The black ball was placed on the ground, and the Fake’s skeleton-like body actually looked a little hunched at the moment, appearing very downcast.

It couldn’t make expressions, but even just looking at it, you could feel its gloom.

Whether it was the players present, or the audience watching Lu Ce’s game perspective, listening to the Fake’s words—many people didn’t react for a moment.

How did we win?

Weren’t all five supposed to grab the balls? The rest haven’t even made a move yet! Why’d you bring them in then?

Is this rigged??

【: Wait… how is this a win? Can someone smart explain?】

【: 1, 2, 3... Ten balls in total. Is there some deeper meaning? Not really seeing it.】

【: The more I watch the more off this feels—from the Host’s initial favoritism, to suddenly winning now, don’t tell me something shady’s going on?】

Blank couldn’t analyze it anymore—because she wasn’t just watching the stream, she was in it.

After the champagne tower, Xie Antong had been quietly observing how things developed. When she saw the ten balls in Lu Ce’s hand, she already knew he had won.

“Average... So that hand of his is off...”

She muttered under her breath. It wasn’t a particularly complicated logic puzzle—Xie Antong had figured it out almost from the start.

There were several small balls rapidly moving inside the big ball. In the few seconds before the exterior turned black, people could still see inside.

It’s just that regular human eyes couldn’t make out the details. But the All-Seeing Eye saw it clearly: there were 50 small balls inside that big one.

And there were five people drawing balls. If you take the average, that’s ten each.

In this game, it didn’t really matter whether you drew first or last—as long as you drew ten, only two outcomes could happen.

First, if everyone took exactly ten, they’d split the balls evenly—no one would have more or less.

Second, if it wasn’t even, and you took exactly ten—the average—then someone had to have more than you, and someone had to have less.

So the only real challenge of this game lay in those thirty seconds.

In that time, you needed to figure this out, and once the ball turned opaque, you had to grope around and pull out exactly fifty.

After all, without the All-Seeing Eye, most people couldn’t possibly count how many were inside in those few seconds.

Lu Ce didn’t count the balls precisely at first either—but it didn’t matter. The Scholar’s Right Hand could turn someone who’d never touched a gun into a marksmanship master. Counting? Easy.

Which meant—for Lu Ce, this game was a guaranteed win.

Even now, though, most of the crowd still hadn’t figured out what the hell had just happened...

Xie Antong’s gaze passed through the crowd, landing on Lu Ce’s long, clearly jointed right hand. At this point, she was almost certain—there was something special about that hand.

Now, she was curious about his demand...

“Make your request. Anything at all.”

The Fake spoke again, its hollow eyes staring straight at Lu Ce.

“Even spending the night with me?” the Lust Mask teased.

The Fake: ......

“Anything,” it repeated.

The Slime bounced as it looked this way, seemingly very intrigued.

“Even if you can stir up my desire, without emotional connection, it’s meaningless.”

“What I want is love—not just the body.”

Far off, the corner of Xie Antong’s mouth twitched. She thought, “There is no body. Isn’t this just a skeleton?”

Well, at least he’s still rational—he didn’t let the Lust Mask make him actually want to sleep with a skeleton.

As she was thinking this, Lu Ce’s next line completely floored her.

“So, my request is: I want your unwavering love.”

The Fake: ?

Xie Antong: ?

Everyone: ?

The Fake was, after all, an in-game entity—the biggest resource there was. And it still had three stars on it!

Everyone figured that after that twist, “Sin” was bound to make some serious demand.

Crazy or not, when it came down to core benefits like this, he’d have to be serious.

But this result—completely caught everyone off guard.

What kind of weird-a** thing are you even asking for?!

The Slime suddenly started clapping, yelling in excitement:

【Nice! That’s the spirit of the game! Now that’s a player.】

【Why do the rest of you act like miserable office workers? Isn’t the game supposed to be fun?】

“What are you yelling for?” Lu Ce turned around and gave it a blank look.

The Slime went silent.

“Yes.” At that moment, the Fake, as the loser, accepted the request. A pillar of light descended from the sky, enveloping it—like a contract had been signed.

The Lust Mask still held that lazy smile, nodding as if very satisfied, and said:

“You’ve always loved me, haven’t you? Even picked a five-person group game just for me—and found three more to help out.”

“Those three were players, right? Pretty obvious—they hesitated when picked. And just now, when you said I won, they reacted a bit weird too.”

Lu Ce deliberately said those two lines loud and clear.

The Fake’s skull lifted, just as it was about to speak—

Not far from Lu Ce, another player hesitated, but couldn’t hold back any longer. Without thinking it through, he rushed forward, pointing at one of the three remaining participants from the Draw Lots Game, and said:

“I think—you’re a player!”

The air seemed to freeze for a second. Then, the Lust Mask on Lu Ce’s face stretched into a grin that reached his ears, followed by loud laughter.

“HAHAHAHAHA! Someone really bought that? Told you, you’re all d*mn fools.”

“Who the h*ll would believe I’d actually pick three real players?!”

The player who had charged out stiffened. The one he’d pointed at—now had her veil slowly dissolve...

Revealing another set of white bones underneath.

“Too bad. You guessed wrong.”

Lu Ce, under the Lust Mask, was still laughing:

“HAHAHAHAHA! What kind of brain do you have to believe what I just said?”

“If I really picked three random players, the game wouldn’t even work. If someone wanted to deliberately help me win, I could’ve pulled any number and still won, right?”

“Honestly, your brain’s probably better off turned off.”

His laughter was full of mockery and scorn. Then, Lu Ce pointed at the player who had already turned to stone.

“I’m guessing—you’re the player.”