751: The 24,270th Divine Game

With most of her tasks wrapped up, Rita sat on the couch, spinning her revolver—Dull Game—waiting for midnight to arrive.

In her mind, she cycled through a stream of thoughts: "This Divine Game will be easy." "This Divine Game will be hard." "This one favors me." "I should join." "I shouldn't join."

Then she raised the gun, aimed it at herself, and pulled the trigger multiple times—until that familiar voice spoke:

"The choices you make by instinct will shape your destiny."

She felt one of her thoughts being quietly pulled away.

The thought: "I shouldn't go to this Divine Game."

Rita stared at the revolver in her hand, a look of pure awe in her eyes.

Foolishness—a bullet that filters out flawed thoughts. It didn't just judge right and wrong; it could, in a roundabout way, predict the future.