Chapter 44: Twenty

Chapter 44: Twenty



Hannibal's score was 1.

Donald's score was 2.

"Eh?" Donald looked surprised and asked, "Is it a tie? Who won?"

"Look." Ramon pointed at the marbles.

Crack-a crack appeared on one of the marbles. It was Hannibal's marble. Now, there were two cracked marbles at the center of the table.

"If it is a tie, the tiebreaker goes to the defender."

"Whew, haha!" Donald put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair with a satisfied grin.Yôur favorite stories at novelhall.com

"Tch." Hannibal clicked his tongue, but then a large grin appeared on his face.

His grin looked unnatural.

Smack-a large sound of slap sounded across the common room.

Hannibal's head snapped to the side with a red handprint on his cheek.

During the slap, he didn't stop grinning even for a moment, not even when some blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

"Hahahaha!" Hannibal laughed and snapped his head back to the front. "That stung, hahahah!"

"Hahaha!" Ramon joined in the laughter. "Cmon, I want to get hurt as well, kekeke!"

'The game of The Mad Marbles was extremely popular with mentally unstable people.' Adam thought to himself as he saw the two lunatics laughing and grinning.

'If I recall correctly, Necroman Guild, which they were part of in the previous life, were known for their dangerous and sadistic games, like this one.

'In the end, this wasn't enough for them, and they started playing another version of The Mad Marbles-it was called The Killer Marbles.

'In that version, if the marble gets destroyed, that player will actually die and get zeroed!

'I once heard that Hannibal from the Necroman Guild was the undefeated champion of The Killer Marbles. He was the first person to win five times in a row, but even his streak came to an end eventually, and he lost his sixth match.

'Like in their previous lives, they seem to get addicted to this game, which will end up being their downfall.'

"Let's continue; I can't wait!" Ramon shouted impatiently.

The four took their marbles, and then, after the count of three, they rolled them to the center of the table. They clashed at the center of the table and came to a slow stop.

Ramon's score was 14.

Hannibal's score was 6.

Donald's score was 8.

Adam's score was 20.

If he lost, the game would be equalized, but if he won, the attacker would be at breaking

point.

Unless the attacker had a free turn...

"I'll attack Ramon again." Adam said without hesitation and picked up his marble. 'This is the

only way. I'll need to level up the playing field.'

"Whew..." Donald and Hannibal sighed in relief.

This was extremely good news for them. They weren't in danger of getting pushed to the breaking point, and there was a chance that all four would be in the exact same position.

That would increase their winning chances again.

Ramon's face looked sour, as if he had eaten something bad. This was a very bad outcome for him. He was lucky to win the previous one, and the chances of winning yet another round were

slim.

'You want to play? Alright then!'

They exchanged powerful gazes, and then, at the exact same time, they rolled their marbles to the center of the table, where they clashed and made a loud clinking noise.

As soon as the marble stopped rolling, they showed numbers, and instantly, cheers filled the

table.

Ramon's score was 7.

Adam's score was 7.

"Damn it!" Ramon facepalmed with an ugly look. He would've needed 14 or above to win the

round.

"Whew..." Adam breathed out in relief and then smiled.

Donald and Hannibal cheered as this greatly increased their odds. Even though Hannibal was Ramon's friend, he also wanted to win. This was a good outcome for everyone else except

Ramon.

Crack, Smack!

After the crack, an invisible hand smacked Ramon across his face. However, his head didn't move even the slightest as he tanked all the impact and the pain.

"Whoah!" Ramon exclaimed and laughed heartily, already forgotten about his loss as the pain brought a strange amount of pleasure to him. "Alright then, it is currently a tie!"

The four exchanged looks.

The next round was going to be tricky.

No one really wanted to be the attacker this time.