Bizarre Detainment Facility: You're Containing a Human Like Me?

On the other side, the gambler took off his mask and threw it away.

At this time, he was sitting on a large sofa with his legs on a table.

There is a deck of playing cards on the table, with a black Joker face up.

He looked at the joker and pondered for a long time, then straightened up and took the card in his hand.

Looking carefully at the clown pattern on it, the gambler showed a meaningful smile.

“Did fate choose this card?”

Just then, a black light flashed.

The Pope with a flesh-and-blood crown on his head appeared in front of him.

There was no expression on the Pope's face.

The gambler didn't pay attention to the pope who suddenly appeared, his eyes still stayed on the playing cards in his hand.

After a long time, the Pope suddenly sneered and said: What are you planning with the war?

The gambler put his head in his hands and leaned on the back of the sofa with a playful expression: What does it have to do with you?

Also, when you see me, you should call me Mr. Chief, not 'you'.

It's very rude of you, you know?

As he spoke, a look of pain came over the Pope's face.

As if he had been hurt in some way.

After a while, the pope's expression returned to normal.

He sneered and said: Don't think that you can restrict me with this bet.

The gambler shrugged, nodded nonchalantly and said, Okay, I understand.

Next time I will choose to gamble my life with you...

The Pope's eyes narrowed when he heard the gambler's words.

He gained a deeper insight into the madness of gamblers.

Even though he had told the gambler about Cthulhu's awakening, the gambler still chose to take over the Saint.

The gambler's reason is simple. Nick Ryder used the chief's position as a bargaining chip to make a bet with him.

Since the final winner is the gambler, he should naturally take over the Saints.

The Pope gently raised his hand, and the scepter in his hand emitted a dazzling sacred light.

Just as he was about to leave, the gambler seemed to get interested.

He suddenly stopped the Pope and said, Don't you think this is ironic?

The Pope stopped preparing to leave, and the scepter in his hand no longer emitted light.

What do you mean? He looked at the gambler calmly.

The gambler nodded towards the scepter in the Pope's hand and said:

I mean, don't you think it's ironic that you have betrayed your own beliefs and are still holding this sacred scepter?

Hearing this, the Pope's eyes narrowed again.

He put the scepter in his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully for a moment, and then a trace of sarcasm appeared on his face.

none of your business?

The gambler seemed not to have expected the Pope to speak to him like this.

But he didn't care, he just shook his head slightly and said: I can give you a chance to choose again.

If you could choose again, would you betray your beliefs?

After listening to the gambler, the Pope also became interested.

He sat opposite the gambler.

Compared with the gambler's carelessness, his temperament seems a bit strange.

The holy mixed with pure evil.

These two contradictory temperaments seemed strangely harmonious in him.

The Pope placed the scepter across his lap, then looked into the gambler's eyes and smiled: Mr. Chief, I don't doubt whether you have this ability.

But why should I choose again?

Does this mean anything to me?

After hearing his words, the gambler thought for a moment, and then laughed.

At least you can become more powerful, right?

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The pope nodded slightly and said, You are right. If I can complete the ritual, then I will indeed be more powerful than I am now.

But, does my lifespan allow me to go to the end?

Hearing this, the gambler sighed.

Your godhood ceremony... is indeed a bit difficult.

He knew a little about the contents of the Pope's rituals, which were related to faith.

This kind of ceremony is relatively difficult to complete.

The more difficult the ritual is to complete, the more powerful it will become after becoming a god.

Of course, this power is only relative.

When it comes to the person of gods, the difference in strength is more reflected in their own abilities.

and their layout capabilities.

The Pope sarcastically said again: Besides, you have no idea how majestic the Lord's body is.

As he spoke, his expression became fanatical.

He is as powerful as the sea. In front of Him, I can't even lie.

“And He has awakened and will come again.”

All of you are His food!

After listening to the Pope's words, the gambler sighed again.

I understand what you mean.

you can go now.

As he spoke, he waved his hand.

Just as the Pope was about to get up and leave, the gambler spoke again:

By the way, leave the holy relic in your hand.

I'm very interested in it.

After hearing this, although the Pope was reluctant, he still threw the scepter in his hand to the ground.

With a flash of black light, the Pope's figure disappeared.

At this time, the black and white clown pattern disappeared from the joker card in the gambler's hand.

In its place is the visage of the Pope.

The gambler murmured to himself again: Why did fate choose him? I really don't understand.

At this moment, a person slowly walked out from behind him.

The man stepped forward and reached out to pick up the scepter from the ground, and then gently wiped the 'dirt' on it with his clothes.

There was a solemn expression on his face.

The gambler shrugged and said with some confusion: I remember that your clone is perfect.

As he spoke, his expression became strange.

You wouldn't betray your beliefs like him, right?

The man shook his head gently and said in a calm tone: He is him, and I am me.

Hearing this, the gambler still had doubts on his face.

The suspicion on the gambler's face was naturally caught by that man's eyes.

He didn't try to explain, but slowly raised the scepter in his hand.

The next second, divine light filled the entire room.

That light is so sacred that it does not contain any impurities.

The light fell on his face.

The expression on his face was more sacred and solemn than the light from the scepter.

The gambler nodded, and then said: Your becoming a god ceremony is very difficult, you have to be prepared.

This person is obviously the Pope's identity.

He just shook his head slightly, without any worry in his tone: I will become a god.

After saying that, he looked at the gambler again: You don't need to put all your chips on me. This is not in line with the style of a gambler.

Hearing his words, the corner of the gambler's mouth slowly rose.

I'm different from ordinary gamblers. I've never lost before, and I never will in the future.

As he spoke, he tore the black joker in his hand into pieces.

Then he stood up and said with a smile on his face:

I'm a gambler and I'm going to start placing bets!

After saying that, he randomly picked a card from the playing cards on the table and turned it over.

That's a colorful joker.