The only way for Silver Wolf to defeat Huihui was to define the consequences of losing the game as being the same as in the first playthrough of The Hero with the Stick.
But by then, Huihui would definitely ask him for help, and he just so happened to have time-type mechanics too.
So—
Silver Wolf was definitely doomed.
There was simply no hope of victory in sight.
"Even if I don't interfere, Huihui's time abilities are ridiculously broken."
"Unless this game brings in Screwllum, the Cloud Cavalry Marshal, or Elio, Silver Wolf has only one ending: getting beaten into a Burger King."
That was true. Silver Wolf's move was like Ip Man entering World War II barehanded.
The Prompt Device wholeheartedly agreed.
"This is a little too heartbreaking. Hope she's okay."
Russell gently pressed his hands together, like a silent statue, offering deep condolences for that poor soul.
However—
Just as Russell was observing a moment of silence for Silver Wolf, the Prompt Device suddenly asked a question.
It really was tragic.
But weren't you planning to participate in the Silver Wolf Organization's tournament?
Russell:?
He slowly typed out a question mark.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
Don't you think regulating breast sizes across the world has great commercial value?
The Prompt Device spoke slowly in a persuasive tone, like a bright streetlamp quietly guiding the way through the silent night.
A lot of women had limited height and breast size, didn't they?
You could take the opportunity to expand the range, then randomly possess a woman and enter the competition. Wouldn't it be great to directly regulate all the flat-chested women in the world?
For one thing, Jade had already started making moves.
"Huh? What does this have to do with Jade?"
"Could this possibly have