At the mont when the words of Rot fell,
Xiang’s pupils suddenly constricted, and his breath stopped abruptly.
An inexplicable fear seized his heart.
It was not the fear of failure that was gripping him.
It was as if a chilling and viscous liquid were climbing up his spine, attaching itself from his back, and slowly making its way upward. This strange sensation tensed his back and raised goosebumps on his arms.
Instantly, Xiang lost control of his body.
After a slight dizzy feeling, a bizarre illusion appeared before Xiang’s eyes—
He found himself in a dimly lit enclosed room, while the Winter Hands, the fragrant basent, and Husky, who played the role of Annan, had completely vanished.
Around him, only Rot remained; even the player bullet chats that kept floating by were no longer visible.
...Is this the anti-cheating system?
Xiang quickly realized what this was.
But that wasn’t much of an issue... He had guessed from the start that Rot might have a way to limit the use of external ans. Otherwise, if they could gather the wisdom of many, there really wouldn’t be anything to fear.
He cald down quickly and began to observe his surroundings.
This was an ancient temple, decorated in an extrely austere manner.
It was like a blend of ancient Egyptian stone architecture with a hint of Greek style, reminiscent of the ancient interior of a pyramid. A few slender candles were burning around him, yet it was unexpectedly bright.
And at this mont, he was still in Dmitry’s body—he confird this by observing his own wrist adorned with an amber bracelet. However, the clothes he wore were no longer Dmitry’s attire but were traditional garnts made of white gauze and nurous linen ropes, the main feature being many linen knots.
"Do not panic, Prince Dmitry. This is rely to give you a quieter environnt to think,"
Rot said with a smile, "Our ga of chance can still continue normally..."
As he spoke, suddenly two candles were lit in front of him.
A marble platform appeared before them, with a stone bowl on it containing three ancient bone dice—and around it were 26 stones, each placed to their left and right.
"These are dice made from the skulls of centaurs, capable of blocking the influence of the power of destiny. Whoever scores a point, takes a stone... It’s not complicated, is it?
"So, Prince, do you want to go first, or second?"
After briefly introducing, Rot imdiately asked again.
"...First,"
Xiang took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.
In such a ga, going first was definitely an advantage—as long as the starting player scored to the final point in a round first, the other player would not be able to act in that round.
Assuming both were entangled until the end, then the starting player would effectively have half a round’s lead. It was a considerable advantage... and in a balanced situation, half a round’s lead could be enough to win.
"First, huh... Is that also part of your ’control desire’?"
Rot sighed, "How rational... Well then, one minute per round of thinking ti, is that okay?"
It was only a nightmare... Even dying wouldn’t have much of an impact on him, and this ti he was rely here to gather information. But inexplicably, he felt a surge of nervousness, much like standing at the entrance of an examination room waiting for the doors to open.
If he were to sit down, his legs might start trembling right away.
He could no longer rely on external help, only on himself.
Xiang closed his eyes and began to rapidly calculate, stirring his brain which had long been dormant.
—It seed like a mindless guessing ga, but because of the "guessing explosion penalty," it turned out to be traceable, similar to the poker ga "Blackjack."
The difference is that in Blackjack, three decks of cards, or 152 cards in total, are typically used for a ga. As the used cards will not reappear, the proportion of faces used directly affects the probability of larger or smaller cards appearing in the sa ga.
Xiang’s brain was not a computer; he couldn’t instantly calculate dynamic probabilities in a ga of Blackjack. But the calculation of this dice ga was much simpler.
The numbers that could be rolled in this ga ranged from 3 to 18. But, as the dian, 11 was not the number with the highest probability—because it was obtained by adding up three six-sided dice.
To ensure not bursting, one needed to keep the number as low as possible.
Choose 3... No, 3 would still be too risky.
Then it would be best to choose among numbers 2 to 3 for each die.
With three six-sided dice, when trying to roll a total of 6 or less, the probability becos significantly smaller, so the safest should be numbers from 6 to 9. These are the four numbers from 6 to 9, which is a reasonable threshold that’s not too risky.
Xiang quickly ca to a conclusion.
Without the ti for complex calculations, he could only approximate to "6789" as the numbers. He instinctively believed these numbers should have a higher expected value.
And considering that Lady Luck’s lucky number was 7, choosing "7" among these numbers might bring better luck.
"...Has it started yet?"
Xiang asked in a low voice.
His throat felt noticeably dry.
"Of course," Rot said with a grin, "I’ve been waiting for a long ti."
"Then my first number is... 7."
Xiang said slowly.
The mont his voice fell, the three bone dice suddenly glowed brightly.
They hovered before Xiang, then split into three directions, tumbling down naturally—landing in the stone bowl, they made a crisp and pleasant clatter, bouncing up before settling once again.
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