"But you all agreed just now."
The young man argued desperately, "You were right here, and you..."
Noticing the crowd's growing uncertainty, Bai Yi interjected lightly, "Who among you agreed to take a life? Was it you?"
He turned to a man who was staring at him, who blinked in surprise and shook his head. "I didn't say anything."
Bai Yi then looked at a nearby woman. "And you? Did you ask him to kill that child? He was so innocent. I bet his parents are heartbroken. He was still so young—he could have become something great."
The woman hesitated, clearly troubled by the thought of facing the child's family. "No, I didn't say anything. He pulled the lever himself."
"Ah, so it's you," Bai Yi said, surveying the rest of the group. They all averted their eyes, perhaps realizing that saving many could seem justifiable as long as they didn't have to confront the child's family or witness the aftermath. nature is complex. Some tried to defend the young man. "But he saved sixteen lives! You can't blame him for that."
"Really?" Bai Yi challenged, his tone skeptical. "So saving sixteen justifies giving up one life? Have you even considered that child's perspective? Would you feel the same if the roles were reversed?"
The man's face flushed, but he retorted, "Of course! I'd be a hero in that situation!"
Some in the crowd nodded, their eyes shifting to Bai Yi, ready to accuse him. But he quickly countered them. "Alright, I understand. There's a hospital in my city filled with patients. Their organs are failing. They're ordinary people. Would you be willing to donate your organs to save them?"
The self-proclaimed "messenger of justice" blushed, his eyes darting away. "I… I..."
"Your heart could save one life, your kidneys two, your liver, brain, lungs, and even skin could save many. Are you truly willing?"
He turned to the rest of the group. "Are you? If you are, we can sign a waiver right now. I'll admit I was wrong."
The crowd fell silent, heads bowed. The messenger of justice shrank back, hiding among them.
Bai Yi's gaze shifted to the bewildered young man. Before he could speak, someone exclaimed, "He's the murderer! He killed that child with his own hands!"
Bai Yi smiled from beneath his hood, recognizing the voice as that of the messenger of justice. Now hiding behind the crowd, he shouted, "You're the murderer!"
Confusion washed over the young man. He couldn't comprehend why he was being condemned when he had saved others.
As the crowd grew more agitated, the once-heroic figure became tarnished. The stain on his reputation grew larger, transforming him into a scapegoat for their own guilt.
Bai Yi observed as the young man became overwhelmed by the accusations, the atmosphere darkening. A foul odor lingered nearby, drawing Bai Yi's attention to the devil, Eugene, who wore a grim expression.
"You've breached the contract!" Eugene declared.
Bai Yi raised an eyebrow. "Huh? What do you mean? Does this mean I lose?"
Eugene's composure faltered, revealing his true nature. "You will definitely lose. I saw you use a potion!"
"You mean this?" Bai Yi waved a syringe. "Adrenaline, the 'Little Superman' potion. It boosts speed but isn't an extraordinary potion. I could extract some from a pig if you'd like."
Eugene fell silent, his anger simmering beneath the surface.
Suddenly, a massive pool of blood materialized in the void, compressing into a small box. "You win," he admitted reluctantly.
Bai Yi smirked, aware he had manipulated the game. The crowd's lack of action had been his leverage, shifting blame to the young man.
"Mr. Devil," Bai Yi said, "let's raise the stakes."
He produced five space rings, erasing his own aura from them, ensuring they could be opened by any supernatural force. He added the blood pool he had won and his own soul to the wager.
Eugene's expression hardened. "What do you want?"
Bai Yi grinned. "Balance of value."
Buzzing, the scales of hell appeared, measuring the worth of their bets. Bai Yi placed his items on one side, causing it to dip while Eugene's side remained high.
Bai Yi knew the stakes—his space rings contained vast wealth: countless gold-eating bugs, mechanical constructs, soul crystal cores, and precious metals worth billions. He had gambled nearly everything he had.
Eugene's face darkened as he realized the implications. After a tense moment, he regained his composure. "Very well, respected human gentleman, this aligns with the rules of the game."
With that, Eugene summoned a feather radiating dark energy, placing it on the scale. To his shock, it barely affected the balance.
Eugene's unease grew, but he continued to present items: soul crystal cores, black crystals, and a variety of resources. Yet, the scale barely budged.
Finally, he removed his jewelry and placed it on the scale, including a necklace adorned with a black angel. The balance finally evened out.
"Can we start the second round?" Eugene asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.
"Of course," Bai Yi replied, his smile unwavering.
"In this round," Eugene continued, "no choices or illusions are required."
He conjured a revolver, ornate and covered with patterns. Two chairs and a table appeared, with six bullets lying before them.
"The revolver of hell ignores fate and luck. You can choose one to three bullets. Whoever gets shot loses."
Bai Yi's smile widened. He understood this was Eugene's attempt to regain control. But luck alone wouldn't determine the outcome.
"I'll go first," Bai Yi said, casually taking a seat.
Eugene pushed the gun toward him, his eyes calculating. Bai Yi picked up the bullets, placing them next to the gun, then sealed the cylinder.
"Who goes first?" Eugene asked, his calm facade cracking.
"I'll shoot myself," Bai Yi said, pulling the trigger.
Click—nothing happened. He shot himself again. Click—still empty.
Eugene's expression shifted from calm to alarm. Bai Yi had just eliminated the possibility of hitting a bullet without consequence.
Eugene's legendary power surged, but he couldn't act against Bai Yi per the rules of their game. The despair he intended to inflict had reversed; now, it was he who felt cornered.
Bai Yi pointed the gun at Eugene. "Sorry, but I win this round."