The fifth game.
Game Card: Rock-Paper-Scissors Game.
Oumro had already lost four times in a row.
His stamina had now dropped to 100 points. He could not use weapons, sense changes in his surroundings, or use items in his storage space.
In a sense, Oumro had now weakened almost to the level of an ordinary person.
Madness and disbelief filled his eyes.
Four times!
Four times in a row, with a 99.99% chance of winning, he had personally brought himself to the edge of a cliff.
Defeat, defeat, defeat! Yet another defeat!
Why?
"Then, next up is the fifth game. Let's play rock-paper-scissors. It's very simple. We'll play ten times, and if every round is a tie, I win.
"You can watch my movements and throw your hand a moment after me.
"If even one round isn't a tie, you win.
"All your previous wagers will be returned."
Zhao Lin smiled and held out her fist.
"Incidentally, I'm throwing rock this time."
I can win! I can definitely win! He, he can definitely...
[!!!!]
"I, I..."
Oumro's eyes widened.
Within his sea of consciousness, the belief representing his self erupted completely at that moment.
[Spirit: 51]
Intense pain from the depths of his soul forcibly calmed Oumro down.
The power of his talent frantically sounded warnings.
Looking at the fist Zhao Lin held out, his pupils contracted.
"What did you do? A newcomer like you can actually influence my mind directly, and even my talent...
"Talent?
"Brat, is it because of your talent...?"
"..."
Zhao Lin fell silent briefly. As she watched Oumro, who had stopped participating in the Game Card Game, her eyes sharpened, and another Game Card appeared in her hand.
[Game Card: Weapon Era]
But this time, Zhao Lin did not