Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

I don’t know how many rounds of the game were played. The man held the pistol and repeated mechanical movements.

He no longer cared about how many bullets were left in the gun. After firing, he fired again at the hunter.

I have to say that his luck is still better than that of the hunter.

On the 100th game, the hunter's upper body was beaten to pieces, including his two arms.

The subsequent shooting can only be done by the man. He can also choose not to fire, but the price is that every three minutes of the game, the area where he was shot will become itchy and painful.

The bullet hit the hunter's body again, leaving only the part below the knee of his right leg. Although his left leg was better, it was also full of bullet holes.

After the shot, the man tried to put the gun to his head again, but found that the gun was missing.

"The sixth shot hit, you win."

The man raised his head blankly, the hunter's body returned to its original appearance, and the gun returned to his hand.

The man was still in a daze, and it took a few minutes for him to remember.

There were two bullets in this plate, the second and sixth shots, and he himself shot the first, third, and fifth shots, but none of them hit.

After not speaking for so long, the man felt that his language system had regressed.

He didn't stand up and opened his mouth. After a long time, he suppressed a sentence.

"So, I can leave?"

"Of course." The hunter replied, "Do you need me to give you a hand?"

"No...I mean, no need."

The man didn't feel happy about winning the game. He staggered towards the door like a puppet on strings.

In just a few steps, he walked awkwardly and almost deviated from the direction.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. Although less than three minutes had passed in real time, it felt like decades had passed.

There is one more step, he can cross this threshold and go home.

The man glanced back inexplicably. The hunter was standing in the center of the banquet hall. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, like a child preparing to play a prank.

His half-smiling expression made the man shudder. Would the hunter really let him go so easily?

The sudden panic overwhelmed the man, and his tense nerves finally broke. He waved his hands and feet like a madman and fled away desperately.

The sunshine outside still maintains a warm temperature, as if it has put a warm coat on the man.

However, the next second, the man noticed something was wrong.

The air around him seemed to be distorted, and he knew he could not see the shape of the air because it was transparent.

But he felt it, as if he were surrounded by ten million bullets made of air.

Those bullets penetrated his skin at the same time, but there was no sound at all.

The hunter walked out slowly and leisurely. Lying on the ground was a humanoid corpse with bleeding holes everywhere, but the forensic doctor would not find any physical bullets in the man's body.

Because those bullets do not belong to this time and space.

"It failed again. Fortunately, I think this person is pretty lucky. It's an experiment that is completely feasible in theory, so why can't it achieve the results I want? Alas..." the hunter lamented, "could it really be true? No one can defeat the power of time?"