Three Rules

Adam softly looked ahead and wryly smiled.

With his time with Bertha in the Eldertree Institute, she taught him ways of detecting poison, and one of them was smelling the air.

While the scent in the poison dart was very minimal, and an ordinary person wouldn't be able to smell it, Adam had been trained to pick up the slightest scent of poison.

Thus, if anyone dared to poison his drink, he would know.

'However, it is strange. The scent of the dart changed multiple times. This fucker is changing the dart, depending on my choice.

'In the end, winning this is impossible.

'However, since it is cheating so obviously, I don't mind cheating a little bit as well.'

"Come on, make your decision already." The creature hurried him.

"Alright." Adam pointed the blowgun at the creature. "I shoot you."

The creature chuckled and snapped its fingers—the dart turned black.