The man trusted the blade in his hand more than anything else. His expression was calm, yet his eyes shone with spirit. He was a born killer, as though whether it was firearms or explosives, magic or curses, science or rituals, everything before him would be cleaved apart by the blade in his hand.
Fang Xiaoxia stared in stunned fascination, like an ordinary person seeing Superman in his underwear for the first time, descending from the sky while dragging an airplane behind him.
"Actually, everyone who sets foot in the Mystic World is destined from the start to have a fifty-percent chance of dying an unnatural death." Bai Zhou misunderstood her expression, thinking Fang Xiaoxia was still nervous, and tried to comfort her.
His comfort did absolutely nothing. Instead, Fang Xiaoxia's heart skipped a beat, and she thought, Does your world really kill people this easily? Is every day a Normandy landing, or does every night require taking Verdun all over again?
"What about the other half?" Fang Xiaoxia pressed.
"The other half?" Bai Zhou blinked as he recalled everything that had happened recently.
Without thinking, he answered, "The other half—gets to experience adventures and glory that no one else has experienced!"
After a brief pause, Bai Zhou added, "Actually, the probability of death is 110%. Everyone dies eventually, right? It's only a matter of sooner or later. What we need to do is enjoy this world before triggering the ending."
"But why 110% instead of 100%?" Fang Xiaoxia could not understand.
"Where you come from, it should be 100%, yes."
Bai Zhou thought for a moment, then explained, "There used to be too many taboos where we came from. The extra 10% came from people getting burned to death early for breaking them. Even after they died, they had