Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 363 362. This is not a psychological game, it's just luck

Stay calm. From here on, the whole process should be on live broadcast. Sefer doesn't intend to be discovered before then.

That would not only be a matter of embarrassment, but it might even be killed without even touching some core parts - then the spare body would be lost innocently.

After pondering the variables he would encounter next, Seifer checked his image in front of the mirror, and then glanced at the "decoration" on the urinal.

It goes without saying that there must be similar decorations in the toilet cubicles, perhaps to soothe the challengers' hearts, or to show the audience the fun of the scene?
It is unknown why, but Seifer raised his leg and kicked open the door in front of him. Deafening and rhythmic music instantly hit him in the face, even causing his whole body to vibrate.

It's a pity that I didn't feel anything in my spare body. I only knew that I was being buffeted by the music. Even the guy lying on the railing was chatting with Sefer, saying that this was a rare opportunity, so why not watch the dance floor for a while longer?
Otherwise, if you hang up later, you won’t be able to see anything.

Ignoring him, Seifer walked towards the door opposite and kicked it open with the same kick. Then, he was greeted by the style of an old pub storage room from the 1980s.

The bloodstains on the ground had not been wiped clean yet, and the wooden chair was a little loose, making a creaking sound when sitting on it.

The door behind me closed, and the music was left hazy, muffled by a layer of cement concrete, seeming particularly heavy, and only the feeling of vibrating echoes remained.

The chair opposite was pulled over, and the seemingly silent opponent sat down. He motioned for Cypher to sit down, while gun muzzles popped out from above his head, behind him, and around him.

"welcome."

"No need to welcome me. I already know how to play. Let's get started right away."

The other party stopped talking. A document appeared under the table, held by a portable typewriter. He said, "Sign that agreement. If you die here, at least someone will collect your body."

"What if it was you who died?"

"interesting……"

In other words, no challenger has won so far, is that right?

To be honest, with Isaiah's current health, a spray at close range would probably do just that, so... the next shot must miss, otherwise someone would notice something was wrong.

He casually wrote down the words 'CMN' and put the document down. The table immediately raised the gun, and then two indicators lit up on the CRT-style monitors at the hands of the two men.

In other words, you have to take at least two shots to end the first round.

This is something that Sefer is concerned about.

The medical level in this world is very advanced. Even if you are missing an arm or a leg, as long as you find a way to bring the limb back, it can be fully restored.

If it can't be repaired, it can be replaced with a machine. If you spend enough money, it can be more powerful than the original.

But no matter what, there is no possible and should not be such a technology in this world that can instantly repair injuries and replenish blood as if turning back time.

Unless they have mastered some technology that was produced in the vision and can be used here...

Without thinking too much, Seifer looked at the flipped bullets. There were two real ones and two fake ones. Then he loaded them. The other party politely asked Seifer to start first.

"Can I say anything when the shooting starts? I'm a little nervous."

Picking up the gun, Cypher made sure it was loaded and suddenly asked, but his opponent just stared at him silently, wearing that unpleasant mask.

Keep silent. From now on, it's a life-or-death game.

Without hesitation, he turned the gun around and pointed it at his chest. The weapon vibrated with the music outside, and he pulled the trigger - click.

Pulling the bolt back, a dummy round popped out and landed on the table, and the other party motioned for Cypher to continue.

If the person who shot you does not fire the gun, you will have another chance to act.

"Just now it was a 50% chance, and I won the bet. Now the chance is about 67%. Do you want to bet?"

Continue to output, the other party remains silent.

Without hesitation, Cypher aimed at the opponent and pulled the trigger! "Bang!"

Lead bullets swarmed out from the muzzle, rushing towards the other party in a chaotic and broken manner. The man's clothes made a series of dull impacts, and the whole person was blasted into a place where the light could not reach.

What a real thing - but, the opponent's clothes are also very special. Can they block this kind of lead bullet and not be penetrated?

There was a sound of injection, followed by a low hum of electricity. He pulled up the lower board of the table and sat up, silently picking up the shotgun shell that was ejected by Cypher and still smelled of gunpowder.

After a little thought, there is a 50% chance that if you shoot at Seifer, the fake bullet will be equivalent to giving up the opportunity.

As for shooting himself, a fake bullet means he can reduce his chance, while a real bullet means...

A quick brainstorming session, calculating the victories for both sides, and where Sefer couldn't see, the number of spectators was surging.

They don't care about brainstorming, probability, psychological games, or even what the gamble represents. They just want to see someone get shot at close range.

Or let the man pick up a gun and shoot himself, which is the audience's hobby.

Imagine this underground world where you open your eyes to see only gray or lights, and the work you do every day hardly changes. The only change is that you might become a mercenary to make full use of your resources... Then the means of entertainment will be very limited.

I want to watch others fight!

While the other party was thinking, Seifer tapped the table and said, "Don't think too long. Think about your instincts. I just shot you hard. The wound is still hurting, right?"

"Even the residual pain should fill your mind with anger. Not to mention, being shot for no reason is really uncomfortable."

The other party remained silent, but he paused slightly as he picked up the shotgun. Then he said, "You are the most qualified of this group of new recruits."

"Thanks for the compliment, I'm just not that afraid of death."

In the communication, the four people in the technical department were so nervous that their hearts were in their throats. It was the first time for them to see someone shooting at someone with real guns!

Wei Erwei, who was sitting behind a small table in the distance, drinking homemade beer with Lin Shenxue, didn't care. She shook the dried worms in her hand, saying that this kind of thing...

Lin Shenxue was a little nervous - if this shot hit, would Cypher reveal to everyone that he was a robot?
You know, there's no such thing as a pure robot in this world...

While everyone had their own little thoughts, the man opposite Sefer finally made up his mind. He raised his gun and pointed it at his chest.

Pull the trigger.

'boom! '

The lead bullet fired at close range, and the gun flew out of his hand due to the recoil. Seifer reached out to grab it, and smoke was even coming out of the muzzle.

The opponent had fallen down along with the chair. The space behind the table was pitch black and it was impossible to see what was going on behind it.

Ding ding ding~

A pleasant voice sounded, and Cypher looked towards the table. The smiling face on the green image of the cathode ray tube machine flashed a few times, and then entered the second round.

The other party pulled a chair back to the front of the stage and sat down. There were some blood stains on the mask on his face.

"In the second round, we'll add some new gameplay and new variables. I hope you like it."

Four indicators appeared on the cathode ray tube screen. At the same time, eight white squares appeared on the table in front of Seifer, which looked quite nice against the felt-textured surface.

"You get two props each round, and you can check the effects of the props at any time."

He couldn't hear what was happening outside, but Sefer had help from outside - Ram reminded him that the live broadcast program she found had now attracted over 100,000 viewers.

(End of this chapter)