Hongwu Cafe.

“Hey? Boss Snake, why are the odds for him so high? And there’s no limit to the maximum bet? Aren’t you afraid of losing big?”

The customers looked at the local channel’s ‘Death Gambling’ and found that the odds for the ‘popular contestant’ were 1.65, which was quite strange. According to past experience, the odds for popular contestants were usually at most 1.0001 or even lower, and there was a limit to the maximum bet for each person.

Because everyone could figure out who would die in each trial by looking at the information of the death row inmates, Boss Snake would not just give away money for free.

The popular gambling games in the casino were usually those with high unpredictability, such as ‘the difference between the highest and lowest votes’, ‘whether the highest votes can exceed 150,000 within 15 minutes’, or ‘whether there will be a prisoner fight within 5 minutes’.

Boss Snake, who was next to the bar, stuck out his tongue and hissed, “Yeah, I’m losing big. If all of you bet on him, I’ll be in trouble~”

The customers laughed and said, “Hey, I don’t want to make money from Boss Snake. I just want to lose for fun. Hey~ I want to bet on the one with the lowest odds and a betting limit.”

Lawrence looked at the gambling game on the screen and wondered if he should give it a try. He had been in the Broken Lake Prison for over a year and hadn’t gambled in a long time.

Almost anyone could set up a local gambling game like this without any restrictions, but there was one condition: the house had to deposit a large amount of money into the Camon Commercial Bank in advance. Otherwise, the bank would not provide the money betting service for the gambling game, which also effectively prevented the house from losing money and refusing to pay.

After browsing through the ‘highest votes’ odds for the eight death row inmates, Lawrence knew who was most likely to be the one redeemed in this Blood Moon Trial.

The one with the lowest odds was naturally the person that everyone thought would die.

Generally speaking, the one with the lowest odds was often the ‘popular contestant’ that could be determined from the information. But this time…

“Interesting…”

Lawrence smiled and placed a large bet on the person with the lowest odds.

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…

Asho finally understood.

Why Harvey could be so sure that he would have a high probability of being ‘randomly’ chosen tonight – it turned out that the so-called random selection was based on audience voting!

The death row inmate with the most votes would receive the first prize of a trip to Heaven!

The executioner would send you directly to Heaven!

But why was Asho doomed as long as it was an audience vote?

Because Asho had been a hot topic in the news in recent days!

He was the ‘popular contestant of the month’ and the ‘cover figure of the news’!

The news in recent days about Asho Heath’s heretical rise was explained in a detailed and vivid manner. Even Asho himself found it fascinating. It could be imagined that most of the audience was familiar with Asho by now.

What is audience appeal?

This is audience appeal!

Since you are so familiar, then it’s you!

As Asho watched his vote count rapidly increase and the crimson ‘executioner’ in front of him becoming increasingly huge and ferocious, almost occupying most of the platform and squeezing Asho to the edge of the platform, he felt every cell in his body roaring, shouting for him to escape!

Just when Asho was about to collapse, a scream suddenly came from beside him!

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

The orc prisoner next to him screamed as if he had been touched by a hot iron, making a pitiful and helpless sound like a little girl!

This orc was burned by the blue flames on the slender executioner’s body, causing his body to tremble and retreat to the edge, grabbing the steel wire tightly, looking pitiful, weak, and helpless!

At this moment, other prisoners also screamed in pain, each of them in excruciating agony.

Although there were no visible injuries on their bodies, they looked as if their nails were torn off and inserted back into their flesh, causing intense pain.

There was even a goblin death row inmate who walked on the steel wire, relying on his light body.

They would rather risk falling into the sea than stand with the executioner!

Is it that painful?

Although Asho knew that they were death row inmates, he didn’t have a clear understanding of it because the inmates’ actions were limited by the chips. But at this moment, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of superiority.

Oh, you scream so pitifully, so terrifying, death row inmates. Unlike me, I don’t feel any pain~

“Violation…Violation!”

A death row inmate whose mouth was burned by the purifying flames roared, “This is a violation of human rights. The Blood Moon Trial should not harm us in the voting process!”

“You are torturing us, trampling on our dignity, using us as a means of torture!”

“Human rights organizations, members of the city council are also watching the Blood Moon Trial. Report them and stop them!”

“Yes, the voting process should be safe for us! Broken Lake Prison is violating the rules of the Blood Moon Trial!”

“Stop this trial now! Hurry!”

Asho also felt strange because from various sources of information, it was indeed the case that in most Blood Moon Trials, only one person would die, and the other seven could safely return to the prison.

In fact, most of the inmates that Asho had met were survivors of the Blood Moon Trial, and some even became regulars who would dangerously test the boundaries multiple times.

Moreover, the Blood Moon Kingdom paid great attention to racial and human rights (at least on the surface), and would never allow any punishments that aimed to torture or use people as means.

Even the interrogation had been unified and changed to ‘memory retrieval’.

Criminals would not suffer any physical torture from arrest to imprisonment.

Whether you want to confess or not, we won’t violate your human rights in the slightest.

Of course, whether ‘memory retrieval’ could be considered a violation of human rights was another matter.

So the doubts of the death row inmates about Broken Lake Prison had some legal basis. Their current situation was undoubtedly pure torture, which did not comply with the spirit of redemption in the Blood Moon Trial. It was a blasphemy against the Blood Moon Sovereign and a regression of equality among all beings!

“No, it’s not.”

Nagu shook his head. “The rules of this Blood Moon Trial have been approved by the council, human rights organizations, and various racial rights organizations. There are no inhumane arrangements. Although your current situation seems dangerous, as long as you stay in place and do nothing, you will not be harmed.”

“Ah! Ah!” Just at this moment, the executioner of the orc death row inmate suddenly increased in size, and the flames of purification burned the orc’s skin, causing this burly orc to scream like a little girl.

“This is called not being harmed at all!?” The death row inmates trembled with anger. “You… you hybrid of a goblin and a goblin prostitute, just like those green-skinned trash with pig-like teeth, can only spew shit!?”

“You despicable bastard raised in the Lower City Orphanage!”

“You’re a chick who was fucked by a goblin male prostitute!”

At this moment, the death row inmates remembered that they had unlocked all the restraints and were no longer bound by rules such as racial equality and polite language. They suddenly erupted with vigorous combat power, as if they wanted to spew all the dirty words that had been trapped in their throats at once. A single sentence could encompass regional discrimination, racial discrimination, and gender discrimination, making Asho unable to help but listen attentively.

Until he heard Harvey shout out:

“You fool who believes in the Four Pillar Gods!”

Asho looked at Harvey. Although he didn’t believe in them, he felt like he was being insulted, so he shouted back, “Stinking necromancer who likes to sleep with corpses!”

Harvey glared at him, and Asho glared back. Then he heard Harvey ask in a suppressed voice, “How do you know?”

“Ah?”

The executioner didn’t push Asho into the sea, but this sentence almost made Asho take three steps back and fall into the sea.