God's imitator

Chapter 3: The Only Live Ammunition

"Snapped."

Wei Xinjian pulled the trigger again, but it was still a blank!

Roll, roll, roll——

The heavy iron block moved again, completely squeezing Wei Xinjian's two ears and pressing them against his cheeks.

"Hmm! Uh-huh!"

Wei Xinjian was even more frustrated. His body trembled violently, but at this moment his head could not move, and he could only stare straight at Lin Sizhi opposite him.

The third shot.

The probability of being hit by this shot is 1/4.

—If the game's designers were truly clever, they should have placed the bullets in positions 3 and 4 in the center of the roulette wheel, so that he would shoot himself while being crushed by the metal blocks and gradually losing his mind.

Wei Xinjian seemed to have already seen the cold smile of the game designer.

The iron block will only move 1.29cm, and it won't die...

Make a rational and calm judgment...

Wei Xinjian gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger again, aiming at the innocent victim.

"Snapped!"

It was still a blank.

Roll, roll, roll——

The heavy iron block moved again. This time, Wei Xinjian felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and a sharp increase in pressure in his brain, as if a rotten watermelon was about to burst open!
A sharp pain shot through his skull, and Wei Xinjian couldn't even pinpoint which bone had cracked; his consciousness began to blur.

"Ugh...uh..."

Wei Xinjian's eyes were completely bloodshot, and everything in sight was blood red.

He futilely patted the iron block with his hand, but the iron block did not budge.

Finally, Wei Xinjian slowly turned the muzzle of his revolver and aimed it at himself.

The probability of death from the fourth shot is 1/3.

It was higher than any of the previous shots, but Wei Xinjian had no other choice.

He would rather shoot himself dead now than endure this torment any longer.

However, at that moment, the television, which had previously only displayed static and hissing sounds, suddenly showed both picture and sound again.

Every unforgivable sinner should be punished, but every sincere repentant person should also have a final chance.

If you sincerely repent now, then I can tell you: the fifth bullet in the pistol's cylinder was a blank.

Make a choice; your time is running out.

Wei Xinjian, who had already pointed the pistol at himself, stopped.

In his bloodshot eyes, he seemed to see the last glimmer of hope.

The fifth bullet was a blank!

At this moment, Wei Xinjian was about to fire the fourth bullet.

There are only two possibilities left: either the fourth or the sixth live-fire missile.

The mortality rate from this shot has soared to half.

Hit yourself? Take this last gamble?
No, that won't do, a 1/2 probability is just too high...

Wei Xinjian didn't understand probability, but he knew that if he just held on a little longer, he could survive...

Wei Xinjian felt a splitting headache, but under the influence of adrenaline, he had temporarily adapted to the pain.

If the next shot is also a blank, the iron block will continue to move forward 1.29cm, which is very dangerous, but Wei Xinjian believes that he may not necessarily die.

Because he only needs to endure one last double attack.

If the fourth shot is also a blank, then the remaining two bullets can be identified.

The fifth shot is a blank, hitting yourself directly; the sixth shot is the only live bullet, killing the other person instantly, and it will all be over...

The mechanism has been dismantled; escaping from here is the only way to survive.

The numbers on the LED electronic timer are still ticking; only one minute remains.

Wei Xinjian let out a painful groan, and he pulled the trigger again, aiming at Lin Sizhi.

The fourth shot!
"Snapped."

Blank bullet!

Roll, roll, roll——

"Ahhhh-"

Even with a cloth strip around his mouth, Wei Xinjian still let out a scream of extreme pain!
The heavy iron block pressed inward again, and intense pain spread through his mind. Wei Xinjian could barely feel his head anymore. With all his might, he pointed the gun at himself and fired his fifth shot.

"Snapped."

The fifth shot was a blank, and nothing happened.

Blood began to flow from Wei Xinjian's eyes, mouth, ears, and nose. He could feel nothing but excruciating pain.

But in the end, he still managed to squeeze out a single word through gritted teeth—

"die……"

Wei Xinjian raised his pistol one last time, his hands trembling.

The game will end and the mechanism will stop once the last live bullet kills an innocent bystander.

"Snapped."

The last shot was fired.

Wei Xinjian's eyes were covered in blood, his vision was blurred, and his ears were tightly clamped by iron blocks, so he could no longer hear anything.

But he could still feel something was off in his right hand, which was holding the gun.

There was no vibration, no recoil, nothing happened.

Still empty rounds!

"Ugh—ooh—ah—"

You're lying!

There was no live ammunition in the pistol.

Wei Xinjian let out a final roar, but his voice soon stopped.

Roll, roll, roll——

The heavy iron block advanced another 1.29 cm, causing irreversible and permanent damage to his brain.

Death is only a matter of time.

As if all his strength had been instantly drained, Wei Xinjian's right hand drooped down, and the silver revolver fell to the ground.

"Click."

With a series of clicking sounds, all the mechanisms locking the two people in the iron chair were activated.

As the mechanism opened, Wei Xinjian collapsed to the ground, barely alive.

But at that moment, Wei Xinjian vaguely saw that the innocent person opposite him had woken up and stood up from his seat.

"Help—help me—"

Driven by a final instinct to survive, Wei Xinjian stretched out his hand with great effort.

"help me--"

Wei Xinjian saw the innocent man raise his hand and untie the knotted cloth strip behind his head.

However, there was no expression on his face.

"save--"

Wei Xinjian has not forgotten his final struggle.

However, Lin Sizhi reached out and picked up the revolver that had fallen to the side, and with a "snap," the cylinder popped out.

Then, he took a live bullet from his pocket and put it in.

"you you--"

Wei Xinjian's eyes were completely blinded by blood, but through the blurry scene before him, he vaguely realized something, something very important.

When the last shot was fired, Wei Xinjian discovered that the revolver was completely unloaded.

Therefore, he believed that the rules had deceived him.

But at this moment, Wei Xinjian realized that the rules did not lie:
The rules state:

In this confined space, there is an innocent person, a revolver, and a live bullet.

A revolver cylinder has six magazines, five of which are empty and located at random positions within the cylinder.

However, the rules never stated that the live bullet was in the pistol cylinder.

"Click."

Lin Sizhi pulled the hammer, and the dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at the dying Wei Xinjian.

"boom!"

(End of this chapter)