“Hyperthymesia.”

Just as Jacob was pondering the situation, a female voice beside him interrupted his thoughts.

Jacob turned his head and saw that the speaker was a blonde woman wearing a form-fitting long skirt and slender golden high heels.

She wore a pure black mask on her face, had fair skin, and possessed the tall, voluptuous figure characteristic of Westerners.

It was immediately obvious that this person wasn’t Chinese, but rather a foreigner.

Although Jacob didn’t know this woman personally, he recognized the pure black mask on her face.

This woman had been one of the onlookers when he was gambling against the short man earlier. Her striking figure and blonde hair had left a distinct impression on Jacob.

“Hyperthymesia?” Jacob frowned slightly.

Although hyperthymesia was technically classified as a medical condition, it was actually an extremely rare talent.

People with hyperthymesia lost the ability to forget. They could remember every detail of their personal experiences with perfect clarity.

Simply put, it meant having a photographic memory—a perfect human brain capable of total recall.

Only a very small number of people in the entire world possessed such a terrifying talent and ability.

Why would this woman tell him this information?

“Fukuyama—that man over there—suffers from hyperthymesia and possesses a photographic memory from birth,” the blonde woman said. Seeing the confusion in Jacob’s eyes, she continued speaking anyway.

Fukuyama? That ghost-faced old man? His name is Fukuyama.

“This is Fukuyama’s third time participating in the Golden Gamble. He has already advanced to the second round of the finals for two consecutive sessions,” the blonde woman explained as she turned to face Jacob directly. “Fukuyama almost exclusively gambles in the card area because no matter how the dealer shuffles the cards, he can deduce the cards in others’ hands based on his photographic memory. In the card area, Fukuyama is practically invincible.”

“Who are you?” Jacob frowned at the blonde woman and asked directly.

“Who I am isn’t important. At the Golden Gamble, identity holds no real meaning. Everyone just participates in this one night’s gamble and then goes their separate ways afterward. I came to you because I want to cooperate with you,” the blonde woman said, looking at Jacob with intense, burning eyes.

“Cooperate?” Jacob looked at the blonde woman with surprise, feeling somewhat bewildered by the proposition.

“That’s right—cooperate.” After speaking, the blonde woman shifted her gaze back to Jacob. “How about it? Interested in working together?”

“You can even cooperate in something like this?” Jacob frowned and asked skeptically.

“Of course you can. I’ll take the money, and you take the Gimmighoul coins. We’ll split everything fifty-fifty,” the blonde woman proposed, looking at Jacob expectantly. “I’m desperately short on cash—I need at least tens of millions. But I don’t have sufficient gambling skills myself. So I can only find someone skilled to cooperate with.”

“Why me?” Jacob asked, puzzled. Could he have been recognized somehow? That shouldn’t be possible. “You should know my gambling skills are entirely based on luck. If we cooperate, it would be fortunate if we don’t lose money. Besides, I don’t plan to gamble anymore—winning one chip is enough for me.”

Hearing Jacob’s words, the blonde woman smiled knowingly. “You’re lying. Although your act is very convincing and realistic, you portrayed the timidity and nervousness of a casino rookie extremely well.”

“It’s just… a rookie that timid would never have the courage to even enter a casino in the first place. And if they did, they definitely wouldn’t have the decisiveness to quit while they’re ahead.”

“The more timid and ignorant a person is, the greedier they typically become.”

“I’ve watched many people enter casinos over the years. I’ve never once seen a truly timid person quit while they’re ahead, leaving after only winning a single chip.”

“You’re not like other greedy people—you’re full of caution and genuine apprehension toward gambling.”

Listening to the blonde woman’s perceptive words, Jacob’s brows furrowed deeply. He realized at this moment that he had left a noticeable flaw in his performance.

Indeed, just as the woman had observed, Jacob was genuinely full of wariness and caution toward gambling.

But even acknowledging this, Jacob had no intention whatsoever of cooperating with the blonde woman.

Cooperating with others in a gambling hall was no different from being a complete idiot.

Every gambler was extremely selfish by nature. There was no truth in their words or promises. When consumed by gambling fever, they could even abandon their own families, let alone betray a mere cooperator.

Secondly, since this blonde woman had approached him for cooperation, she could just as easily find others to work with and trick him later. He would be a fool to believe her honeyed words.

Finally, and most importantly, Jacob’s system ability was right here. He was perfectly capable on his own. Why should he split everything fifty-fifty with this blonde woman? Wasn’t it far better to keep everything for himself?

“Sorry, but I’m not interested in cooperating,” Jacob rejected the woman’s invitation firmly.

At the same time, the red-faced monkey-masked man and the ghost-faced old man simultaneously revealed their chosen cards.

Scissors and Paper.

Without any surprise whatsoever, the ghost-faced old man easily won this crucial gamble.

The ghost-faced old man, showed an expected, satisfied smile at such a predictable result.

Meanwhile, the red-faced monkey-masked man sitting opposite him was in complete shock, his body going weak as he slumped helplessly to the ground.

“Now your life belongs to me,” the ghost-faced old man Fukuyama declared coldly. He then gestured for a staff member to bring over a collar and a nameplate.

“No… no…”

The red-faced monkey-masked man wanted to protest further, but he was already being restrained by staff members who forcibly fastened the chained collar around his neck.

At the same time, a dog tag-like nameplate was attached to his chest.

“Be gentle with him—don’t cause any damage. He’s my private property now,” Fukuyama said with a cruel smile before returning casually to the card area.

Such a terrifying, disturbing scene made Jacob frown with deep discomfort.

Although every gambler arguably deserved their fate, the scene before him had clearly devolved into outright slave trading.

As if sensing Jacob’s concerns and moral conflict, the blonde woman beside him spoke at this moment. “Does it feel a bit hard to accept?”

“Yes,” Jacob nodded honestly.

“This is quite normal, actually. There are always some gamblers who lose all their stakes, get completely carried away, and even bet their own lives in desperation. This is their own choice, and legally no one can interfere. Of course, you could also pay to purchase and save him if you wanted,” the blonde woman said, a mocking smile playing on her lips by the end.

Save him?

Jacob naturally wouldn’t do such a foolish thing—he would have to be absolutely crazy to waste resources saving a stranger.

“I’m genuinely serious about wanting to cooperate with you,” the blonde woman looked at Jacob and said with another smile.

“I already told you I won’t cooperate,” Jacob replied. Since he had already been seen through by the blonde woman anyway, he simply stated his position directly and honestly. “Cooperation is built on mutual trust, mutual benefit, and creating a win-win situation. Between us, there’s no foundation of trust, and frankly, you can’t provide me with any meaningful assistance.”

“I can help you,” the blonde woman said confidently with a smile. She then walked closer to Jacob’s side and whispered, “I know the identity of everyone present here.”

“The one wearing the pig-faced mask is a Heavenly King-level Trainer from Sakura Country…”

“The one wearing the queen mask is a multimillionaire from the United States…”

“This one here, wearing the flower mask, is Eleanor from China…”

She continued listing off identities and details.

“Of course, I also know your identity perfectly well. Dante of the Dawn Society, correct?”

“Am I right?”

Jacob’s pupils constricted sharply, his brows furrowing as he stared intently at the blonde woman in front of him.

The blonde woman seemed quite satisfied with Jacob’s surprised reaction.

Jacob genuinely hadn’t expected this woman to actually know the identity he had registered with!

However, fortunately, Jacob had been one step ahead in his planning. With Raya as his insider contact, the identity he had registered wasn’t his real identity at all, but rather the name of his enemy, Dante.

Since the woman in front of him had stated his registered name as Dante, this proved that she had obtained her information directly from the organizers themselves.

First of all, Raya would naturally never betray him, so the leak could only have come from the other several foreign organizers.

Such a large-scale Golden Gamble naturally couldn’t be organized by Raya alone—she only held less than one-fifth of the total shares in the entire Golden Gamble operation.

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