Blood flowed down Xie Antong (Sin)'s cheek, not feeling particularly viscous, still maintaining a smooth liquid sensation.

This indicated that Sin's body still maintained considerable vitality, not as if it had been dead for a while like he had been pretending.

Under this sudden act of severing his own hand, the entire venue fell silent. That bloody and morbid scene seemed to have robbed people of the ability to comment on it.

[Pleasure]: ......

His expression showed a hint of surprise. Looking at the scene before him, he felt that many shadows overlapped on the person in front of him, making him somewhat dazed.

[Hehe...]

[You really are... willing to do anything...]

Rarely, his words weren't mocking, but instead carried a tone of approval.

[However, just one of your own original body's hands probably can't do much, right?]

Others might not understand. The hundreds of millions of Spectators might just think he's crazy. But [Pleasure] couldn't possibly truly not understand.

That "Sin," whose face was still fused with the mask, must contain immense energy or unique skills within his body.

Although He wasn't entirely sure of the specifics, the fact that the "two" had been holding hands with fingers interlocked was definitely for the mutual communication and connection of energy between the two bodies.

However, His own body could be considered an energy entity. He clearly understood the connection and integrity between energy and consciousness.

What effect could merely cutting off an arm and holding it have? After all, his original body hadn't reached the level of a God. Could a single arm become a divine artifact?

Thinking this, the corners of [Pleasure]'s mouth curled up slightly as he said with a teasing tone:

[If you truly have confidence in your level of Life, actually cutting off your head and holding it in your hands might be more meaningful.]

"Oh? Right, let me think." Xie Antong (Sin) said in surprise, as if genuinely reminded.

Still clutching the severed hand tightly, he turned to look at the "himself" beside him, examining that distorted face.

It seemed like he was considering whether this thing could work if he took it off.

"Alright, the special segment settlement is complete. The corresponding players from both sides, please enter the black box."

The Arbitrator finally spoke, raising a hand and giving a flick. An invisible force appeared in the air, throwing the guy with the severed hand, whose wound was still bleeding, along with his chair, to the position opposite [Death].

Then, the curtain fell, and the black box sealed shut once more.

Inside the black box, [Death] currently appeared to be sitting with legs crossed, speaking to the empty darkness before him, and also to the "Sin" opposite him:

[Back? How does it feel?]

......

[By the way, regarding what we plan to do next, do you have any expectations? Or can you still come up with something that will surprise us?]

The "Sin" opposite had clearly already lost consciousness and couldn't possibly respond to Him.

But He still murmured softly as if talking to himself, seemingly also worried that He might not have another chance to speak with the person before Him in the future.

[Coincidence or deliberate, from the perspective of the Game, your move can indeed be considered a win. If we're speaking purely from the Game's level.]

......

"The Game begins! Both sides may now place additional bets on top of the Ante."

At the Arbitrator's command, a phantom countdown timer similar to before appeared in the air above the two players' heads.

Because the previous 36 hourglasses had now become the Ante on the table, they directly entered the betting phase, with this countdown time limit.

And because this Game started directly without the unlimited thinking time before betting, the initial countdown this time was relatively longer.

—A full five minutes!

The Game seemed to have become more compact, pushing the two forward.

[Hah, starting right off with a five-minute countdown. The timing is really perfect.]

[Pleasure] said with a laugh.

[If it were like before, with unlimited thinking before the formal bet, you could already start quickly saying your last words.]

[And if this countdown were shorter, say, thirty seconds... well, with your ability, you might actually have a bit of a chance?]

[You should know what I plan to do, right?]

"I know. You don't seem to have any other methods up to this point."

"It's just, I've been thinking, if you really had that kind of method, why didn't you use it from the start."

Xie Antong (Sin) said, holding an hourglass in his hand and turning it over to examine it.

Currently, he had two and a half hourglasses in front of him, while the opponent had one.

According to what was said before, if this round is definitely a draw, then he wins.

Therefore, [Pleasure]'s possibility of victory lies in forcibly depleting the Chips in Xie Antong (Sin)'s hands before this countdown ends and both sides officially play their cards.

Although there aren't many left, "Sin" is, after all, not "Blank." The method of trying to apply psychological pressure, disrupt thinking, and directly reduce them that way is impossible.

If he tries that trick, who disrupts whose Spirit is still hard to say.

"Alright, it's your turn to bet first this time. Are you planning to put down that one Chip of yours?"

Xie Antong (Sin) showed no intention of delaying time. Without wasting words with [Pleasure], he spoke directly.

To the countless Spectators, these words might just sound like telling the opponent to place a bet.

But between him and [Pleasure], both sides were perfectly aware that placing additional bets at this time was meaningless. So this sentence...

—Was a declaration of war!

It was clearly telling the other party: I am ready. Whatever method you have, just begin.

Hearing this, [Pleasure]'s eyes widened, and his face appeared to twist into a grimace.

[Good! You've got guts!]

Bang!

Finally, the last hourglass in His hand fell, striking the Gambling Table. Xie Antong (Sin) could clearly see a single grain of sand fall from within!

Instantly, a faint, seven-colored light formed a channel, linking to the center of Xie Antong (Sin)'s forehead.

In Xie Antong (Sin)'s heart, it was as if a silent, massive tremor sounded, causing her body to jerk violently in the chair.

Her fists instantly clenched, especially the hand holding the severed hand, gripping it so tightly she dared not relax in the slightest.

Crack!

A crisp sound. The half-hourglass in front of Xie Antong (Sin) was instantly emptied and directly shattered.

[You ask why I didn't do this from the start? Because... this is the real, genuine benefit for that little girl! This is really going to cost me dearly...]

[Don't you think the current scene feels somewhat familiar?]