novelraw Chapter 71 : Only Those Who Bet Their Lives Are Worthy of Becoming Gods
Chapter 71 : Only Those Who Bet Their Lives Are Worthy of Becoming Gods
Chapter 71: Only Those Who Bet Their Lives Are Worthy of Becoming Gods
At this moment, on the high seas, torrential rain poured down as violent winds whipped up waves several meters high, smashing viciously against the steel hull of the “Poseidon,” releasing dull, thunderous booms.
The auction had just ended. That 【Game of Gods Invitation】 worth twenty billion Stellar Ring currency, bundled with national strategic–level technical blueprints, had already been placed into a password case forged from special alloy.
The case was currently being carried in the hand of the Morgan family elder’s personal bodyguard.
This bodyguard stood two meters tall, his entire body packed with muscles bulging like granite.
Around him, two full teams of heavily armed bodyguards spread out in a circular formation, muzzles vigilantly aimed at every possible blind spot.
And farther out, two high-speed escort warships of the Stellar Ring United States had already activated their fire-control radars, locking onto every inch of this sea area.
This was the deterrent power of the Stellar Ring United States.
In the face of such firepower, any covetous intent seemed nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Elder Morgan stood beside a heavy transport helicopter that had just landed on the deck, the raging wind messing up his meticulously groomed silver hair.
He turned around and glanced at the other competitors standing at the entrance of the banquet hall, each wearing different expressions, his eyes filled with condescending pity.
“Gentlemen,”
The old man’s voice was aged, yet it still pierced through the wind and rain, “in this world, there are some things that are destined to belong only to a select few.”
With that, he turned and boarded the aircraft, transferring from the “Poseidon” to the Stellar Ring United States’ “Pegasus.”
Behind the bulletproof porthole of the “Pegasus,” Elder Morgan held a glass of champagne, elegantly gazing out at the pitch-black sea.
In his view, everything had already settled.
Could anyone really dare to snatch something from a warship of the Stellar Ring United States?
Thinking of this, Elder Morgan was even amused by his own ridiculous thought.
However, the very next second.
Boom!!!
A heaven-shaking explosion drowned out the thunder.
A massive fireball suddenly erupted along the side of the giant vessel, a fierce shockwave mixed with shards of steel.
“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!”
“Radar has detected targets approaching at high speed! Number… thirty! No, fifty!”
Inside the bridge of the “Pegasus,” the radar operator’s voice shattered the silence.
Firelight soared into the sky, and piercing alarms tore through the night.
“Protect the target!!”
The furious roars of the bodyguards were instantly swallowed by dense gunfire.
“Open fire! Sink them!” the captain roared.
The close-in weapon systems on the escort ships spewed out tongues of flame hundreds of meters long.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several speedboats charging at the front were instantly blown apart.
But the remaining speedboats still charged toward that steel behemoth without hesitation.
Chu He had long used the money he saved at the auction to buy the lives of these desperados.
At this moment, Chu He had already taken off his expensive bespoke suit, replacing it with a bulletproof tactical vest, holding a modified large-caliber automatic rifle in his hands.
“Charge through! Ram them!”
Chu He laughed wildly, his eyes bloodshot, seawater mixed with rain slamming into his face.
Boom—!
Accompanied by several consecutive earth-shaking explosions, four speedboats successfully broke through the fire net and closed in on the “Pegasus.”
“Board them!!”
Amid rolling smoke and firelight, dozens of black figures exploited the chaos created by the explosions, rapidly climbing onto the deck with grappling guns.
He held a modified automatic rifle in his hands, letting the rain wash over that twisted, crazed face.
“Kill!!!”
A roar burst from Chu He’s throat.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!
Bullets poured out like a rainstorm.
“Stop him! Open fire! Open fire!”
The captain of Elder Morgan’s bodyguards discovered in horror that this group of attackers did not care about life or death at all.
Pfft!
A bullet pierced through Chu He’s left shoulder, kicking up a spray of blood.
Chu He’s body staggered violently, yet he did not even grunt, continuing to charge forward like a madman.
The frenzied surge of adrenaline temporarily blocked out the pain; in his eyes there was only that silver password case.
The desperados around Chu He fell one after another, their blood instantly dyeing the pooled rainwater on the deck red.
“Madmen… a bunch of madmen!”
Elder Morgan tried to board the helicopter, but Chu He raised his gun and unleashed a burst, the bullets precisely striking the rotor’s connecting shaft. Sparks flew everywhere, the helicopter shook violently, and it was forced to abort takeoff.
“Give me the case!!!”
Chu He threw away the emptied rifle, drew the tactical dagger from his waist, and lunged at the giant bodyguard carrying the case like a wild beast.
“Looking for death!”
A trace of disdain flashed through the bodyguard’s eyes as he lifted his leg and delivered a heavy kick straight into Chu He’s chest.
Crack!
The clear sound of bones fracturing rang out in the rainy night.
Chu He’s entire body flew backward, slamming heavily into the deck railing, a mouthful of blood spraying out.
An ordinary person, after suffering such a blow, would likely have already lost consciousness.
But he coughed up blood while staggering back to his feet.
In his eyes there was only reckless greed and desire.
“So this is… what you call elites?”
Chu He wiped the blood and rain from his face, looking at those soldiers hiding behind ballistic shields—well equipped yet hesitant—and let out a piercing, manic laugh.
“You hold the most advanced weapons in your hands, with the most powerful nation standing behind you…”
“But you’re afraid to die.”
Chu He shuffled forward step by step. With each step, a bloody footprint was left behind.
“You’re just carrying out orders, just collecting a paycheck.”
“And I…”
Chu He suddenly tore open his blood-soaked shirt, revealing the C4 explosive vest strapped to his body, flashing with red lights.
At that moment, everyone froze.
The giant bodyguard’s pupils shrank violently as he subconsciously stepped back half a step.
“I came here to bet my life!!!”
Chu He roared, yanking open the safety ring of the detonator, his thumb hovering over the trigger, “Give me the case! Otherwise, we’ll all go see God together!!”
The rain grew even heavier.
Elder Morgan hid behind his bodyguards, peering through the gaps at that man drenched in blood.
He had seen countless desperados, and countless greedy merchants.
But he had never seen such eyes.
They held extreme contempt for the old order—a madness willing to wager everything just to touch divinity.
Wealth, status, life, soul—everything pushed onto the gambling table as chips.
Elder Morgan stared at Chu He and asked, “Is it worth it?”
At this moment, Chu He had at least five gunshot wounds, and his clothes were already soaked through with blood.
“Is it worth it?”
“Of course it’s worth it!”
“Because only those who bet their lives are worthy of becoming gods!!”
“Give it to him…”
At last, under Chu He’s madness, Elder Morgan gave the order in a trembling voice, “Give him the case.”
At this distance, if the explosives detonated, the helicopter, the case, and the elder himself would all be reduced to ashes.
Losing the case was a grave dereliction of duty, but if one lost their life, there would be nothing left at all.
The giant bodyguard gritted his teeth and, with extreme reluctance, slid the silver password case toward Chu He.
Chu He slammed his hand down on the sliding case, but did not deactivate the explosives on his body.
“The password!”
Then, Chu He used trembling fingers to input the password Elder Morgan told him.
Click.
The case popped open.
The silver 【Game of Gods Invitation】 lay quietly in the velvet lining, radiating a captivating glow.
Chu He grabbed the card in one motion.
The icy sensation spread from his fingertips through his entire body, making his blood-loss-chilled form shudder violently.
This was it…
This was it!!!
Chu He threw his head back and howled, “Hahahahahaha!!!”
He turned around, facing the soldiers who still had their guns raised, facing those wealthy elites trembling behind bulletproof glass in the distance.
He raised the invitation in his hand, as if displaying spoils of war, or as if making some kind of sacred oath.
“You think money can buy everything?”
“You think hiding safely in the rear, relying on power and capital, you can steal the power of gods?”
“Dream on!!”
Chu He’s voice was hoarse and deranged, “Beneath the throne of the gods lies a mountain of corpses!”
“Those who dare not bleed are not worthy of becoming gods!”
“Only those who bet their lives are worthy of entering the arena!!”
Bang!
A dull sniper rifle shot rang out.
The sniper on the distant destroyer fired.
The bullet tore through Chu He’s abdomen. The massive impact flung his entire body backward, yet he clenched the invitation in his hand with a death grip.
The railing behind him had already been destroyed in the earlier explosion.
Chu He’s body, like a kite with its string cut, fell toward the pitch-black, churning sea.
Boom—!
At the instant Chu He hit the water, he pressed the detonator in his hand.
But the explosives on his body did not detonate—they were fake, merely red bricks and LED lights.
What truly exploded was the rendezvous speedboat he had parked beneath the cruise ship.
A massive column of water shot skyward, and the surging waves instantly swallowed the spot where Chu He had fallen, cutting off any possibility of immediate recovery.
The ocean, like a gigantic maw, devoured this crazed gambler, leaving behind only utter chaos on the deck.
……
The next day.
The Stellar Ring United States Navy sealed off the entire sea area and conducted salvage operations for a full 72 hours, but they did not find Chu He.
Chu He, who had seized the invitation, seemed to have vanished from the world. No one knew where he was—until the beginning of the next Game of Gods.