Sous: I'm Not Afraid At All!

On top of the tower, the people who saw this scene could not help but laugh.

One shot, six bullets, and one of them would be empty. If you Sous didn't die, who would?

Wasn't this giving them a way out?

They had already thought it through. If Sous really died here, the Orcs Tribe would definitely come again in two days, even though they said that they would abide by the bet. At that time, without the help of a fool like Sous, none of them would be able to escape.

They had already earned quite a lot at Bandit Mountain, so it was time for them to split up. They could find a place where no one would know them, get married, have children, and start anew. Who knew?

Even if they didn't want to live that kind of life, they could still continue on to live this kind of life. This life, they would drink alcohol, have fun with women, and make them drunk to death. This was The Life.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

Inside the tower, everyone was standing. They all understood what was going to happen now. However, a fool had appeared and insisted on coming here to gamble with guns. He had shouted for five bullets.

Idiot, did you forget to bring your brain out?

On the other hand, the Orcs were all very nervous. They knew what a revolver was and what use it had. Especially after they found out, they watched what Sous was doing.

In the face of death, how could they not take responsibility?

Mercy did not speak. He held a large saber in his hand, as if he would kill anyone who violated the rules. In reality, how could anyone violate the rules?

In any case, it was Sous who fired the first shot. One shot, and he was dead for sure.

One in six chances of survival.

He just wanted to die early!

Compared to the Orcs Tribe's worry and anxiety, the other party was much more arrogant.

"Hahahaha…"

Everyone was smiling wildly like fools.

Sous looked up at the men who were smiling happily, then looked at Harold.

"I really hope that it will go as you wish!"

Although Harold did not say anything, she was secretly despising him.

At this point in time, you still dare to say such words. Are you really so sure that you won't die?

Many of them could see the tension in Sous' face. For a long time he refused to fire.

They smiled even more smugly.

"If you ask me, Lord Sous, are you afraid? If you are, then don't continue. Go home and drink milk!"

"That's right. A man should be brave and take responsibility for his actions. You said it yourself. You actually said that you wanted to do it."

"I think he's probably scared. He'll probably pee his pants later, and we'll have a good show."

"It can't be. How old is he already? Pee in his pants? Hahahaha."

In fact, Sous wasn't trying to give the impression that he was sure he wouldn't die. In fact, he was afraid he wouldn't. He was actually just as nervous as they said he was, but the nervousness was due to the fact that he was afraid he wouldn't die when the shots were fired.

Sous forced out a smile and said, "Then, as you wish. Watch carefully. I am going to shoot!"

The trigger was on his index finger, and Sous pressed it almost without hesitation…

Silence.

Sous' finger was still pressed against the trigger, but there was no gunshot.

No!

The smile faded from Sous' face.

Harold's sardonic smile was changing now. Her face was rich with expression.

The same went for the people behind her.

Especially the ones who'd laughed at Sous earlier for not daring to shoot.

At this moment, everyone fell silent.

It was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

This silence was strange and filled with the reversal of emotions.

Harold began to panic.

The people in the mountain village were even more so.

Shock was written all over his face. How was this possible?

They simultaneously had the same thoughts, the same question, and the same panic.

They didn't understand. Why didn't the gun sound?

They were filled with doubts.

Then they thought of another possibility. Could it be that Sous had used up that one-sixth chance of survival?

Impossible!

It was impossible!

That was a one in six chance of survival!

How could Sous survive!

They did not believe it. None of them did. How could anyone believe such a thing!

The silence at this moment caused the suppressed pressure at the Orcs Tribe to explode. This outburst was filled with joy.

It was filled with awe for Sous, and admiration for his ability to control things.

After a moment of silence, the outburst reverberated the sky and air.

The excitement that belonged solely to the beastmen exploded right at this moment.

The explosion of cheers made many of the beastmen's ears ring, but they didn't care. Even if their throats were a little hoarse and torn, they didn't care.

Why had Sous done all this?

Why would he gamble with his life?

Their lives weren't worth much. This was a message sent to them by the ones with power, brainwashed by them. They weren't worth much. Their lives weren't worth as much as the land. They were poor souls.

However, Sous was willing to bet his precious body on a tribe of Orcs like them.

Just as he had said on the mountain, he hoped that everyone could come and walk together.

When they'd arrived, they'd thought Sous had said nothing but bullshit. They'd been touched, yes, but Sous hadn't done anything practical.

But now, Sous had not only done it, he had done it perfectly.

Everyone was on edge for him. Things were different now. They'd won. Sous wasn't the only one who'd won.

All of them did!

In contrast to their joy, Sous looked just as shocked as Harold. How could that be?

It was a one-sixth survival rate and he got it?

Damn it! I can't even die like this?

Why!

I was so close to death!

Sous was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He was truly about to go mad. It was completely different from the joy of the beastmen. It was as if he was in the same ship as the bandits. Their expressions were extremely ugly.

It really was!

Sous asked himself in his head, which part went wrong?

No, he hadn't tampered with it at all. Could there be something wrong with the bullet?

Sous was indignant and resentful, but it was obviously impossible for him to open it up at this moment because they were in the process of making a bet.

Sous had pressed the trigger. Harold saw it too. But there was no sound. What did no sounds mean?

It meant Harold was next. It meant she was going to be the next one to fire. And the only means to escape had been used up by Sous. Which meant all five shots remaining were bullets.

Harold was shocked!

There was no one else who had such luck. She didn't think that Sous was faking it. She thought that she was the one who was in control and that Sous would be the one firing.