"Let's use this," Lucas swiftly flicked the cylinder of the revolver, removing five bullets and leaving only one inside. He spun the cylinder, snapped it back into place, and smiled. "The classic way of your Snezhnaya—Russian roulette."
This classic gambling method needed no elaborate explanation. Rooted in the reckless and fearless nature of the people of Snezhnaya, it was no surprise that such a direct and even brutal form of gambling had gained popularity.
"Alright…" Tonia hesitated for a moment before nodding firmly. "I'll gamble with you!"
After all, death was inevitable. By participating in this gamble, she might still have a chance to avenge her brother.
"Then let's begin," Lucas extended a hand toward Tonia and said, "Ladies first."
Although this approach might seem like "letting the other person go first to their death," in reality, according to probability, the chance of the first shot being the fatal one was the lowest—only one in six.
Looking at the revolver in her hand, Tonia couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.
After all, even if death was the same, the feeling of having a dagger pierce your heart was completely different from having a bullet blow your brains out.
But she steeled herself and pulled the trigger with a click.
No prize this time!
Tonia felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. Though it was only a brief moment, she seemed to have gained a new perspective on death.
"My turn," Lucas smiled faintly and, without hesitation, pressed the revolver to his temple and fired.
Click!
"Looks like my luck is holding," Lucas handed the revolver back to her and said, "Your turn."
Tonia swallowed hard. Though she hesitated, she eventually pulled the trigger again.
Bang!
With a loud noise, Tonia was startled. However, it wasn't the sound of a gunshot—it was Lucas mimicking the sound with his mouth. Even so, it left Tonia momentarily shaken. She glared at him angrily and snapped, "What… what are you doing?!"
"Just scaring you a little," Lucas chuckled. "If there had been a bullet in that chamber, your pretty face would've turned into a shattered watermelon by now."
"I… I'm not scared!" Tonia retorted stubbornly. "You're the one who should be afraid!"
There were three bullets left, and the probability of Lucas getting shot was… high!
Lucas nonchalantly pressed the revolver to his temple again.
Click! Click!
This time, he pulled the trigger twice in a row!
"Whew!" Lucas let out a long breath and smiled. "Sorry, I was getting a bit bored, so I fired twice. Your turn."
The words "your turn" felt like an invitation from the Grim Reaper.
With only one bullet left, the outcome was all but decided.
"I… I know!" Tonia, drenched in sweat, stammered, "You must've rigged it! There's no bullet in the cylinder, right?!"
"I've pulled that trick before, but unfortunately," Lucas opened the cylinder, revealing a gleaming golden bullet inside, "this time, I'm playing by the rules."
Tonia gripped the revolver again, but this time, her hand was trembling violently.
Many people in this world aren't afraid of death because by the time they taste its fear, it's already too late—there's no way out.
But those who have truly walked the line between life and death and survived are the ones who truly begin to fear it.
Tonia was one of them.
Just moments ago, she could have faced death heroically, but now, tears welled up in her eyes as fear took hold.
"I've already told you, your brother got what he deserved," Lucas whispered in Tonia's ear. "Do you really want to die for him?"
Tonia's mental defenses finally crumbled. She shook her head and said, "I… I don't want to die!"
"I told you, this is a gamble with your life," Lucas's voice was like the whisper of a demon. "I can spare your life, but your life will belong to me from now on."
The young girl bit her lip tightly. Finally, she chose to put down the revolver.
"It seems you've made the right choice," Lucas patted Tonia's head and smiled. "To test your loyalty, I want you to do one thing."
Tonia didn't respond, only nodding silently.
Lucas placed a photo of Tartaglia in the center of the bedside table and said, "You'll continue what you were supposed to do earlier… right in front of your brother."
"Wh… what?!" Tonia's face turned bright red. "How… how could you! This is too much!"
Good grief, forcing his sister in front of her brother's memorial photo—only a scoundrel like Lucas could come up with something so "utterly despicable."
"Either do it…" Lucas picked up the revolver and grinned sinisterly, "or die."
...
Even the high-quality pearwood bed couldn't withstand the intense impact, creaking softly under the strain.
On the bedside table, the photo of Tartaglia showed his trademark bright smile.
Of course, if the real Tartaglia were to see this scene, who knows what expression he'd have?
Due to the position, Tonia had no choice but to face her brother's photo directly. She wanted to close her eyes, but Tartaglia's voice and face kept flashing in her mind.
I'm sorry, Brother Ajax. I really… don't want to die!
Tears streamed down the woman's face.
What made her even more ashamed was that her body didn't resist. Instead, it seemed to respond subtly.
I'm sorry, brother, I think… I can't go back anymore.
Outside the window, the moon was gradually obscured by clouds, sinking into a gloomy night.
And along with it, the soul of a Snezhnayan girl descended into darkness.
[Task Completed]
[Reward: Talent "Bane of the Fatui"]
[Effect: All attacks, skills, or commands against characters aligned with the "Fatui" have their effectiveness or success rate increased by 50%]
This talent was particularly fitting.
After all, with this round of manipulation, he had pretty much outplayed nearly all of the Fatui Harbingers.
[Exiting Immersive Mode]
[Entering Text Mode]
[To handle relevant matters, you had to stay in Snezhnaya for a while. During this time, the power in Snezhnaya underwent a formal transition. Although the Tsaritsa still sat on the throne, it was clear to anyone with eyes that she had become a puppet of Liyue.]
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