A Life-or-Death Gambling Game? No Problem, I Have Powerful Connections

[Dual male leads + one-on-one, mutually faithful HE + love and hate + the irresistible truth + a wife-chasing crematorium + gambling games]

Dragged into an instance world, Mu Yan expected it to be full of snarling monsters, bloodstains everywhere, and mysterious attacks lurking around every corner, with one careless move enough to get him killed.

Instead, he found magnificent ancient buildings, blue bricks and white tiles, festive red silk hanging everywhere, neatly arranged gambling tables, and three buildings in distinct colors.

Even entering the game required a bet, with lives as the stakes.

There was no judge in the Hall of Settled Accounts. Everyone was a gambler, and victory or defeat was left to fate.

Mu Yan sneered. Fate? To hell with fate. I am fate.

A real man never admits defeat. With one worthless life, you fight anyway. From the start, he had nothing but a baseball bat, yet he could still slaughter his way through the entire instance.

Once he finished this damn game, the first thing he would do was send some idiot straight to the underworld.

Fei “Some Idiot” Ya: ...Ahem, well, the Hall of Settled Accounts belongs to the underworld. I happen to be a minor official.

Mu Yan: ...

Since that was the case, he had planned to leave well enough alone and avoid fighting the authorities. But Sui Cheng's behavior made him sense that something was a little off.

That handsome man who kept watching him from behind seemed to have a more complicated identity than he let on.

Mu Yan had thought the man wanted his body, but it turned out he wanted his personality.

He asked Mu Yan to become his successor, with the perk that someday he could stand on equal footing with a certain idiot.

Well, what was there to say? From now on, everyone had better show him some respect. He had powerful connections now, so certain brain-damaged hypnotists could stay far away.

Fei, whose first love had gotten off to a disastrous start: ...Baby, I'm sorry. Kiss, kiss.

Mu Yan: Out the door, turn right, and get lost.