed was no different from standing still.
This was a "cheater" (hacker) move.
"No difficulty at all. Why did that 'fat sheep' Hashirama like this stuff?" Madara muttered.
It was no challenge for him. His battle-honed reflexes could easily keep up with his eyes.
"Sugoi! The last person to beat this was one of the Four Heavenly Kings, Coco!"
"What a pro! His vision is amazing!"
A crowd gathered. This was the hardest game in the casino, and most people didn't even try it. Relying on luck just didn't work.
"Madara, how about you let me use your Sharingan?" Gudako asked.
Madara Uchiha: "?"
"Wait... aren't you afraid of the pain?"
Although the Sharingan supports "hot-swapping," gouging out an eyeball hurts. Most people can't take it.
"We'll use anesthesia! And then just heal the wound immediately," Gudako said.
"If you want to use them..."
Madara took two small jars from his robe. Two eyeballs were floating in a special solution.
"These are Uchiha eyes. Black Zetsu collected a lot of them back in the day. These belonged to a female Uchiha."
"Wait, you actually have them?"
Gudako was stunned. You just carry them around? Are they... plug-and-play?