Chapter 77: The Great Death Challenge

In the dimly lit corridor.

The Gambler gazed at the Paper Bride that had been torn apart, lowering his head as if aware that those outside could see him.

In no one's presence, a hint of coldness flickered in his eyes.

And on his forehead, a third eye, beamed a startling red light.

"The Paperman Soul's fatal weakness is the eyes, now dealt with."

The Gambler revealed a sinister smile.

"There are probably four left, the cat and Hai Xing seem to both harbor monsters within, but as long as they don't lose control... they can be taken care of ahead of time."

"The rest are even less concerning."

As for that one who got a bye.

Squinting his eyes, the Gambler spat, "Can't see through his weaknesses, and he... also has the annoying kind of luck."

His third eye could penetrate everyone's weaknesses, which was his secret to winning every gamble.

Being a gambler himself, he hated luck the most, having lost a few fingers to it.