The World Favors Me!

"Thump, thump, thump."

The drums beat hard, the strings raced, and the music swelling through the hall grew fiercer by the moment, like a raging storm or armies locked in battle.

The attendants at the edge of the hall watched the two people facing off at its center. They, too, grew tense despite themselves.

The City Governor stood in the shadows and silently took out a pitch-black orb.

He held the orb respectfully in his palm and carefully aimed its center toward the middle of the hall.

A moment later, the Black Duke's face appeared inside it. He had projected his will here through the orb, and now he, too, silently observed the center of the hall.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump."

Feilier's heart raced. Her emerald eyes stayed fixed on the Revolver on the table, her expression shifting.

She recalled the strange knowledge Prime had once drilled into her. It was through that knowledge that she had learned about the weapon on the table.

Renee had not lied. This peculiar Repeating Firearm really was called a Revolver, and its construction was simple enough that it was hard to tamper with. In other words, the Death Roulette Renee had proposed was a fair game, with little room for cheating. Then Feilier realized something: the Revolver belonged to Xia Lun, and guns like this were generally used only by beings from the Other Dimension. Xia Lun was no ancient Evil Spirit from the earth's core. He was an "Other Dimension being," just like Prime. Xia Lun was an alien!

Feilier licked her lips, a spark returning to her eyes. She nodded. "Let's do it."

Renee's gaze remained as cold and unreadable as an icebound city wall. She gave a slight nod and reached for the gun, but Feilier suddenly shot out her