The rules of roulette gambling are very simple.
A single toy bullet is loaded into a six-chambered revolving magazine. The two sides take turns firing at themselves, and the lucky one wins.
The revolving magazine is closed, and the details of the loaded bullets cannot be seen.
Furthermore, the magazine is rotated again after each shot by both sides.
The probability is a pure one-sixth, and it doesn't change with an increase in the number of shots.
"Please, big sister."
The girl in white clothes smiled and handed over the toy gun with a sly expression.
Pursing her lips, taking a deep breath, she picked up the gun with her right hand and aimed it at her own head.
I'm willing to bet my entire lifetime of luck on this roulette game!
Brave and cheerful, let's go!
Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger.
The next moment, nothing happened.
Feeling somewhat moved, this was the first time her luck had been this good, unlike the last time she drew the ghost card...
"Alright, it's my turn."
The girl in white clothes calmly extended her left hand, took the toy gun, and deftly rotated the magazine with her other hand.
One second later.
She seemed to have known that nothing would happen.
"..."
Feeling the pressure, she picked up the gun again and pulled the trigger in disbelief.
Snap! Something went wrong.
"Scared?!" She covered the spot where she was hit in a pitiful manner.
The girl in white clothes sighed in relief and curled up the corners of her mouth.
A minute later.
Electronic transfer — $100!
As the familiar electronic synthesized sound rang out, she left the table with a pang in her heart, deciding not to gamble anymore.
"Now you know the power of gambling, right?"
Alister's hands were in his pockets as he strolled around the different areas of the large casino with the dejected girl.
"Is it really a one-sixth probability?!" she asked, frustrated.
Alister sighed, "Your luck was indeed good just now, nothing happened in sixteen shots."
"You think so too, don't you?!" she pouted, "How can two people both be this lucky, and yet I lost? There must be something wrong!"
I bet my entire lifetime of luck on this... Wait a minute, could it be?!
Have I used up all my lifetime luck?!
She fell into self-doubt.
"It's indeed strange. That toy gun was obviously rigged to trick you," Alister interrupted her thoughts.
"What do you mean?"
"I'll just say it straight," Alister glanced at the girl in white clothes in the distance, "She cheated."
This just made her more puzzled.
"You're right-handed, so you held the gun in your right hand. But that person seems to be left-handed."
"What's the problem with that?" She looked in the same direction.
"The problem is this: because you hold the gun with different hands, the direction of the magazine rotation is naturally different."
Alister continued, using a tone of a parent educating a child:
"Therefore, the direction of the magazine's rotation determines your wins and losses. Even if your luck is good, it won't matter."
Turning the magazine with the left hand might result in shooting, with a probability of one-sixth.
However, turning the magazine with the right hand will definitely not result in shooting, with a probability of zero.
That's the internal structure of that gun.
Do you understand? Alister stared at her with that kind of look.
"I refuse to believe that such a young person could be so devious!" She crossed her arms.
"If you don't believe it, that's fine." Alister didn't want to meddle, "I'm just guessing. After all, I've never handled that gun myself."
Of course, that was a lie — Alister didn't need to personally confirm; just observing was enough.
"My $100!" She lamented inwardly, "I'm going to expose her, she's so wicked!"
"Be careful, she might be a pretender. She might seek revenge afterwards for that $100," Alister joked.
"Are impostors really that capable?"
"I don't know, but it's best to keep a low profile. I can reimburse you for the $100."
Alister took out his phone and initiated a transfer, saying casually:
"Consider it a lesson learned."
She didn't accept the transfer.
She leisurely approached the railing in the third-floor hall, tiptoeing and observing the scene below on the first floor.
The opulent first floor of Chenghai Miracle Cruise had facilities that didn't exist before.
Twenty-nine golden-masked attendants were serving.
An exceptionally ancient Western-style timepiece stood there, magnificent to the point of awe-inspiring, radiating an epic atmosphere.
It occupied a portion of the first floor's space, consisting entirely of exquisite and grand golden reliefs...
Two king statues held up the sun together — the top of the golden pendulum.
Every second triggered a myriad of structural changes, like the ancient letterpress printing of Country Z, imbuing the space with a three-dimensional sensation.
The enormous golden pendulum, driven by its rules, swung ceaselessly.
Around it, a dense array of changing and interlocking numbers formed irregular winning numbers.
There were a total of twenty-nine number squares, activated from the beginning, and the more correct numbers guessed, the greater the chip multiplier.
This was the only device where gambling could take place within the casino.
Regardless of status, it didn't discriminate, a creation concealing immense wealth.
Ji Yi was observing the golden clockwork in front of her, continuously changing her viewing angles, trying to find its operational pattern.
The late night had reached its peak, positions began to solidify.
...
...
"What is this? Just visiting, and they still demand identification?!"
Outside the casino, Alister and were in the original theme park, being denied entry to the treasury by the relentless golden-masked attendants.
Only gamblers who had advanced in status were allowed to enter these ancient treasuries, seeking the gifts left behind by gamblers from past generations.
As a "commoner," Alister and could only visit three places.
The casino, the guest rooms, and the shopping area where players' abilities were sold.
"It's rare to come to the Seaside Island area for a vacation and even board the Chenghai Miracle Cruise, yet it should be double the joy!"
Expressing her displeasure with a huff, she berated the heartless golden-masked attendants.
"You, it's you, the one wearing the mask!" She stared straight at it, "The money's lapdog, a dumb dog!"
Following that was a rant filled with huffs.
Things like "Don't underestimate poor girls," and "equality" were spoken, causing Alister to silently capture this precious video.
The corridors of Chenghai Miracle Cruise were filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
A few minutes passed...
After probably relieving her frustration, she let out a long breath and concluded her soulful speech.
Turning her head coquettishly, she suddenly froze, seeming to realize her loss of composure just now.
"You spoke well," Alister said in a casual tone of approval.
Like a young deer in the woods, she left with a "I... I'm going to my room!" and a slightly reddened ear.
"Good night, if you're tired, go to bed early." Alister bid a simple farewell.
After saying those words, Alister looked around for a second, then casually headed to a shadowed corner of the corridor.
The shadows bowed, and the title of "Leader" silently appeared...
"It's not time to get sleepy yet..."
The "Shadow" disappeared into the bustling night.