The Reverie, Platinum Room 217.
Sparkle quietly closed the door, so that what followed wouldn't get too crazy.
"Come on!"
Silver Wolf stared at Sol, her eyes brimming with fighting spirit.
If it were any other game, she might have hesitated. After all, Sol's being absolutely built different was downright absurd—her character with a million HP and a million attack had still been grounded down to death.
But—but!
Rock–paper–scissors, a mind game that tested luck and psychology, was something she absolutely wasn't afraid of when facing Sol!
"Fifteen rounds, first to eight wins. You still have one last chance to back out."
Sol casually flexed his palm, his expression utterly relaxed.
"No need! I'll win everything back and proclaim the return of the god!"
As expected, Silver Wolf refused outright and immediately began counting down. "Three, two, one!"
In an instant, two hands shot out.
Silver Wolf played rock.
Sol played paper.
"First round—it looks like I win."
Sol shook his hand lightly, smiling.
The first round was crucial. Whoever won it would put more psychological pressure on the other, greatly increasing their chances of victory. That first move was pure luck—he hadn't planned on winning for sure.
But since luck had come knocking, well—sorry about that. Silver Wolf was about to experience a nightmare.
"I'll admit it." Silver Wolf's heart sank slightly, but she still said confidently, "But next, I'll open your eyes!"
"Three~ two~ …"
She counted very slowly, carefully observing Sol's expression.
In a simple game like rock–paper–scissors, the first round was all luck.
After that, it was a battle of skill—a psychological duel.
At this moment, Sol still wore a smile, looking pleased with himself.
Most people might think he would keep playing scissors to press his advantage.
But Silver Wolf saw through it all. Sol was definitely laying a smokescreen—he would change tactics and play rock or paper next.
So, the correct move now was to play paper again!
"One!"
Silver Wolf's eyes flashed as she confidently spread her palm—paper.
"I win."
Sol raised his scissors hand and waved it calmly in front of her.
"Damn it, again!"
Silver Wolf looked unwilling and extremely annoyed.
She had thought one layer too shallow—Sol must have predicted her thinking, which was why he kept playing scissors.
But now she'd stack two layers. There was no way Sol could block that.
Sol had won two rounds in a row with scissors. Given his bold yet meticulous personality, the next round should still be scissors—if she played rock, she'd win.
But considering that Sol was also guessing her thoughts, he would actually play paper.
So, all she had to do was play scissors.
Silver Wolf watched Sol's expression closely and shouted impatiently, "Three, two, one—start!"
Sol shook his fist lightly and said flatly, "Third round, I win again."
"What?! Damn it!"
Sweat beaded on Silver Wolf's forehead as she stared intensely into Sol's eyes.
They looked like demonic eyes that saw straight through her heart, completely exposing her thoughts.
She had already lost three rounds—just five more losses and she'd be completely defeated.
No, she had to stack another layer!
"Again!"
"Three, two, one—start!"
Silver Wolf struck decisively.
"Sorry, another win."
Sol clapped his hands lightly, lonely as snow.
"You're cheating?!"
Silver Wolf snapped, glaring at Sol.
How could someone read her mind three times in a row? He had to be using some trick.
"Cheating? You think I'm you?"
"How would I even cheat—read your mind or something?"
Sol looked invincible as he said disdainfully, "If you're bad, practice more. If you can't handle losing, then stop playing."
He did have a way to hear thoughts, but he swore he hadn't used it today. Just five percent of his skill was already more than Silver Wolf could handle—there was no need for that.
Besides, he believed in fair competition. He never cheated when gaming.
"Damn it!"
Silver Wolf stared at Sol's smug face, so angry her nose practically twisted.
"Don't get mad," Sol reminded her. "You still have four chances. Be careful—turning the tables isn't impossible."
"I don't need your reminder. I'll definitely win!"
Silver Wolf struck a stance, her eyes resolute, like someone quitting gaming addiction.
"I hope so."
Sol offered his sincere blessing.
"Again!"
"Sorry—five wins in a row."
"That's impossible, again!"
"My apologies—six in a row."
"Calm down, calm down. I still have two chances!" Silver Wolf slapped her own face to cool her burning skin. "Again!"
She observed carefully, analyzed meticulously—her nested thinking had already reached the eighth layer.
She had thought of Sol's thoughts. Sol knew that she knew his thoughts. She knew that Sol knew that she knew—
"Three, two, one—start!"
Silver Wolf struck at the perfect moment.
"Seventh round—still my win. I told you; you can't beat me."
Sol withdrew his fist, calm as ever.
"What are you being smug about?!"
Bloodshot eyes flared as Silver Wolf's blood rushed to her head. She stared stubbornly at Sol.
"The winner hasn't been decided yet. Fifteen rounds, eight wins—I still have my last chance!"
She spoke each word clearly, her momentum surging to its peak. "From here on out, I won't lose a single round. I'll make all your effort amount to nothing!"
"Again!"
Silver Wolf focused all her attention, locking onto Sol's face.
This round would decide her future brightness.
She would bet everything—all or nothing!
"Mm-hmm."
Sol spread his hands, his face screaming invincibility.
"This time, I've seen through you!"
With unwavering conviction, Silver Wolf shouted at Sol, "Three, two, one—start!"
On one side, a pale, sweating hand spread open.
On the other, long, clean fingers formed scissors.
"Again!"
Silver Wolf stared at Sol with burning eyes.
She had already grasped this man's pattern. Next time—next time she would definitely win!
"Sorry. Eight wins in a row. Silver Wolf, you're out of chances."
Sol patted Silver Wolf's shoulder, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.
Life was truly effortless.
"That… was... the last?"
Silver Wolf murmured softly, her blazing will fading.
So that was the last one.
Fifteen rounds, eight wins—Sol swept the entire game.
And she… had bet everything on Sol, agreeing to work for him for ten years for free.
"How is that possible?! That's not scientific!"
Silver Wolf's body went limp as she collapsed onto the carpet in a duck-sitting posture.
She had clearly seen through everything, wagering all her faith.
And yet—even her final chance had ended in defeat?!
Was the fortune of heaven and earth truly so cold, unwilling to favor her even once?!
Grief surged up, tears spilling from Silver Wolf's eyes.
Heh… when fortune comes, even heaven lends its strength; when fortune leaves, even heroes lose their freedom.
So, this is what failure feels like…
Sol picked Silver Wolf up from the floor and placed her on the nearby sofa.
"Silver Wolf, starting today, you can begin work."
"Huh?"
Silver Wolf was dumbfounded.
She had just regained her freedom—she hadn't even left the room yet!
"Oh my, oh my, isn't this the Silver Wolf who just regained her freedom?"
Sparkle skipped over and lightly patted Silver Wolf's back, speaking gently.
"Already can't wait to start your new job? Such a dedicated hacker. Tomorrow, your new colleague Stelle will also be attending—remember to get along with her well."
"Tomorrow… get along with Stelle…"
Silver Wolf thought of her dearest friend, the one who had given up half her freedom for her.
She had just been rescued by Stelle—only to turn around and fall straight back into the abyss.
Sorry, Stelle. I'm so sorry!
Silver Wolf looked at Sol, grabbed his arm, and said urgently, "Again! Give me one more chance! I'll bet a hundred years of work—I'll gamble with you to the end!"
"Lost so badly you've gone mad?"
Sol pitied her and gently touched her cheek. "The stakes are too big—you can't handle them. Be good. There'll be plenty of chances in the future. One year per bet—we'll take it slow."
"Let me win once. Just let me win once!"
Silver Wolf looked at Sol with longing. She couldn't accept it.
Eight losses in a row—eight rounds!
Wasn't that just bullying? She wanted to win once. She had to win once.
Sol, being kindhearted, couldn't bear to see Silver Wolf so sad.
"Alright. One last time. No bets—just a game."
Last one. I'll throw it a bit.
"Mm."
Silver Wolf nodded eagerly.
No stakes was fine—she just wanted to win once!
This time, she gathered all her wisdom. She would definitely win!
Sparkle gave the order. "Start!"
Two hands extended at the same time.
Unexpected, yet somehow inevitable—Sol won again.
"Waaah!"
Silver Wolf lunged into Sol's arms, tears streaming as she made a huge fuss.
"Sigh~"
Sol gently patted her, comforting her.
Who could she blame? He'd already held back this much.
Thus, there we learned that gambling truly ruins lives. Let future generations take Silver Wolf as a warning.
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