A Goofball in a Foreign Land

Moreover.

Besides raising these incredibly meticulous questions, he had even started to mess with Aventurine's mindset.

"Were you from the Evigin Clan of Tzigania?"

"...Yes. You even knew that?"

Sunday did not answer, merely continuing his questioning. "Did the Evigins possess no ability whatsoever to read, alter, or control their own thoughts or those of others?"

"No. Does that matter?"

"Did you love your family more than yourself?"

"...Yes."

"All the Evigins died in a massacre, correct?"

"No."

"Were you the clan's sole survivor?"

"...Perhaps."

"Did you hate this world and wish to destroy it with your own hands?"

"...I don't know."

"Interesting. Then one final question..."

"Could you swear that, at this very moment, the Aventurine Shard was safely lying inside this box?"

"..."

Aventurine hesitated upon hearing that question.

The camera gave a close-up of Sunday's lips. He seemed to be smiling faintly.

As though he had won his bet against the gambler before him.

Dr. Ratio, who had remained silent at the side, slowly closed his eyes as well, looking as though he could not bear to watch.

The players had not held much goodwill toward Aventurine to begin with.

But at this moment—

Under Sunday's overwhelming pressure, they actually began worrying for him.

He had hesitated... Did that mean... his cornerstone was not hidden inside that box?

"..." After a moment of silence, Aventurine gave a soft laugh and nodded. "Of course."

Sunday smiled lightly as well.

"It seemed we had our answer." With that, he pushed the box toward Aventurine.

"Open it, Mr. Aventurine. This was your last chance to preserve your reputation."

At that moment, countless people tensed up.

Click—

Aventurine successfully opened the box using a specific method.

But...

He was stunned! There was nothing inside the box.

One had to know that,