"..."
Lynn slowly picked up the revolver, imitating the puppet's posture, and pressed it against his own temple.
The puppet laughed full of mockery, "I didn't expect that the cunning and intelligence of 'Deceit' would not be reflected in you at all. What a waste."
Lynn frowned involuntarily and glanced at the puppet.
Seeing this, the puppet laughed even more wildly, "I have loaded two bullets, so there are two possible arrangements: consecutive or separate."
"If they are placed consecutively, and with the shot I just fired, by using enumeration, the probability of your death is one in four."
"And if they are placed separately, by the same reasoning, the probability of your death is two in four."
"But if you choose to spin the cylinder before firing, then the probability of your death would drop to two in six... Haha, to think that, as a believer in 'Deceit,' a Transcendent, you can't even calculate such a simple math problem?"
The puppet made a mocking face.