Although Pleasure didn't want to admit it, when he saw Xie Antong directly throw out a "12," a feeling of relief washed over his heart.

Just moments ago, after he had understood the rules through that unscrupulous method, even he couldn't help but inwardly exclaim how close a call it was!

The previous round had already left absolutely no room for his failure. This game with its fair rules had genuinely brought him so perilously close to defeat.

And now, with both sides already knowing what the cards were, he was also very clear that the next two rounds of the game would result in one win and one loss.

But Xie Antong directly revealing her card now... Wait, hold on, that's not right, she actually *could* reveal her card directly!

Both of her hands originally held "12"s. Whether this game started with a loss or a win was entirely up to him!

[Huh?]

Pleasure let out a strange sound of doubt, but it was directed at himself, wondering why his brain seemed to be malfunctioning.

That's not right. How could *he* possibly make such a mistake? Both of the opponent's hands held identical cards, and he actually thought her directly playing a card meant surrender.

No, wait. Her playing like this now... does it actually have any impact or not?

It probably has no impact, right? He should raise the bet? He should raise the bet, right? Since victory is already assured, naturally, he should put all his chips in.

Huh? But that's not right either. He could originally control which round he won, so why didn't he raise the bet just now?

That means, from the moment the previous round ended, this gamble was already a guaranteed win for him?

The maniacal grin on Pleasure's face froze, then his brow furrowed tightly, his entire body seeming to stiffen.

Staring at the single card on the table before him, his mind was thrown into complete chaos.

No matter how he thought about it, he seemed to be guaranteed victory, yet he also felt everything was so illogical. Everything he had just done, everything he had schemed, now seemed utterly senseless.

What in the world had he been doing from the end of the last round until now?!

A tremendous sense of absurdity enveloped Pleasure, and within that absurdity, there was also a faint trace of fear.

What exactly had he overlooked?

Or overthought?

Why was his train of thought so chaotic? Even now, looking back, Pleasure himself couldn't quite understand what he had been thinking just moments ago.

No! How could he possibly be this stupid!

"You were right about what you said earlier."

Just as he was lost in these thoughts, the "Xie Antong" sitting across from him, who had kept her head lowered, finally slowly raised her head.

On her face was a grin, bearing a seventy percent resemblance to the smile Pleasure had worn earlier, her lips stretched wide.

"Her task is already complete."

Pleasure: ?!

Pleasure's head jerked up, his chaotic thoughts instantly turning blank as he stared at the face across from him with disbelief.

He had no heart, yet inexplicably, he felt a sensation akin to "his heart skipping a beat."

Then, without even having time to speak to the person before him, he whirled around violently, his eyes locking fiercely onto the figure seated in the chair inside the black box.

At this moment, "Sin" was completely immobilized by the suppression, curled up like a meatball, his entire body burning with raging flames, crushed into the tiny seat.

From this angle, Pleasure couldn't see his expression!

"What's wrong? You look like... someone who doesn't want to accept reality."

His expression twitched as he stared at the Xie Antong opposite him.

"Oh, right. The countdown seems to have run out. To let us continue chatting a bit longer, I'll add one more chip."

"Xie Antong" smiled, casually picked out one chip from the hourglass before her, and tossed it out.

Simultaneously, the countdown urging a bet moved to Pleasure's side.

[Heh heh... Playing at being mysterious and spooky now, little girl?]

[If you're trying to imitate that guy "Sin," you're still far from it.]

Pleasure said with a laugh, his divine voice surprisingly carrying a rare, forced quality.

Because the current situation was abundantly clear—they had switched players!

The person before him was not "Blank" at all; this was unmistakably that guy "Sin."

Even though the face was the same, the aura was the same, and the power still felt like "Blank's," that kind of soul-deep temperament couldn't be acted out.

Just a moment ago, he had felt he was slowly, methodically skinning and deboning an intelligent sheep. But the next second, that sheep had torn off its own skin, revealing a wolf beneath!

"Heh heh... Hahahahaha!"

Hearing Pleasure's words, "Xie Antong" first let out a suppressed chuckle, then completely unable to hold back, burst into roaring, explosive laughter.

The laughter vibrated through the space. That temperament was absolutely impossible for "Blank" to possess, stunning everyone in the Top Spectator Seats.

For almost a split second, that spectator stand with its seemingly endless, mountainous sea of people fell silent!

"What you said is just too pathetic, huh? Forgot you're a god?"

"You look a little scared."

"How did it come to this? I was looking forward to it for so long, and you turn out like this. That's rather boring, you know~."

Pleasure: ......

He couldn't help feeling that these words sounded somewhat familiar too...

It seemed like something he often said.

[Back then, "Death" told me He would absolutely spare no cost to prevent you from affecting this game.]

"Yeah, I've chatted with that guy too. Quite full of himself, and pretty good at boasting."

"Xie Antong" smiled with a somewhat contemptuous expression, glancing to the side, looking at that black box.

Pleasure used his power to forcibly suppress the turmoil in his heart, ultimately accepting this reality.

—The person sitting before him was the strongest among humans, "Sin"!

He just didn't know what method this guy had used to evade Death's blockade.

Thinking of this, he also recalled that Death had once told him this guy before him seemed to have mastered a strange divine skill.

That skill seemed to have an intelligence-lowering ability, capable of throwing their spirit and thoughts into chaos, making them stupid, their minds flying off in all directions.

[My abnormal mental and thought state just now was also your doing?]

"Who knows? Maybe you were just stupid to begin with."

"Xie Antong's" slender, delicate fingers pinched an hourglass, twirling it playfully on her fingertip.

"Also, a reminder. Your countdown is probably about to run out."

"You really... want to win that badly, huh? Heh heh, want me to teach you?"