There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

"Heh."

Wen Ping dodged the gambling den owner's slap and, as if casually, flicked the dust off his shoulder, chuckling, "We'll meet again."

With that,

he took the necklace from the owner's hand and disappeared into the crowd without looking back.

Completely ignoring the pleas and calls of the guests around him.

...

"Hey, little brother, don't go, we've already got six jokers, one more and you win 10 million Points, isn't that worth more than the necklace?"

"Yeah, that's 10 million Points, what are you waiting for if not to take a chance at this time?"

"Here, young man, I'll give you 1000 Points to finish this game, how about it?"

The guests around the gambling table looked at Wen Ping's unwaveringly departing figure with faces full of regret.

Although they hadn't participated in this round,

watching such a staggering gamble to the end was thrilling for them, regardless of who won; it satisfied their craving and gave them something to talk about in the future.

It's a shame it ended in such an anticlimactic way.

"But I have to say the kid's got some real luck, typically we'd rarely encounter a wild card face, and this guy gets six in a row, it's outrageous."

"Do you think he could be a Card Shark or something?"

"Definitely not, this place is covered by a Prop with an extremely high priority in rules, it's impossible to cheat here, and besides, isn't the owner standing right there watching?"

"Would the owner not know if there was cheating?"

"That too."

"Hahahaha."

Just then, the bald gambling den owner, looking quite pleased, raised his hands and gestured for quiet: "Alright, everyone, you can disperse now. You've all seen that it was this young man who decided to end the game."

"It's actually a bit of a pity."

"I really did want to lose those 10 million Points so that business would be better in the future."

"Tsk."

The guests around them, all sharp and savvy, clearly understood the owner's thoughts and wordlessly waved their hands and dispersed, continuing with what they were doing before.

And when no one was watching the table anymore,

the gambling den owner finally breathed a sigh of relief and handed the coin back to a staff member, feeling fortunate to have acted swiftly, suffering only a slight loss rather than an unknowable amount.

Luckily.

It was just good fortune.

But pity about that Prop; he had started from scratch twice relying on it, and now, from this day forward, he would no longer have that chance.

But that was fine, at least the gambling den was still there, and as long as the place and its reputation persisted, losing a necklace didn't really matter.

Just then—

The gambling den owner, about to turn away and leave, suddenly thought of something and hesitated. Seeing that no one was around, he took back the coin from the staff member and tentatively tossed it into the air.

Immediately afterward, he saw the coin fall to the table, spinning continuously.

As it slowly came to a stop, it stood upright on the table.

Not heads, not tails, but standing on its edge.

A joker face!

The seventh joker face!

A straight flush of joker faces!

"..."

Gulping sound.

The gambling den owner unconsciously swallowed, his eyes full of fear and shock, along with disbelief. It was fortunate that he stopped the loss in time by giving away the necklace. Had he stubbornly decided to bet!

He would have been utterly ruined by now!

That young man...

How could he be so certain that the last coin would be a joker face!?

Was it an extreme trust in his own luck, or was it some rule or Prop he couldn't access?

...

"Yi."

On the rooftop, Tuberculosis Rabbit sat in a beach chair, chin propped on one hand, eyes full of confusion, and asked, "What did you mean just now when you said there's a difference between luck and Rule Luck?"

"I didn't quite understand."

"Rule Luck? What is that?"

"Hmm."

Chen Yi pondered for a moment before explaining, "Suppose you have a box in front of you, and there's a fifty percent chance of something good happening and a fifty percent chance of disaster when you open it."

"What happens when you open it with your luck maxed out?"

"Of course, something good will happen, my luck is maxed out, how could there be a disaster?"

"Right, that's true," Chen Yi continued, "But if there's a ninety-nine percent chance of disaster and only a one percent chance of something good in the box, what happens when you open it with your luck maxed out?"

"It'll still be something good."

Tuberculosis Rabbit expressed doubt, "If my luck is maxed, drawing the one percent chance wouldn't be too hard, right? Otherwise, what's the point of having maxed luck if it's that weak?"

"Exactly, that's the critical point."

Chen Yi suddenly sat up straight, his expression serious, and said, "We assume that with maxed luck we'll definitely encounter something good because we know there's a one percent chance of that happening in the box, we're aware of the precondition, right?"

"But if—"

"If the box only leads to disaster upon opening, what happens when you open it with your luck maxed out?"

Without waiting for Tuberculosis Rabbit to reply,

Chen Yi continued, "This is where we need to distinguish whether the observer has sufficient information. You've heard of quantum mechanics. It mentions that under human observation, many things can change."