I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today
Chapter 962 What is the Wish?

Chapter 962: Chapter 962 What is the Wish?

The game rules sounded simple, merely involving using a sword to target the opponent’s chest, abdomen, right arm, left arm, right leg, and left leg.

If one struck, the opponent would be injured or even die;

if one missed, the opponent’s shield would increase by one, enhancing their chances of survival in the next round.

Although everyone understood, Bai Youwei still felt that something was not quite right.

For instance, when both parties thrust at each other, there should be an order—who thrusts first and who thrusts after? The rules didn’t specify.

Moreover, besides the chest, the other body parts—abdomen, arms, and legs—though injured, would not be life-threatening. If one protected the chest, even if all the other five parts were hit, what then? It certainly wouldn’t result in death.

Besides, if both sides happened to hit the shield and in the second round the shields automatically increased, and they again coincidentally hit the shields leading to continual increases, eventually all body parts would be covered. How would one determine the winner then?

Although the probability of such a scenario was small, it was still possible.

Regrettably, the rule explanation ended there; the system provided no further elucidation.

Bai Youwei sat quietly on the Ruby Throne, pondering deeply, her gaze inadvertently resting on the scabbard in front of her...

The scabbard...

Why was there no sword?

...

Coming in early did have some advantages. These rules were sufficient for her to thoroughly contemplate.

Willard might have had the same thought; he too had arrived early.

And he brought many subjects along.

To what extent?

They densely occupied half of the battlefield space, gathered behind Willard.

Bai Youwei counted, 10, 20, 30...40...hmm, a total of 45.

In less than twenty-four hours, she couldn’t recruit even one, yet Willard recruited 45 subjects, a stark discrepancy in numbers...

Bai Youwei pondered a bit and understood.

The fewer the people, the harder it was to recruit new subjects while it was easier for those with many people due to the risk-sharing principle.

Willard had likely recruited a batch of subjects before, then spread the word about winning with numbers, attracting many who wanted a share of the spoils.

It was like betting on horses; the more bets a horse had, the more people would follow the suit.

Because they felt it had a better chance of winning.

Bai Youwei unhurriedly stroked the rabbit in her arms, beginning to find it slightly troublesome...

No matter how many props she had, if those 45 subjects charged at her all at once, she surely couldn’t withstand them.

Fortunately, there was no need to panic yet, since there was only one sword, and the role of the subjects in the game was still unclear...

Willard, seated on the throne across, remained silent for a long time; his subjects behind him also did not move.

Bai Youwei guessed that they were probably listening to the rule introduction.

As expected, a moment later, Willard laughed, his hoarse voice betraying pleasure, "...So this is the game."

His burns were severe, nearly all of his exposed skin wrapped in white bandages, leaving only the jaw and lips intact.

Bai Youwei felt she still had the upper hand, at least in terms of physical health, she was definitely better off than Willard.

Willard glanced at the wheelchair beside Bai Youwei, then gazed at her, his voice sounding like dry wood scraping, "We meet again, what a surprise."

Bai Youwei stared at his hideous face, remaining silent.

"Where are your subjects?" Willard asked with a smile, "What, did you come to surrender?...As I understand, the right to surrender can only be exercised before the final battle."

Bai Youwei calmly looked at him and asked, "We both know this is the last game, so tell me, if you win, what is your wish?"

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