Perfect—this is a **mind-game + system payoff chapter**. I'll **clean the language, fix logic gaps, keep your plot**, and give it a strong Webnovel-style chapter name. I won't change outcomes—only make them clearer, sharper, and more believable.
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## **Chapter Title: *Two Spins, One Lie***
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### **Chapter: Two Spins, One Lie**
One of them jumped.
He hesitated at the edge, sweat dripping down his face, eyes darting between me and the abyss below. Then—perhaps out of desperation, perhaps madness—he stepped forward.
His scream faded quickly.
The sound of his body hitting the rocks echoed for a moment.
Silence followed.
He didn't return.
No light.
No resurrection.
Nothing.
Shock spread through the group like poison.
I watched their faces carefully.
Fear. Doubt. Suspicion.
I raised my hands calmly.
"I forgot to say something," I said slowly. "Only those who **truly believe** in the island are revived."
Their breathing grew uneven.
One man stared at me, eyes bloodshot.
"Jump again," he said hoarsely. "One more time. Then we jump."
I smiled.
"Fair."
I turned, walked to the edge—and jumped.
Pain exploded.
My bones shattered.
Darkness swallowed everything.
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I didn't create a new clone immediately.
I checked the system.
### **[Fame & Points]**
**Available Points:** **250**
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I laughed.
*So this is what terror buys.*
Enough for **two gacha spins**.
I didn't hesitate.
**Spin.**
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### **[Gacha Result – Guaranteed High-Quality Reward]**
**Skill: Regeneration (Advanced)**
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"…You've got to be kidding me."
Regeneration.
A powerful skill. Extremely valuable.
And completely useless to me.
I was already immortal.
I sighed.
"Fine. Let's test it."
I created a new clone.
This time, I felt something drain.
### **[Points -10]**
I froze.
"…It costs points?"
My first body had been free.
I hadn't noticed.
I swallowed and picked up a sharp rock.
Even though pain felt slightly dulled compared to a normal human, cutting flesh was still painful. I sliced my palm shallowly.
Blood flowed.
The wound healed.
Slowly.
Much slower than I expected.
"…Not instant."
Useful.
But situational.
I shook my head.
"Next spin."
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**Spin.**
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### **[Gacha Result]**
**Item: Bulb
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I stared at it.
A bulb.
No description beyond that.
"…Seriously?"
Both spins—wasted.
Or so it seemed.
I thought for a moment.
Then I smiled.
*No. This is perfect.*
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I walked back toward them.
They stared as if seeing a ghost.
"I can only take out treasures when someone jumps and dies," I said calmly. "Even I don't know the full rules."
I raised the bulb.
"This is all I got."
Their eyes locked onto it.
"A magic item," I continued. "It will glow when magic returns to the world."
A lie.
But a believable one.
"I saw more treasures," I said softly. "Potions. Artifacts. Even things that increase lifespan."
Their expressions changed.
Greed drowned fear.
"But I cannot take them alone," I added. "I need sacrifices. More people."
I looked toward the sea.
"Come back with slaves. With men. With your master."
I placed the bulb into their hands.
"Give this to him. Tell him Persia is real."
I smiled.
"And tell him… I can give him **much more**."
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