"...Games? Is this a joke?"
Fang Raon asked with a frown.
"Why would it be a joke? We’re inside the biggest game in the world. Everything in this world is a game. Didn’t you know that?"
Randell asked with a smirk.
"And if I lose?"
Fang Raon asked.
"...I like your recklessness, so you’ll just give us everything you owe, but you can leave with your life intact."
Randell said.
"Sure, let’s do it."
Fang Raon said with a cold gaze.
It made every player laugh as they realized he wasn’t reckless. He was a madman.
It was crazy to put his life on the line in games that Randell designed to make him lose, especially for weapons such as the Refined Sword and Steel Shield.
Steel Shield was a "noob" weapon, as High Rankers call it, and Fang Raon could buy that in any weapon store, no problem.
After getting the 10,000 Square Coins from the raid, he could afford it.
And even the Refined Sword wasn’t all that valuable. It was most likely only 6,000 Square Coins in value.
Nobody in their right mind would risk their lives for something like this!
They didn’t realize that Fang Raon wasn’t only risking the life of his virtual avatar but possibly even his sight.
"Haah... Haah..."
Fang Raon breathed heavily, every sense on high alert, and his heartbeat quickened like a racing horse.
"...First game."
Randell went through his pockets, took out a coin, hid it inside his fist, and put both hands behind his back.
"You need to guess which hand has the coin."
Randell said with a smile and kept switching the hand that had the coin.
"Right hand."
Fang Raon said.
"...Are you sure? You didn’t spend a single second thinking about it. You need to think more carefully."
Randell said with a frown.
"I have my decision. It is the right."
Fang Raon said.
"..."
Randell shrugged his shoulders, moved his hands behind his back, and was about to reveal it, but then Fang Raon raised his arm.
"It’s left now."
He said.
"...What?"
Randell asked with a frown, and other players also looked confused.
"...He is feeling hesitant about his first choice?"
"...He is a complete fool, haha!"
"...Does he not realize that Boss Randell is just playing mind games with him? His first guess could’ve been correct!"
Fang Raon and Randell looked each other in the eye, and once again, the big-bellied man was about to show his hands.
"Now it’s right."
He said.
"What the hell are you doing? Stop changing your guess. This is your last warning!"
Randell shouted with anger.
"If I don’t change my guess, I will lose the game, though."
Fang Raon said innocently.
"...What do you mean?"
Randell asked.
"Whenever I give my guess, you change which hand has the coin. At first, it was in your right hand, but then you moved it to your left, and thus, I had to change my guess!"
Fang Raon said.
The players exclaimed and thought that it would be something that Randell would do, as he liked "cheating" in his own games.
"...No, I wasn’t."
Randell said with furrowed brows.
"You were, and do you want to know how I know that? Your shoulders move as if you are moving your hands closer behind your back before pulling them out in front.
"The only reason why you want to move your hands closer is for you to put the coin from one hand to another without accidentally dropping the coin.
"No offense, but you are a big guy, Randell, and thus, it is pretty obvious that it is hard for you to reach your hands close to each other behind your back.
"It forces you to make more exaggerated motions with your shoulders and arms, which makes it so that you cannot hide your actions from me."
Fang Raon said.
Randell stayed quiet, and he put his hands behind his back once more and switched the coin between his hands.
"...One last guess."
He said with a serious look on his fatty face.
"It’s the left hand."
Fang Raon said.
In that moment, Randell pulled his hands in front and opened his fists. The small coin was in the left hand.
"Haha, you win the first match. Let me guess, you were able to tell which hand I hid the coin in by the way my body moved?"
Randell asked with a closed-eyes smile.
It made him honestly look very creepy and untrustworthy.
"...Yes."
Fang Raon said.
"Hmm..."
Randell squinted his eyes, and then he clapped his hands and, with a smile, said.
"It is time for the second game, and honestly, it is not really a game, but then again, it’s somewhat of a game.
"Can you tell me the first fifteen numbers of pi?"
The players jeered and laughed at the impossible game. It wasn’t something that just everybody knew.
"3.14628577646749."
Fang Raon said.
It silenced the whole warehouse, and the players looked at each other in shock, and Randell’s eyes were round in shock.
"Did he say it correctly?"
Randell looked at the thief and the other players, but they all shrugged their shoulders, as they didn’t know.
"...He said it with such confidence that it must be correct."
"...That’s pretty insane. How can someone remember a code that long?"
Randell cleared his throat to quiet down the whispering players, and then he said with a sigh.
"You win the second game as well."
Fang Raon sat with his arms crossed, but he almost burst out in laughter, as this was honestly really funny to him
’I only knew 3.14 of pi, and for the rest of the numbers I just said some random ones. I expected that Randell wouldn’t know either.
’Neither does anyone else because honestly... they don’t all seem too bright... Fake it till you make it, and only because I showed confidence with my answer, they believed me.’
Fang Raon thought.
"And now for the last game... I want you to guess my class pathway. Warrior, Tank, Ranger, Assassin, Mage, or Helper, which one am I?"
Randell asked with a cold smile on his face.