It was...
Even though they were as fine as dust, with Joy's sharp eyes, every detail of the thing could still be seen clearly.
Joy instantly turned her head, looking at the thirty-six hourglasses on the table, at the sand within them.
In the game's judgment, the fact that he still had chips meant these fine grains of sand?
How was that possible?!
Almost against her own control, Joy could not help but speak.
For someone who made being unconventional her style, the words "impossible" were enough to show just how flustered she was.
She had tried before. Even she could not destroy those hourglasses.
It was not a matter of material quality at all. It was purely the power of the rules. Players participating in this game simply could not damage the hourglasses.
Just like the Black Box's isolation from the outside world, if they truly tried to defy it, they would be forcibly fighting against the rules of the game.
But how had he damaged an hourglass that even she could not destroy?!
And if that hourglass had not been damaged, how had this sand gotten out?
More importantly, whatever it was, when had he done this?!
Arbiter!
Hearing Joy suddenly call out to her, the Arbiter shuddered and finally snapped awake.
Just now, even she had been staring at the grains of sand between the "two hands," recalling every detail from before and wondering what had happened.
Because she was the referee and knew all the hidden rules, the maneuvering and schemes between the two players had actually been completely transparent to her.
But this move was something she genuinely did not understand.
"Oh!... Oh."
Seeing that the Arbiter's reaction did not seem fake, Joy knew things had gone bad.
If the other party's actions had truly