Super Righteous Player
Chapter 788 - 327: End of the First Game (Two in One)_2

Chapter 788: Chapter 327: End of the First Game (Two in One)_2

The numbers were "2,3,2".

The total was seven.

Xiangshi breathed a sigh of relief all of a sudden.

"—Great."

He cheered for himself in a low voice, taking away seven pebbles from the twenty-six on his right side.

A great start!

That was close... Today’s dice luck was obviously not on point, and it almost went bust.

Perhaps calling a six would have been safer... or does this mean that Lady Luck is indicating that I’m in good fortune today?

Xiangshi couldn’t help but let his thoughts run wild.

Meanwhile, Fufu crossed his arms and announced his numbers with a smile:

"—I’ll of course pick eighteen."

In that instant, Xiangshi’s thoughts came to a halt.

His first reaction was—are you planning to cheat, lad?

But soon enough, the result came out.

The number was thirteen.

Because it was less than eighteen, it went bust.

"So I won’t take any pebbles from the pile. But of course, I won’t add any new stones either... because you can’t deduct points below zero."

Fufu said with a smile.

...Why didn’t you say there are no negative points earlier?!

Xiangshi thought furiously.

But this also seemed reasonable.

It’s just like when the concentration level is zero, even if you fail and go bust, you don’t have to worry about the penalty of halving the concentration level...

But this puts me in the lead—

Xiangshi thought to himself.

He dared not say it out loud, worried it would become a jinx.

"Then next round, I still choose seven," Xiangshi said gravely, "Lady Luck will protect me."

"She won’t."

Fufu replied calmly, "The head of a horse can block out the powers of fate."

As if to emphasize Fufu’s words,

Xiangshi rolled a six this time.

He went bust—and therefore had to deduct one point.

He reluctantly returned one pebble.

Absolutely outrageous. He thought.

A 3D6 that rolls under seven twice in a row... This simply isn’t probable!

"I’m still at eighteen."

Fufu answered.

It’s probably the attitude of one who has nothing to lose. With zero points anyway, deducting more makes no difference.

This round, Fufu’s roll was even more outrageous.

This time it was "one, two, one," the total being four. If it weren’t for Fufu’s points being at zero, this bust would have been enough for him to play a "Going Home" tune on his sax.

Next round, Xiangshi still guessed seven.

This time he rolled a ten.

Although not big, he could still accumulate seven points. Now Xiangshi had thirteen points—just over half the total score.

Fufu, on the other hand, rolled a seven, keeping his total score at zero.

This time, Xiangshi chose seven again—the tension made him incapable of thinking. He just continued with the previous decision to mindlessly select seven.

And this time, he rolled an eight.

He accumulated another seven points.

He now had twenty points—just another seven points to go.

No, even six points would secure victory!

"Do you know, Prince Dmitry?"

But just then, Fufu suddenly spoke up, "People without power have nothing to lose. Those who have nothing, their anger manifests with more force."

"—Stop talking to me, I don’t want to talk to you."

Xiangshi, fearing that Fufu’s words might contain some kind of trap or that he might start talking nonsense, said unceremoniously, "Just state your number."

"Naturally... eighteen."

Fufu didn’t change his number either.

But then...

Xiangshi’s breathing stopped abruptly.

—Three sixes.

Eighteen points, theoretically the highest number.

"Do you still remember what I said earlier?"

Fufu said composedly, "The desire for power to control others, the wisdom to anticipate the human heart, and the patience to wait for luck to arrive."

"Look, my patience paid off. And you didn’t anticipate this move."

"Why not try your lucky number again? Let’s see if Lady Luck will protect you, shall we?"

...Damn it.

Xiangshi’s lips quivered faintly as he cursed under his breath.

Your dice must be loaded!

How come the moment you start blabbering, you roll triple sixes?

He suddenly felt a bit panicky.

What to do now?

Next... should I choose six?

Based on previous calculations, the probability of "6 and over" was the largest, the safest choice.

...No, that won’t do.

If I roll the minimum value of three this time, I’ll be deducted four points. In that case, I would fall even further behind than the rotten man.

Even a four might reduce my score by one.

If I want to be safest... it would be to choose three.

If I choose three, no matter what tricks the rotten man uses, Thirteen Spices is certain to gain three points. And Thirteen Spices currently has twenty points; in any case, after two rounds he will win.

In other words——

Thirteen Spices quickly realized.

The current game had changed from a calculation of probabilities to a gamble on human nature.

In the next round, if Thirteen Spices doesn’t choose six, he can only choose three.

Choosing six would be to bet that the rotten man wouldn’t interfere, leaving the outcome to chance. But if he fails, he will immediately lose all his current advantages.

Or he could choose the more conservative number three and ensure victory after two rounds.

Looking over at the rotten man’s side——the rotten man is still eight points short.

Assuming the rotten man really can control the dice... then it shouldn’t be difficult for him to roll a number higher than eight, right?

...No, that’s not right.

Thirteen Spices suddenly came to a realization.

If the rotten man could control the dice, then no matter what he chose, he was bound to lose. His guaranteed winning strategy required two rounds, but if the rotten man could change the dice roll, then he would already have won with a roll over eight points in the next turn.

Therefore, Thirteen Spices could only choose six.

——Bet on the "first move" he had chosen at the beginning making a difference.

"...I choose six."

Thirteen Spices spoke slowly.

"Oh?"

The rotten man smiled faintly.

He said leisurely, "Why, not choosing seven?"

"Didn’t you say... seven is Miss Luck’s lucky number?"

"But isn’t the probability of rolling a six higher than seven?"

Thirteen Spices retorted fearlessly, "You also said it, didn’t you? This dice can’t be influenced by the power of fate."

"Would you believe what I said?"

The rotten man said serenely, "Or is it that you are selectively believing... information that is beneficial to you?"

"Like a king who can only hear good news?"

The next moment, the dice slowly stopped.

——The number was three.

Thirteen Spices’ points retreated to sixteen.

"And I choose three. I skip this round, my score is twenty-one points."

The rotten man said slowly, "The closer you are to victory, the more cautious you need to be——only three points are needed, so there’s no need to roll the dice."

"Now, Prince Dmitry, do you think this die is actually not a centaur’s skull? That it can be influenced by Miss Luck? Or will you continue to stand by your beliefs and regard the roll of three as merely a matter of probability?"

"Ah, yes. Rolling a three is certainly possible, although improbable— but since I’ve rolled 666, it doesn’t seem odd for you to roll a three, does it?"

"Or rather, why do you still think it won’t roll a three after I’ve rolled eighteen points? Are you considering your calculated expected value... as a certainty?"

The rotten man said leisurely, "Is this your... arrogance as a king?"

"——Your Highness?"

Thirteen Spices’ fingers trembled slightly with nervousness.

His heart pounded fiercely; he breathed heavily, as if choking... A cold sweat broke out on his back.

Now he was ten points short.

He really wanted to directly choose ten points, to take a gamble——but he dared not. The probability was just too low, he couldn’t even trust it himself.

Therefore, Thirteen Spices needed at least two rounds to reach twenty-six points, no matter what. On the other hand, the rotten man only needed to choose three twice to win.

The question now became——could he definitely score ten points in two tries?

Three points were certain. In other words, as long as he scores seven points once more, he could win directly.

So the question returned to the beginning.

This time choosing seven——just like the first choice of seven.

Could he win?

"Hurry up, Your Highness."

The rotten man said serenely, "Time is running out."

"...I choose three."

Thirteen Spices said hoarsely, skipping a turn.

"Are you still afraid? Even though you know it’s meaningless?"

Seeing this choice, the rotten man finally laughed out loud.

He shook his head and said regretfully, "It seems you do not have the capacity of a king."

"That is to say... the heir to the Winter Duchy will not be you."

"Then——"

Thirteen Spices tensed up inside.

Could the final roll of seven bring victory?

Regardless of whether the die could receive the power of fate or not, seven should still be the best choice...

"——There’s no need to choose this round. I concede."

The rotten man stated flatly, "You simply don’t have the heart of a king... hence the outcome is already determined."

This caused a sudden drop in Thirteen Spices’ heart.

But within him, a strong sense of emptiness surged——

He still didn’t know if that "seven" could have been correct.

Although he won, he wasn’t very happy.

Thirteen Spices had some regrets...

This was, after all, just a nightmare.

——If only I had chosen seven in that round.