Li Xian did not believe the agreement lacked binding force.
If the system could act with such impunity, it would not have needed to lure him into signing the agreement in the first place. It could simply have increased the difficulty of his Instance.
So rather than a "breach of contract," Li Xian was more inclined to believe that the Betting Agreement had vanished because its terms had already been fulfilled.
And the "opportunity" should already have appeared-he simply had not noticed it.
By now, the crowd gathered around Li Xian was beginning to disperse. No matter how abrupt and unreasonable this wager had been, their countdowns would restart in half an hour, putting them back on their monotonous, hopeless "track."
But just then, a heated argument suddenly broke out nearby:
"Stop holding me back-let me die!!!"
His train of thought interrupted, Li Xian frowned and looked toward the source of the noise. A thin man was holding a knife, trying to end his own life. His companion had realized something was wrong and restrained him from behind, but during the struggle, the blade still sliced open the thin man's wrist before falling to the floor.
Clearly, this was a man who could not accept having lost the wager.
Li Xian was about to look away when the man's expression caught his attention. The thin man was staring at the wound on his wrist with a peculiar look of astonishment.
Blood flowed from it, slowly gathering into a three-dimensional droplet before cutting through the air and falling to the floor. With a soft patter, it changed from three dimensions to two.
For some inexplicable reason, it brought to mind the man who had fallen at the Player Center.
Suddenly, Li Xian turned to Cheng Xin and asked quickly, as though