The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 368 - 333 Dice Lady, Save Me!

"Makes sense. You go save him when it’s ti."

Player 3 said.

"Okay."

Liu Zheng nodded.

With high strength and agility and full stamina, he was indeed the best choice for rescue, or for killing.

"Then it’s decided."

No sooner had Player 3 finished speaking than the Siren’s voice chid in just in ti.

"Discussion ti over. Now entering the action phase, Player 2 to act first."

"How much can I do in one turn?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It depends. You can propose what you want to do, and the host will decide if it’s feasible."

The Siren said.

"That much flexibility?"

He fell into thought.

"Then I’ll start by taking the bottle from Player 3’s hand, then throw it at the iron hook on the wall, taking advantage of the tentacle’s attack on the hook to rush to Mike Arthur’s side, then scoop him up and run to the upper deck."

"Possible, but you must pass a movent skill check first."

The Siren said.

"Then let’s do it."

Liu Zheng nodded.

With his attributes, the probability of failing the check was quite low.

"Player 2, the number required for this Combat Skill is 60. Roll the dice, and if the result is 60 or higher, the check is passed. If it is less than 60, the check fails."

Two ten-sided dice appeared in his hands.

Now that they could act, the dice could be thrown by themselves.

"Oh mighty God of Dice, I am willing to trade Dai Legao’s lifeti capacity for booze for one successful roll."

Liu Zheng held the dice and prayed again, even reducing his demands to increase the success rate.

Then, he tossed the dice into the air.

The dice hit the ceiling and then fell, rolling several tis on the floor before coming to a stop.

and 4.

"Check successful, Player 2 may begin his action."

The Siren said.

"Damn, it actually worked."

And so, the French Plane Tree would suffer; had he known, he would have traded Britain’s lifeti of typhoons instead.

Liu Zheng snatched the bottle from Player 3’s hand and made a throwing gesture toward the hook.

"Considering all factors, no penalty dice will be added to this throw."

"Player 2’s number requirent for this precise skill check is 60. Roll the dice, and if the result is 60 or higher, the check is passed. If it is less than 60, the check fails."

The Siren announced once more.

Two ten-sided dice appeared again.

"Oh mighty God of Dice, I am willing to trade Britain’s lifeti of typhoons for one successful roll."

As Liu Zheng prayed, the dice gradually ca to a stop.

and 3.

"Damn, just missed a great success by a hair."

He exclaid with surprise.

Indeed, esoteric tricks still worked; he just needed to lower his demands, not be too greedy.

The other players looked at each other, wondering if the Black Hand Gang’s dice luck was finally improving?

Liu Zheng’s arm swung automatically, and the bottle drew a beautiful arc in the air before smashing on the tip of the hook with a crisp sound.

And that thick tentacle, as if obeying so command, arched its front end high and then slamd down on the hook.

The sharp hook penetrated the tentacle and went through it, powered by the tentacle’s own huge montum.

Blood dripped down the hook onto the floor as the tentacle stiffened and trembled instantly.

"Roll a strength check to determine if the tentacle can break free from the hook."

The Siren instructed.

In the void, the sound of dice rolling resonated and then ceased.

"The tentacle has failed the strength check, Player 2 may continue."

Liu Zheng ran forward, then slid under the tentacle in a crouching position.

Since there was enough space beneath, the Siren did not require him to make a check.

Quickly, Liu Zheng reached Mike Arthur, whose face was frozen with terror.

"Please decide whether to use a dice check or speak a reality-based chant."

The Siren said.

"Reality-based chant, of course."

He replied.

With his high intelligence and a host of peculiar skills, it was a no-brainer that the check would be outrageously difficult.

"As Player 2 has chosen to use a reality-based chant, ga ti starts to flow."

The Siren announced.

Mike Arthur’s body began to tremble, and the hull of the ship started to rock violently.

"Listen, I don’t care if you’re an undercover pirate or a rich young master. Stick with us, and the worst that happens is we use you for a bounty or ransom. But if you fall into the hands of a sea monster, you will surely die. Nod if you understand."

Liu Zheng spoke rapidly.

Mike Arthur first looked at him in terror, then at the hooked tentacle, before nodding vigorously.

"Good."

Liu Zheng picked him up and ran toward the exit, with the other players following.

"Roll a luck dice to determine if an ergency event occurs."

At that mont, the Siren’s voice rose abruptly.

In the void, the dice rolled once more.

"... your group’s luck is abysmally bad."

After a mont of silence, the Siren spoke in a resigned tone.

"What do you an?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You’ll find out soon enough."

As she finished speaking, three more tentacles pierced through the hull, blocking their path.

"Hey, starting off like this is too much, isn’t it?"

He shouted.

"What can I do if your luck is just that bad?"

The Siren was exasperated.

Of course, it could also be that she was just too lucky.

An event that should only occur with a great success had indeed been rolled by her, sothing she had never managed as a player.

"How the hell do we get past this?"

Liu Zheng looked at the two tentacles blocking his way and said.