"That good-looking youth has won, thank goodness... I wouldn't want to see him die, it's such a waste."
"He only won at rock-paper-scissors... what happens next is still uncertain."
"Next, he can choose to go first or second. He should choose to go first, right? The first shot only has a one in six chance of being real, and statistically, going first is definitely an advantage."
"This kid is really lucky, having the first move is a huge advantage."
The surrounding discussion reached the ears of the tall man, his expression fluctuating.
Luck? Luck?
How the hell could this be luck?
In the last moment of rock-paper-scissors, he had changed his hand gesture at a speed that no normal person could react to or see clearly, and threw scissors.
But in the end, he had lost.
[Self-check complete, operational state is good, no abnormalities detected]
Information in green font emerged in his prosthetic eye.
