Chapter 13: This Issue is Amazing!

“Hisss~ It really was two blank shots. Does this human actually have some skill?”

“Tch, she just got lucky for a moment. She’s probably trembling all over from fear right now!”

White Sugar ignored the cold remarks and mockery from the other anomalies in the tavern, her expression remaining calm.

“Heh, it seems Mr. Werewolf’s expectations were disappointed?”

After firing two blank shots and using up her chance to adjust the cylinder in the first round, the girl placed the revolver back on the table.

“How could that be.” The werewolf clenched his fist. “If it ended in the first round, that would be too boring.”

A fierce glint flashed through his eerie green wolf eyes.

“I only hope Miss White Sugar’s luck holds out.”

At that moment, the tavern owner raised his withered, thick hand to signal the watching anomalies to be quiet. His low, hoarse voice, like a death knell, rang out slowly.

“Quiet. It is now the third person’s turn to shoot.”

Following the clockwise order, the third person was the starving ghost sitting to White Sugar’s left, who had been forcibly dragged into the game by the werewolf.

If they designated the current position of the single live round in the cylinder as ‘1’, White Sugar had shifted the cylinder forward one notch before her shot, expending the blank rounds at ‘2’ and ‘3’.

Therefore, without spinning the cylinder, the next three shots at positions ‘4~6’ would all be safe blanks.

Under everyone’s watchful gazes, the starving ghost raised the revolver with a trembling hand.

“I… I…”

The starving ghost gripped the revolver tightly, unable to decide whether to spin the cylinder before shooting. The fear of death nearly drowned him completely.

Clearly, even among anomalies, cowards existed. Not every one of them was as cunning and skilled at games as the werewolf.

“Hurry up already. I’m dying of old age waiting~”

The scarecrow, whose turn came after the starving ghost, spoke impatiently. His eyes rolled under the black cloth as he suddenly suggested with a sinister tone.

“Why don’t you ask the Miss White Sugar beside you?”

White Sugar’s heart sank. Had her earlier actions been too obvious and aroused suspicion?

Although the game rules did not explicitly state the punishment for cheating, if they truly discovered she could know in advance whether the next shot was live, it would undoubtedly enrage all the anomalies.

She would probably be torn to pieces.

Following the principle that the more one spoke, the more mistakes one made, and since they were already in a hostile relationship with no obligation to help, White Sugar chose to remain silent throughout.

After struggling for a while, the starving ghost still chose to spin the cylinder before shooting.

“Reset the probability… reset the probability…”

The starving ghost raised his trembling hand, pressed the dark muzzle of the revolver against his temple, and slowly pulled the trigger.

Bang——!

A piercing gunshot suddenly exploded beside White Sugar’s ear, making her eardrums throb with pain. Immediately after came the sound of a heavy body losing support and collapsing to the floor.

This shot was a live round!

Under the blindfold, White Sugar’s pupils shrank slightly.

It was a normal reaction to feeling a life suddenly vanish before her eyes. Moreover, being in the same situation herself, humans would instinctively project it onto their own possible fate later.

The starving ghost was thoroughly dead. Brain matter and pitch-black blood flowed along the round table, dripping onto the floor drop by drop.

He didn’t even get the chance to fire a second shot. The entire tavern was filled with a thick, pungent stench of blood.

White Sugar suppressed the urge to vomit.

“He chose to spin the cylinder, and still ended up dead. Was his luck really that bad?”

Another spectator anomaly couldn’t help but sigh.

“Hehe~ Actually, that guy made the wrong choice from the start. He shouldn’t have spun the cylinder.” At that moment, the werewolf, who had remained silent until now, spoke up, his words directed straight at White Sugar. “Miss White Sugar, don’t you agree?”

As soon as the werewolf finished speaking, a large number of gazes immediately turned toward White Sugar.

Even though her eyes were covered and she couldn’t see anything, White Sugar could still faintly feel the gazes landing on her.

Blatant probing.

If the werewolf said the starving ghost shouldn’t have spun the cylinder because he knew the live round’s position, then asking White Sugar now carried a high chance of testing whether she also knew the bullet’s position.

From the sounds of it, the game had no intention of continuing immediately. White Sugar knew she probably had to say something.

“That’s right. He shouldn’t have spun the cylinder,” White Sugar said calmly.

“Why? Doesn’t spinning the cylinder reset the live round’s probability?” An anomaly immediately asked in confusion.

“Could it be that Miss White Sugar already knew the position of the live round in the cylinder?”

Seeing another anomaly helping, the werewolf immediately followed up with suspicion.

“Don’t tell me Miss White Sugar cheated? Getting caught cheating leads to a very miserable death, you know~”

White Sugar was speechless. This was probably what they called a thief crying ‘stop thief.’

Even with her eyes covered and unable to see anything, the girl could still imagine the werewolf’s grinning, teeth-baring expression, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

To that, White Sugar only wanted to say: No thanks. Sis isn’t a woman you can get.

“Are you all idiots?”

The girl’s fair, slender knuckles tapped on the table, as if she were facing a group of people with intellectual disabilities.

“It has nothing to do with whether one knows the live round’s position in the cylinder. Isn’t this an obvious conclusion?”

Perhaps they never expected to one day be called idiots by a mere human. For a moment, none of the anomalies reacted, all of them stunned for a good while.

They were forced to accept White Sugar’s knowledge dump.

“Even after two blank shots have already been expended, without spinning the cylinder the live round probability is still 1/4. Choosing to spin the cylinder and reset the probability, thanks to the extra shot penalty, makes the live round probability 2/6.”

“Although the difference between 25% and 33.3% isn’t huge, there is still some gap.”

Saying this, White Sugar paused and tapped her temple with her index finger.

“Next time, don’t ask me such simple questions anymore. I don’t want to answer them.”

The air fell into complete silence for a moment.

Too arrogant! Way too arrogant!

Wasn’t she just indirectly calling them idiots? No! She was outright calling them idiots!

She scolded us so blatantly. Do we not have any face at all?

They had never seen such an arrogant human before. Did she not realize where she was? This was the Goat Tavern!

“Cough cough, actually I thought of it long ago. I was just testing you, human!”

“Yeah, yeah! We just wanted to see if a mere human was qualified to sit at the gambling table.”

“Hahaha… How could we take it seriously? We’re just joking!”

The anomalies broke out in cold sweat. Some looked at the ceiling, others at the floor. They were so embarrassed they could dig out an entire luxury villa with their toes, yet none were willing to admit they were inferior to a mere human girl.

Listening to their clumsy excuses, White Sugar couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

Suddenly, she felt that this world didn’t seem quite as dangerous as she had previously imagined.