episode_0073
by fnovelpia
Prosi Roulette.
A game where people sitting at a table take turns shooting guns at their own heads.
Despite its unfamiliar name, it was a game quite familiar to us.
That’s right, it’s Russian Roulette.
It wasn’t exactly the same, but it was enough to understand.
I agreed because I was confident in gambling, but now that I know the true nature of the game.
I had a strong desire to change the game right away if possible, but no matter how much I thought about it, this was the only game that could solve the most annoying problem in my current plan in one go.
…The truth is that there was unspoken pressure and I couldn’t change it.
“Are you scared?”
Me and Gzilla following a man to room number 2.
I had no intention of having a long talk with this man.
But if he provokes you first and you don’t accept it, you’ll be upset.
“What could be scary?”
“You don’t have to show off.”
“Does it look like you’re bluffing to me?”
“Honestly, it doesn’t matter. In the end, I’ll be the one who wins, and I’ll be the one who gets recognized.”
“Do your best.”
Unlike other gambling games where you can play tricks, this game is a game of luck. However, Gzilla was already full of pride as if he had won.
There was no falseness to his confidence, to the point where it could be called a bluff.
“Arrived.”
At the words of the guide who showed us around, I looked at the door that had “Room 2” written on it. Even though I hadn’t gone inside yet, I could tell.
One of the countless souls that died in this room.
I feel like I can hear those people screaming.
I felt nervous at the thought that I could become one of those people, but I didn’t show that feeling.
Rather, I accepted the room indifferently.
We had already started gambling, even though we hadn’t started yet.
From now on, all wins and losses are a matter of luck and gestures.
It’s decided by these two.
Even Geuzla knew this fact and started a fight.
Unfortunately, it’s already been several years since I’ve seen the gambling tables over my shoulder.
‘A person like that shouldn’t lose his face over cheap provocation.’
I took a deep breath without them knowing and looked at the guide.
“Before we begin, let me explain the simple rules of this room to the Logs who are visiting here for the first time.
We will not be held responsible for anything that happens in this room. Also, please keep in mind that this room is mana-blocked. In other words, you cannot use magic to block or dodge bullets.
Here are the rules of Prosi Roulette. It is a very simple game where each player takes turns aiming a pistol at their own head and pulling the trigger.
At this time, if you judge that the bullet is in the gun, do not shoot at yourself but shoot at any wall. If it is true, put the bullet in again and start over. If it is false, one of your five lives is deducted.
All participants are free to do anything except violence, and we will not interfere with that behavior in any way. I think both sides understand, and I will not take any questions. So, Mr. Logs, are you sure you want to go in? ”
I laughed at his question, which had a set answer.
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Are you sure you want to go in, Mr. Geuzla?”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
“Confirmed.”
I followed him as he opened the door to room number 2 and went inside without saying a word.
The first thing that reacted was not sight, but smell. A bloody smell that I had never smelled before stung my nose.
I was momentarily taken aback by the stench.
Nandasi quickly got used to the smell and looked around.
On the walls, I noticed the pitch-black paint and bullet marks that had been applied to hide the bloodstains. This time, I pretended not to care much and walked over to the table in the center and sat down.
Geuzla also followed me and sat down across from me naturally.
“Are you ready, Mr. Logs?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you ready, Mr. Gzilla?”
As if making fun of my stiff appearance, Gzilla answered with a relaxed gesture.
“Why should I prepare for something so scary like this? Get started quickly.”
It doesn’t matter whether that expression is an act or not. We’ll know what’s inside soon anyway.
The guide placed a revolver and a box of bullets on the table.
“Good luck then.”
With those words, the guide left the room and closed the door.
We continued our war of nerves, relying on a single light dangling from above.
“Hey, you piece of shit.”
“The honorifics are gone.”
“The moment the game starts, you and I are just participants. Why do we need honorifics?”
“Well, it’s easier to kill if you don’t do it.”
“Don’t think that the me you met outside and the me you met here are the same, you punk.”
For a moment, Gzilla seemed angry, but then he made a mocking expression on his face. I just looked at him without reacting.
“How long can that reaction last?”
“Probably won’t change while fighting you.”
“You can talk as much as you want. But in the end, you will regret it and ask for my forgiveness.”
I laughed at his words.
“That won’t happen even if the world is destroyed.”
“We’ll see later. Should I tell you why I’m good at this game?”
“Why bother, I’m going to win anyway.”
I leaned back in my chair and put my feet up on the desk.
Geulla’s expression turned sour in an instant.
“I hate nobles like you who don’t even know their place and just believe that they are the greatest beings.”
“I hate guys like you too.”
bang!!
Gzilla stood up from his seat and slammed the desk hard.
He shouted at me with an angry expression.
“That face! In the end, if you look inside, you’re just a piece of human trash who doesn’t know how to do anything, but that ignoring expression is annoying!!”
Bang.
The sound of a chair falling over belatedly filled the room along with the angry breathing of Gzilla.
I raised both arms and turned my head to the side without any change in expression.
“If you’re that annoyed, just hit me.”
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
“What, your memory is better than I thought?”
“Don’t ignore me.”
“Why do you only train me when you ignore other guys like me? Do you know what people call that?”
Gzilla frowned without answering.
I smiled and put my legs down on the desk.
Then he lifted both arms of the desk and crossed his arms.
“A sense of entitlement that comes from an inferiority complex. Call it that.”
“ This chewy is !! ”
Gzilla came to me, completely out of his mind. I stood up from my seat, a smile almost appearing on my face at the sight.
“If you’re that annoyed, should we make a bet?”
“…”
Before Gzilla could make a rational decision, I spoke again, hammering a nail into it.
“Don’t you understand? Let’s bet.”
Geuzla must have had this experience dozens, if not thousands, of times more than I have.
I can’t beat him with brute force. So I think now, when my mind is gone, is the only time I can fool him.
“I bet…”
Gzilla raised one corner of his mouth.
“You seem to think I’m a guy who can’t make rational decisions when I’m angry…but unlike you, I can always judge a situation calmly. That means you lose, you stupid, punk!”
“…What does that mean?”
“…”
The corners of my mouth went up as his smile subsided, as if he thought he had read my mind.
It never occurred to me that he would be easily fooled by my scheme.
These first words were nothing more than a gunshot at the beginning.
“I already figured out your plan! And I’m telling you that’s why you lost, you fucking idiot!”
“Why is that directly linked to my defeat?”
I grabbed the pistol that was on the desk. Then, naturally, I took a bullet out of the box and put it in.
“Do I look like a newbie to this game to you?”
“Huh, don’t brag! At that time, your expression was like you’d never even heard of this game!”
“Of course not. Is there a rule in the black market that you have to pretend to know that?”
“…”
“I never intended to bet in my favor from the beginning. No matter how much I am, how can I play in conditions like a bug? Even if I win, it’s clear that my status will only fall.”
I handed him the gun’s cylinder (the magazine that holds the revolver’s bullets) without closing it.
“Turn that cylinder until you’re satisfied, and I’ll shoot five times straight into my head.”
“What?”
A mixture of anger and confusion came out of his mouth at my words. It was natural.
That meant I was going to commit suicide. But if I didn’t do that, he wouldn’t accept my bet.
I continued speaking without giving him time to speak.
“If I’m still alive when those five shots are finished, I’ll put that last shot right into your head myself.”
“Are you serious?”
“Then why would I lie to a bug?”
“…You are the most pretentious nobleman I have ever seen.”
“Don’t change your mind. What’s the answer?”
Gzilla hesitated over my bet.
Now, a little bit.
We can’t stop here.
I didn’t miss that sight and fired the last shot.
“At first I said I’d tell you why you’re so good at this game. Sorry, I already know.”
“Don’t threaten me with that.”
“You’ll have the ability to determine the location of the bullet by its weight and tilt when you hold the gun. Right?”
Gzilla shouted, unable to control his dilated pupils at my words.
“How could a punk like you know that!”
“I can do it too.”
“How can I give my talent to someone like you…”
“You keep making my mouth hurt. If a bug can do it, how can a human not?”
“…”
Actually, there is none.
If I had that ability, I would have gambled and never chosen a job like a prosecutor. Well, that wouldn’t happen to someone who just learned how to put it in by observing it.
So how could I possibly match his abilities? This was just a guess.
What special skills do you need to be the best at this game?
Even if you can’t, you can probably figure out where the bullet is.
“So? The ugly secret has been revealed, so do you want to keep doing the same thing with the noble for a few hours? Or should we just end it now?”
He probably wouldn’t have accepted it originally.
“Okay. Let’s settle everything with this first game.”
The numerous conversations he had already had with me had clouded his judgment.
Gzilla moved back to the chair and sat down.
And he turned the cylinder vigorously.
After a few seconds, I quickly snatched the gun from him as he shook the gun and closed the cylinder.
Judging by his expression, it was clear that he had not yet determined the location of the bullet.
If it had been even a little bit later, I would have been caught.
I exhaled and pointed to the corner of the room.
“King of the Black Market! I know you’re watching this.”
What the guide said kept bothering me.
-All participants are free to do whatever they want within this event, except violence, and we will not interfere with that in any way.
You can do everything.
What that meant was that I could change the rules as I pleased. And I actually did.
‘But we don’t interfere at all?’
That meant there was a crystal somewhere here that could be watching us.
I don’t know where he’s watching us from, but judging by Gzilla’s expression, I think we captured it well.
“If you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to. I don’t need your consent either.”
All I need is one thing.
“Hey Yasha!! You are the witness who heard this kid’s answer.”
“…Fuck.”
“Don’t swear.”
I brought the gun to my head and took a deep breath.
“I have something to tell you.”
“I will consider it a will.”
“I actually don’t have the fraudulent ability to know where the bullet is.”
“Then that’s right.”
“But!”
At my fearless, confident voice, Gzilla made a face of not understanding.
I smiled and looked into space.
There was a status window floating there.
[Passive: Luck]
[Previous Life] All the luck that was blocked by someone is released.]
[With Nez’s blessing, this passive activates all the time without using mana]
“The moment you accepted my bet, your defeat was certain.”
chuck!
The cylinder turned. Gzilla’s expression was still okay.
How long can this be maintained?
chuck!
chuck!
chuck!
Three shots at once.
and.
chuck!
The last fifth cylinder turned.
“Unfortunately, it seems fate wishes for your death.”
I immediately aimed the gun at Gzilla. Gzilla’s pupils began to tremble.
“…What’s with that creepy expression! Are you really a priest!”
“For now.”
“How can a priest kill someone with such a nonchalant expression!”
“You told me. I’m a loser.”
As I slowly pulled the trigger, Gzilla began to gasp for breath.
He was so good at the game that he never once passed the threshold of death. But now that talent has turned into poison for him.
He made the person he hated the most kneel down.
“Please, spare me! Don’t kill me! I, I’ll apologize for everything I said!”
“What good will your apple do for me?”
When I smile, the trigger…
“Eww!!… ?”
I didn’t pull. Then I looked again at where the crystal ball was and shouted.
“Negotiate with me before you kill your comrades, Yacha!!”
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