Trial of the Sand: Raising the Odds of Victory to Fifty Percent?

You have three minutes to count the grains of sand on this beach.

"Is this part of the game?"

Looking at the vast expanse of white sand before him, Lu Ce's expression finally became uniform again.

It was Greed's slightly feral, pathological smile whenever he was about to negotiate.

At the same time, the blue portions of the mask made of flowing light gradually increased.

"If it isn't, why should I play along with you?"

"A trial? Do you think I came here to play house with you? If you can't offer anything interesting, then step aside and send someone else."

Knowledge: ...

It remained silent for quite a while, but this time, it was not truly angered by Lu Ce. It merely shook its head calmly.

Whatever you say. If you want to treat this as part of the game, that is your business.

In any case, if you cannot pass this trial, I will not let you enter my real game.

The corners of Lu Ce's mouth rose higher, and he immediately pressed his advantage.

"Ha! Fine, then our game has already begun."

"What did this game say from the very beginning? We wager our lives against the gods!"

"We need to make a bet against each other!"

Knowledge was starting to grow irritated and repeated itself.

A bet against each other?

"Exactly, a bet!"

As he spoke, Lu Ce plopped down cross-legged on the ground.

"What do you mean, making me tell you how many grains of sand are on this beach? What about you?"

"You should participate too. Otherwise, what are we even playing?"

"For example, you should guess how many grains of sand are on this beach too, and I'll make a guess as well. Then we'll see whose guess is closer."

After Lu Ce