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2333 My Wish Is to Make the Fat Ball Experience My Pain

At that moment, Senior Three-Eyed and the smurf of the fat ball boss simultaneously turned their gaze toward Song Shuhang.

“Of course, I’m in agreement,” Song Shuhang quickly responded.

The two rulers of the Netherworld fixed their eyes on him, one with a single eye and the other with three eyes. It created quite the imposing atmosphere.

Furthermore, the ‘rune’ in question had originally been staked by the horse. Song Shuhang would have agreed even if it were something as trivial as a horseshoe since it was, after all, his own horse.

“Now it’s my turn,” the three-eyed youth said as he took out three seeds. “Currently, I don’t possess an item of equivalent value. If the quality is lacking, I’ll compensate with quantity. These three seeds contain the blueprints for three special magical tools: one is a ‘Planet-level strategic magical treasure,’ another is a powerful consumable magical tool known as the ‘Sky Opening Eye,’ and the last is an ‘Absolute Force Field Shield’ capable of covering an entire planet. These three designs of mine should be sufficient as the wager for this occasion.”

Upon hearing Senior Three-Eyed’s description, Song Shuhang couldn’t help but think of the dreaded big-eyed planet boss who had caused him so much trouble. The big-eyed planet boss was among the top three adversaries Song Shuhang hoped never to encounter, and the only one who had infiltrated his Inner World.

A Star Traveller-level body, a fearsome offensive magical tool, and an absolute force field shield covering the entire body—Senior Three-Eyed’s three designs clearly resembled the prototype of the big-eyed planet boss.

It was astonishing that Senior Three-Eyed would offer this as a wager.

However, Song Shuhang had a nagging feeling that there was something missing from this three-in-one design.

He pinched his chin while deep in thought.

Moments later, he asked, “Senior, do you happen to possess the blueprint for the Heart Drive Furnace?” He had remembered a crucial detail and inquired.

Senior Three-Eyed appeared surprised by the question. How did Song Shuhang know about this closely-guarded secret?

“The heart drive furnace is the cunning aspect of my master’s plan. He revealed designs for strategic planetary magical equipment, weapons, and shield designs but kept the blueprint for the heart hidden, and that’s quite underhanded,” the eyeball butler muttered, its voice audible to everyone in the room while refilling their teacups.

The three-eyed youth was left speechless.

At that moment, the fat ball chimed in, “Although the core blueprint is missing, the value of the three designs is sufficient.”

It didn’t require the core blueprint because it possessed advanced core technology from the power furnace that was enough to support this strategic magical treasure. It readily accepted the bet.

The horse concurred with a snort.

Again, the attention of Senior Three-Eyed’s three eyes, the horse’s two eyes, and the fat ball’s single eye converged on Song Shuhang.

The pressure was palpable.

“I agree,” Song Shuhang affirmed. His decision was straightforward; Senior White Two had already mastered the core technique.

Senior White Two had managed to deceive the big-eyed planet’s boss into handing over a heart power furnace, which he then incorporated into Little Sun T233. Along the way, he had conducted extensive research on it. Given Senior White Two’s skills, replicating a ‘heart core power core’ was well within his capability.

Furthermore, considering Song Shuhang’s present strength, financial resources, and manpower, constructing a magical treasure of this caliber was a daunting task. If luck wasn’t on their side, they might never have the opportunity to build it within their lifetimes. Financial resources were the primary obstacle.

Hence, even if he won the bet, Song Shuhang would likely keep the design as a closely guarded secret or share it exclusively with Senior White and Senior White Two.

“You three are quite straightforward. Were it me, I wouldn’t be so quick to let go of my master’s secrets,” the butler quipped with a cheeky smile.

This time, the totem pole’s appearance was remarkably different and resembled a torch.

The eyeball butler’s eye fixated on the torch’s central point as its form flickered into a blazing flame.

Song Shuhang covertly rubbed his forehead. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but when he had first met Senior Three-Eyed, the eyeball butler hadn’t exhibited such mischievous behavior.

However, after multiple interactions with Senior Three-Eyed, he had noticed the eyeball butler growing progressively more unrestrained.

When in the company of more individuals, the eyeball butler’s actions became increasingly wanton.

Was it familiarity that prompted it to shed its disguise and reveal its true nature? Or perhaps… infection?

“At any rate, I certainly didn’t infect it,” Song Shuhang muttered to himself.

The three-eyed youth observed the burning eyeball butler and lightly touched his own chest. He, too, sensed that the eyeball butler was remarkably lively today. It was akin to a peacock flaunting its feathers, one that was eager to make an impression.

Could it be harboring thoughts of switching allegiances?

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“Now that the terms are settled, let the gambling ceremony commence. What shall we wager on next?” the three-eyed youth inquired.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Song Shuhang suggested a simple and straightforward game after having already engaged in one bet with Senior Three-Eyed.

Upon voicing his suggestion, a horse’s hoof was extended toward him.

The horse shot a pointed look at Song Shuhang. If he couldn’t fashion a rock-paper-scissors shape from this horse’s hoof today, he’d consider serving it to him as an unconventional delicacy.

“How about a duel to the death?” the fat ball retorted while locking its cold gaze onto Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang was unfazed by the challenge. “If you’re restricted to the Seventh Stage Venerable Realm, I should be able to manage.”

During the previous bet with Senior Three-Eyed, he had evened the odds by suppressing his strength, level, and attributes to match his opponent’s. Fairness was the hallmark of Senior Three-Eyed’s gambling ceremonies.

As long as he constrained the fat ball to the Seventh Stage, Song Shuhang harbored confidence in his ability to withstand its assaults.

The playful horse emitted a long, resounding neigh.

“Understood. I have a playstyle that should suit everyone,” Senior Three-Eyed declared while extracting yet another box.

This time, the box was filled with pitch-black chaos. It was distinct from the toy models previously presented.

“The game’s rules are simple. The last survivor wins and may choose to withdraw at any time. It’s called ‘World of Wishes.’ Before entering the game, each participant’s most cherished wish will be realized and transformed into a talent upon entering the game,” Senior Three-Eyed explained.

“A wish, like world peace?” Song Shuhang inquired.

“It’s a wish that can be materialized and turned into a talent. If your wish is world peace, the materialized talent might be a potent defensive ability,” Senior Three-Eyed clarified.

“Are you ready?” he queried before opening the box.

Song Shuhang, the fat ball boss, and the playful horse exchanged glances.

“Wishes… My wish is to obliterate the fat ball and make it experience the torment of being pursued by others.” Song Shuhang contemplated, with the thought persistently recurring in his mind.

The fat ball, however, fixed a steadfast gaze upon Song Shuhang and concealed its inner thoughts.

Moments later, the game began.

Within the chaotic realm, Song Shuhang suddenly underwent a transformation. He became a ball.