I nodded.
"There's nothing to hesitate about."
Just as I was about to make my decision, the Sword Demon stepped forward: "Whether we follow his words or not, the final result will only be two: death or life."
"Aren't you worried he might tamper with the joystick?" I quickly stopped his hand from reaching for the joystick.
The man in the black trench coat didn't look at me, but stared straight ahead, saying nonchalantly, "For me, it doesn't matter which outcome it is in the end."
“I’ve had enough of all this. If I weren’t unable to truly die, I would have ended it all long ago.”
I couldn't refute him because I couldn't empathize with him or understand what he meant by his own perspective. So I could only stand aside and watch him resolutely walk toward the crossroads where he would choose his destiny.
Sheng, who was walking by, also cast a sorrowful glance.
The man placed his hand on the toy-like joystick and pressed it down hard without hesitation.
A piercing creaking sound rang out, followed by the light thuds of the ball bouncing.
The disc, depicting numerous colors and characters, formed a chaotic circle, with bright colors occasionally flashing in what appeared to be characters before fading away again, smoothly transitioning to the next character.
White, blue, white, gold, orange, blue, purple, white, red, blue, blue, black, white, blue...
The colorful lights and shadows almost dazzled our eyes. Only when the rotation of the disc gradually slowed down could we barely keep up with what the target it displayed was.
Of course, my method is simpler.
Close your eyes and let your senses follow the rotation of the disc and the jumping of the ball, trying to exert an influence in the dark.
White and blue are undoubtedly the best choices, as they represent the lowest amount of magic power; purple, gold, and orange are the next best choices, slightly better than the former two, but still within manageable limits; as for red and black…
I hope it's neither of those two, although they together make up only about five percent.
It was a dangerous premonition, like a thorn in my side.
Finally, as the disc gradually comes to a stop, the ball is about to fall, and the final result is determined.
Orange, white, gold, blue...
【Gah——】
Suddenly, the cawing of crows rang out.
That was such an ominous sign.
Starting from the center of the disc, the abrupt black dot suddenly bursts apart, turning into endless ink, polluting the entire disc's color.
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