The tattooed man actually had no choice.
Agree, 50% chance of survival; disagree, 100% chance of death.
Anyone would make this choice. When there is no hope, people can have great courage to drag others down with them.
But once there is hope, the decision to die becomes extremely difficult to make.
In fact, all Yutu needed to do was present this choice, and the tattooed man would have no option.
As for everything Yutu had set up earlier, it was just to avoid any potential missteps, to increase the tattooed man's illusion of hope, and to eliminate the last bit of courage for a shared death.
"I... agree!"
The tattooed man took the four balls from Yutu, placing two of them into his own bag and tightly gripping the remaining two in his hand.
The glasses man laughed loudly, his hands behind his head as he leaned back in his chair, even humming a tune.
He understood now: Yutu had five balls left. If he gave balls three and four to the tattooed man, the tattooed man would live; if he kept the balls for himself, the old man would survive.
Either way, he and Yutu were guaranteed to live.
The glasses man couldn't help but admire. This was a brilliant strategy. The rule of exchanging coins made the tattooed man believe he had no choice in the final swap.
And the tattooed man had no choice; between certain death and a possible survival, there was only one option.
As the glasses man hummed his tune, the other three also understood the situation and stared at the three remaining balls in Yutu's hand.
The old man was the most anxious; Yutu's choice would decide his and the tattooed man's fate.
The older woman, kneeling on the ground, hugged Yutu's leg.
"Give me those three! Look at me, I'm the same age as your mom! Think about your mom!"
The fashionable woman even took off her last piece of underwear, grabbing Yutu's hand:
"Give it to me! Give it to me! I'm yours, not just here, but even outside! Please, give it to me!"
They all knew that even if Yutu gave them the balls, there was still the final challenge with number six.
But at least they would have a chance!
Yutu shoved the fashionable woman away, kicked the older woman hugging his leg, and laughed loudly.
"Hehe, do you know? I don't have a mom! Hahahaha! And I hate women like you who are so promiscuous!"
The tattooed man finally realized something was wrong and screamed, "You lied to me! You lied to me!"
Then, the tattooed man immediately softened, pleading:
"Give Balls three or four! There's no benefit for you if I die!"
Yutu looked at the tattooed man and sneered:
"Hehe, remember? Earlier, you kicked me! Why did you kick me?"
The tattooed man seemed to recall something and immediately took off his pants, lying down on the table.
"I was wrong! Kick me to vent your anger! Kick me however you want! Just do it!"
Yutu looked at the tattooed man with no pants and the fashionable woman with no top, feeling an inexplicable sense of satisfaction!
Then, without hesitation, Yutu turned to glasses man number six and said,
"Six, I'll trade my three balls for zero of yours. Do you agree?"
The glasses man couldn't be bothered to look at anyone else. He laughed loudly and grabbed the balls from Yutu's hands: "I agree!"
Yutu gave one last glance at the three desperate people and shouted toward the ceiling:
"Ball exchange finished!"
"Ball exchange for number five is complete; number six begins exchange. Exchange time is ten minutes."
The fashionable woman and the older woman immediately rushed to the glasses man, begging him to save their lives.
They used the same lines they had used on Yutu earlier.
As for the tattooed man, he had no more chances left, lying hopelessly on the table without moving.
The glasses man was even more decisive than Yutu, not bothering to say a word to the fashionable woman or the older woman, not even looking at them. He turned to the ceiling and said,
"Ball exchange finished!"
A mechanical voice came from the ceiling: "Ball exchange complete! Final ball distribution: 3, 4, 0, 0, 2, 3; those holding 4 and 0 will die!"
Upon hearing the word "death," the tattooed man threw the glass ball at Yutu, letting out one final scream:
"I curse you..."
Before he could finish, the tattooed man's head exploded in an instant, red and white splattering all over the table.
Some of it even splashed onto Yutu's face.
Yutu reflexively dodged the glass ball thrown by the tattooed man, then stared blankly at the headless body of the tattooed man.
The tattooed man's death was something Yutu had orchestrated himself.
The impact of the tattooed man's head exploding was far more shocking than when the large man died!
The fashionable woman's and the older woman's heads exploded at the same time. Unlike Yutu, who was in a daze, the glasses man paid no mind to the blood on his legs, smiling at Yutu and giving him a thumbs-up.
The old man, leaning back in his chair, was gasping for breath, rubbing his chest with force.
"Newbie trial, game over!"
Yutu felt a flash of white light before everything—the iron shed, the table, the blackboard—disappeared, replaced by a screen resembling a game shop.
"Congratulations, you have successfully survived the game and earned 33 exchange coins."
"Congratulations, your performance has earned the gods' approval, and you have received the special god-level talent reward: God-given Time."