At this mont, the ga returned to its origin, and there were only two possibilities left.
50% chance that the last chamber of the revolver contains a bullet.
50% chance that it doesn't.
But from the ga chanics perspective, Lin Sizhi no longer needed to consider these aspects; he only needed to directly shoot at the mannequin.
Because it was just a mannequin, not a real living person.
No matter whether the last chamber has a bullet or not, shooting at the mannequin would absolutely ensure his own safety.
Conversely, shooting himself would entail risk and consequence that would beco infinitely high and utterly aningless.
"As long as I shoot the mannequin opposite , everything will be over; that's what you thought from the start, right?
"Or did you think I would underestimate you, choose to shoot myself with the last bullet and place the bullet in the last chamber?
"So, the final choice actually has nothing to do with you and only depends on myself."
Lin Sizhi looked at the silver revolver in his hand and contemplated for the last ti.
"You think this thod can kill 100%, but you're not killing my body, you're killing my spirit.
"If I shoot the mannequin first, then perhaps there's no essential difference between and Wei Xinjian.
"If I choose to shoot the mannequin last, that might be a decent moral standard for an average person, but for an imitator who judges others, it's far from enough.
"I would genuinely realize that I am no different and just like you.
"No matter how smart or strong, as long as you can't overco the fear of death, you'll forever just be a pawn in the Walkway.
"We will always be inferior imitators, never able to beco gods.
"If you really think everything I've shown is genuine, not an act or a fraud, then you'll put the bullet in the last shot.
"Because I must use this shot to prove it.
"If so, congratulations, you could successfully kill and beco the strongest in the Walkway.
"But if you think everything I've shown is a facade, just so acting, essentially no different from others, then you would have placed the bullet in the mannequin's pocket.
"Then when I shoot the mannequin, the empty gun would shatter all the illusions I built before, proving that I am just like you.
"We would both survive the ga and beco the ambitious rulers of the Walkway together.
"So this ga is actually your invitation to .
"But I'm sorry, I refuse your invitation.
"Regardless of the outco, this shot I will take at myself.
"When I first arrived here, I was already prepared for this."
Maintaining this stance, Lin Sizhi thought about many things, but before the countdown ended, he finally pulled the trigger.
From the feeling of it, the trigger seed heavier this ti, and on the first attempt, it didn't even move the hamr properly.
Creating an instinctive illusion that "the bullet is here."
Nevertheless, Lin Sizhi quickly tightened his grip and pulled again.
"Click."
It was an empty chamber.
Ti seed to freeze, and Lin Sizhi showed no extra expression, neither happy nor sad.
The continuous 'click' sounds occurred; all chanisms on him unlocked, yet Lin Sizhi didn't imdiately stand up.
He looked at the mask on the mannequin opposite, remaining silent for a long ti.
Finally, he stood up and reached into the mannequin's jacket pocket.
Sure enough, there was a real bullet inside.
Everything was arranged exactly like the original 'Wheel of Redemption.'
But the anings hidden behind these two gas were worlds apart.
After contemplating for a mont, Lin Sizhi placed the real bullet into the chamber of the revolver, then quickly spun the cylinder before snapping it back into place with a flick.
This way, no one would know the exact position of the bullet.
Lin Sizhi placed the silver revolver into the mannequin's right hand and left it there.
With a bang, the red safety exit of the warehouse opened.
Lin Sizhi stepped on the steps and walked out one step at a ti.
...
[The imitator who designed the ga suffered a death threat and acted beyond the player's expectations.]
[The player will face an instant death penalty.]
Hearing the broadcast, shock appeared on the faces of Huang Ming and the other five players.
Only now did they realize this wasn't the only special ga, and sowhere else in the Walkway, another ga was underway.
And evidently, that ga also had a direct connection with Cai Zhiyuan.
No wonder he ultimately chose this cell.
Cai Zhiyuan wasn't leaving his life up to fate, but rather he was absolutely certain he could control his own destiny.
But it was clear that he lost.
Everyone's gaze turned to Cai Zhiyuan in unison, but more surprising was that Cai Zhiyuan showed almost no reaction to the result, as if the instant death penalty wasn't ant for him but so unrelated passerby.
Judging by Cai Zhiyuan's expression, he seed to have anticipated this possibility.
Or rather, since the rules confird 'Super Authority Player' was Fu Yujun, he had already understood many details of the ga and considered this possibility in advance.
But he only accepted this ending when the ga rules were officially confird.
"So, did you really shoot yourself six tis?
"This was indeed the only unforeseen and unacceptable possibility before I designed this ga.
"But now, I seem to understand it sowhat.
"The last tiny difference between us is in mindset.
"Or should I say, this is actually the biggest gap?
"You truly attempted to beco a god, while I just wanted to be the strongest imitator."
Cai Zhiyuan watched the ga scene in the 'Simple Roulette.'
Fu Yujun's expression was sowhat complex; up to now, there were still too many things in the ga he didn't understand, which might only be explained through a thorough review afterward.
But at this mont, he genuinely didn't want to see Cai Zhiyuan suffer an instant death penalty.
"Didn't your community activate the Immunity Coupon? Isn't the cooldown done yet?"
Cai Zhiyuan chuckled: "This is a 'Special Ga' that cost 1,000,000 minutes of visa ti to pinpoint, and the Immunity Coupon does not apply."
Fu Yujun was silent for a mont before asking: "Then... any last words? If I encounter players from Community 17 in future gas, I can relay them on your behalf."
After a brief thought, Cai Zhiyuan shook his head.
"No need. There's soone in our community who knows inside out, and he should understand what I want to say.
"Moreover, for people like us, life and death have never been the most important thing."
Fu Yujun asked: "Then what's important? Winning or losing?"
Cai Zhiyuan shook his head: "What's important is confirming 'who I am,' 'who I want to beco,' and accomplishing it at all costs.
"Compared to this goal, life and death, winning or losing, or anything else is unimportant.
"Only such people can beco the strongest in the 'Walkway'.
"And anyone who minds life and death or winning and losing, no matter how clever, is just a puppet on strings for the imitators."
At first, Huang Ming didn't understand; he subconsciously wanted to question more but suddenly recalled a line from the ga rules.
[This is a test of will and belief; finding 'who I am' is the key to passing through.]
Initially, he thought this sentence, spoken from the imitator's perspective, was about guessing the true identity of the imitator.
But now it seed like the sentence was a double entendre.
It could an 'guessing who the imitator is,' or it could an 'confirming who you are.'
The different understanding of oneself ultimately determines the choices made in the ga, leading to various destinies.
——If Cai Zhiyuan believed from the bottom of his heart that he was the 'Hermit,' he could survive in the 'Hermit Judgnt.'
But he never was the 'Hermit,' rely posing as an 'ambitious man' disguised as a hermit.
Cai Zhiyuan adjusted to a more comfortable posture in his chair, crossing his hands over his chest, and took one last look at the ga scene that brought him to his end.
"Good luck."
After that, his head drooped, as if descending into eternal contemplation.
[Ga over.]
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