The glowing white chess grid slowly dimmed, eventually turning into a dull dark gray. An invisible force lifted Russell and the Twelve Sleeping Chambers to move forward slowly, stopping at the second square.
Russell squatted on the ground silently for a long time. After the throwing was over, the dice disappeared without a trace, but the dazzling 1 point occupied his retina like a lingering vision, deeply hurting his self-esteem.
What is this, mocking his bad luck?
"No, no, no, this is impossible! No matter how bad my luck is, such a ridiculous thing will never happen. So..."
"This is punishment. It is the Lord God's punishment for cheaters. Anyone who tries to take advantage of loopholes will be mercilessly punished."
"Yes, that's it!"
The more Russell talked, the more he felt it made sense. He finally convinced himself and stood up energetically: "This 1 point cannot prove my luck. If you give me another chance, I will definitely be able to throw 6 points!"
Ding!
A crisp prompt sounded, and the Lord God's indifferent voice spread to all corners of the second grid. Only then did Russell notice that the surrounding space was gray.
[Reincarnators, please note that the current [Independence Day] world war has ended, and the winner is the human side, please continue to roll the dice]
"It's over, the winner is human beings..."
The main god's prompt leaked information, which meant that all times in the 20 war worlds were synchronized. This was a good thing for Russell. He had the opportunity to contact other reincarnators, and the probability of triggering the lottery was greatly increased.
However, this is not the most important thing. For Russell, whose self-esteem has been hit, his chance to prove himself has come. He throws the dice again and uses 6 points to wash away the slander on his luck!
(◣_◢)??
In an instant, Russell's eyes changed. With the Adamant alloy knife in hand, he walked toward the twelve dormant chambers.
It was still the familiar dormant chamber, and it was still the familiar reincarnation. Russell pried open the dormant chamber, added a forehand and a backhand, and slapped him several times to wake up the man who was sleeping like a dead pig.
"嘤~~~"
"My face hurts! Who are you? Why do you always hit..."
Bang!
The dice fell in the air, and Russell knocked the unlucky guy unconscious with a knife from his hand. It was still the familiar angle and the same force.
After closing the dormant chamber again, Russell took a deep breath while holding the dice, raised his hands high, and let the dice fall freely.
When the dice hit the ground, it hit Russell's feet and rolled forward, jumping up and down, and rolled seven or eight meters.
Russell chased after him lightly, with his heart raised and not daring to take a breath. He was relieved when he saw the dice rolling slower and slower, revealing six black concave spots.
Before it was over, the dice showed the top 6 points and did not stop immediately. It stubbornly continued to roll forward.
5 o'clock!
It wasn't 6 o'clock, but 5 o'clock was quite big. It was within Russell's acceptance range. He wiped away the cold sweat and said that it was all a trivial matter and he wouldn't take it to heart.
However, it was still not over. The dice, which was about to stop, turned over again, and in Russell's wide eyes, it showed a bright 1 o'clock.
The little red dot is dazzlingly red!
"..."
Russell held his heart, feeling full of malice coming from all directions, draining the air and making it impossible to breathe.
The invisible force appeared again, carrying him and the twelve dormant warehouses into the third chess grid, which was still gray.
Russell was talking to himself, not paying attention to the surrounding situation: "No, the dice hit my foot just now when it landed, otherwise it must have been 6 o'clock... Give me another chance, I will definitely be able to do it!"
A ding sounded, and the opportunity came.
[Reincarnators, please note that the current [World War Z] world war has ended, and the winner is the zombie side, please continue to roll the dice]
"Did the zombies win? The reincarnators who entered this world are a bit miserable!"
Russell was stunned for a moment, then with a ferocious smile behind him, he walked towards the familiar dormant chamber, raised his knife and pried it open. It was still the familiar reincarnator.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
After the four big ears were scraped, the unlucky guy suddenly woke up and opened his eyes in confusion: "It hurts so much. What happened..."
The moment the dice appeared, Russell's knife also fell down. He closed the dormant chamber hard and came to an open space holding the dice.
"I don't believe it! This time it must be... it will definitely not be 1 o'clock!"
After speaking fiercely, Russell raised his hand and threw the dice out, then locked his eyes firmly on it. The dice didn't keep him waiting too long. It rolled four or five times and revealed the top 1 point.
"..."
I feel so tired and want to die!
"What excuse should I use this time? Air resistance, uneven ground, shaking when I shoot, the design of the dice does not comply with aerodynamics..."
There is no greater sadness than heartbreak. Russell was struggling, should he prove it again?
The invisible force brought Russell and the twelve dormant warehouses to the fourth chess square. As soon as he looked at the gray surroundings, Russell knew that his chance to prove himself had come.
[Reincarnators, please note that the current [Avatar] World War has ended, and the winner is the Na'vi side, please continue to roll the dice]
Listening to the prompt tone from the Lord God, Russell was silent for a long time, walked quietly to the familiar dormant chamber, quietly raised the knife to pry it open, and then slapped it several times.
"嘤嘤~~~"
The man with swollen cheeks woke up slowly, with tears in the corners of his eyes, full of resentment: "Don't fight yet, let me finish what I have to say..."
Bang!
The man passed out expertly, but Russell, who was holding the dice, was silent. Should he throw it again and get 1 point, or should he let it go and try someone else?
After a while, Russell held the man's hand and asked him to grab the dice and throw it outward.
"I'm too stubborn! Luck is such an elusive thing. It's mysterious and mysterious. It's hard to explain. There's nothing to prove!" Russell shook his head indifferently, as if he had made a breakthrough in his spiritual realm and the sky had collapsed. Not surprised.
The dice rolled to a halt, and Russell remained calm and looked over without interest.
6 o'clock!
"hehe……"
At this moment, Russell was already unfazed and snorted twice with a smile on his face: "It's only 6 o'clock. What can you prove? Do I care?"
He shook his head slightly, turned around, mentioned the familiar man, and slapped him several times.
Yes, he cares!
The unlucky guy's cheeks were so swollen that he barely opened his eyes and begged for mercy: "Brother, please give me a good time..."
Bang!
With a hand knife falling, Russell was too lazy to talk nonsense to the other party, and slapped him a few more times. Then he felt refreshed and let go of his hand, closing the dormant chamber.
With the support of invisible power, Russell and the twelve dormant warehouses arrived at the tenth square of the chessboard. There were only 20 worlds in total. He was halfway through with just a few slaps, which made him sigh.
"Oh, what a blessing!"
