After a period of time, I once again came to Baiyang’s game venue.

On this day, I was delayed by a game and only arrived at “Bliss Bank” when it was almost evening.

I ran head-on into a refined young man wearing glasses, but before I could see his face clearly, he softly said “sorry” and hurriedly left.

I didn’t like talking with people to begin with, so I didn’t stop. I pushed open the revolving door, but as soon as I entered, I discovered the place was exceptionally noisy.

Normally at this time, today’s grand prize would have already been drawn, and “Bliss Bank” would have entered its closing hours. Yet the bank hall was filled with a full fifty or sixty people.

They were all gathered in twos and threes, loudly discussing something.

Some of them looked very excited, some looked very anxious. The entire hall was in chaos, looking almost as if the bank had gone bankrupt.

I tried my best to avoid everyone’s line of sight and went directly to Baiyang’s office.

“Brother Yang…” I closed the door behind me somewhat puzzled, asking with slight nervousness, “Did something happen?”

Although I knew that with Baiyang’s abilities and the games he designed, no trouble could possibly occur here, the crowd outside was still making a commotion with no signs of leaving. Yet so far, no one had come here to question Baiyang.

“It’s nothing.” Baiyang picked up his water glass and took a light sip, then said, “Someone won the grand prize.”

“Won… the grand prize…?”

I paused slightly, then opened a crack in the door to look outside. Sure enough, the crowd there was pointing at the display screen, and some people were holding their “lottery tickets” in hand with deep regret.

Their states were quite interesting. They seemed to be analyzing the winner’s thought process.

They believed that as long as they could figure out how the last winner was thinking, sooner or later they too would win the prize.

Moreover… this was probability theory dominated by Baiyang.

So someone here actually won the grand prize…?

Had that person seen through Baiyang’s game?

“How much did they win?” I asked.

“Two thousand nine hundred.” Baiyang answered.

“Two thousand nine hundred!” I exclaimed. “That many?!”

“Yes, it was a prize pool that had been accumulating for a long time. Having close to three thousand isn’t strange.” Baiyang’s tone was bland, as if talking about something unrelated to himself.

Right… thinking about it carefully, having three thousand in the prize pool wasn’t strange at all…

This didn’t mean three thousand people had purchased “lottery tickets.” Because of the special nature of the “lottery tickets,” if you wanted to “win,” you needed to purchase them anew every single day. This would cause the same person to possibly continuously replenish the prize pool quantity.

This rule also made these people mistakenly believe that purchasing “lottery tickets” was a kind of investment.

Because I didn’t participate in this game myself, I hadn’t paid any attention to how many “Daos” were in the prize pool. I never imagined it had already become so massive…

Using one “Dao” to exchange for two thousand nine hundred “Daos.”

What kind of concept was this?

But wouldn’t this severely affect “Bliss Bank’s” profits?

“Who won the ‘grand prize’?” I asked again.

“A rather interesting person.” Baiyang said. “He’s very suitable for winning the ‘grand prize’.”

I frowned slightly. The two words “suitable” were too worthy of scrutiny.

Sure enough, Baiyang had deliberately let this person win.

“But why…” I raised my doubt. “Brother Yang, if someone wins the ‘grand prize’ now, will others continue to purchase ‘lottery tickets’…?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Baiyang said. “The wealth of ‘Bliss Bank’ no longer cares about this mere one ‘Dao’ business.”

I see… I had almost forgotten about this.

I suddenly understood Baiyang’s approach.

Because collecting three thousand six hundred “Daos” here would cause a reshuffle, Baiyang had to avoid giving out three thousand six hundred “Daos” all at once. Otherwise, I would be reshuffled, “Extreme Path” would be reshuffled, and even the reputation “Bliss Bank” had built would disappear.

So he had to act when the “Daos” accumulated to a certain amount, but he must choose the appropriate “winner.”

This “winner” had to satisfy many conditions… not only did they need to be sufficiently intelligent and able to protect this massive quantity of “Daos,” they also had to promise Baiyang not to reshuffle here.

Or perhaps… that “winner” themselves was another chess piece who would completely destroy this massive quantity of “Daos,” letting everything start anew.

Heavenly Dragon had Heavenly Dragon’s reshuffle, Baiyang had Baiyang’s reshuffle.

Now the person most affected was neither Baiyang nor the “winner,” but those “Participants” outside the door holding “lottery tickets.”

After Baiyang used bait to catch fish, he then dug the bait back out from the fish’s stomach.

From the very beginning, he was getting something for nothing, using “Participants'” stakes to attract “Participants,” then taking the stakes away in the end.

“But how did he take those ‘Daos’ away?” I suddenly thought of this question. “Two thousand nine hundred… that would fill two or three large sacks, right?”

“He brought a capable young man.” Baiyang said. “That young man could instantly take the ‘Daos’ and disappear before everyone’s eyes. This way he both avoided being robbed and demonstrated his own strength to the crowd.”

I nodded, thinking to myself that the other party must also be a meticulous and shrewd figure.

People who hoped to get something for nothing through “lottery tickets” couldn’t possibly be any formidable characters. In front of them, you only needed to slightly display your strength to retreat completely unscathed.

After witnessing the “winner’s” power, the remaining people would only regret their own incompetence and complain that the god of luck hadn’t favored them, but wouldn’t dare have any improper thoughts.

Otherwise, it would be losing the lady and the soldiers too—the cost would be too high.

Fortunately, Baiyang still had the “Bank’s” business now. As long as the “Bank” didn’t fall, Baiyang would always be the most powerful “Zodiac” here.

“Then Brother Yang… will you continue to sell ‘lottery tickets’ in the future?” I asked again.

“Hard to say.” Baiyang narrowed his eyes slightly. “Not to mention ‘lottery tickets’—perhaps even the ‘Bank’s’ business will need to stop.”

“Ah…?!”

This feeling…

This feeling where every time I thought I had figured out what Baiyang was thinking, he would instantly overturn it again…

I had truly experienced it too many times!

“Wh—why?”

As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt my voice distort.

Because I discovered that from beginning to end, I had never once correctly guessed Baiyang’s next move.

Yet every single day I thought I was the person in the entire “Land of End” who understood him best…

Thinking about it now, what did I actually understand about him?

“Because the ‘Bank’ is too famous.” Baiyang said. “This will affect my future actions. If nothing unexpected happens, in the time ahead, I will rapidly reduce the Bank’s reputation to the lowest level.”

“This…” After hearing this, countless questions instantly sprang up in my mind, but I had absolutely no idea where to begin asking.