Less than twenty seconds left.
The conundrum now rests upon the last two, Leonard Churchill, within the iron cage.
Upon seeing this, Leonard wore a hint of playful mischief. He may have thought of something.
On the other hand, Camilla wasn't as casual about it. Her eyes were shaking, revealing intense inner turmoil.
The harsh reality was laid bare before them - to kill their companions, to survive and escape.
Hesitant, a hand had reached out for the revolver.
Camilla, unsurprised, watched but didn't attempt to stop it. A heavy weight seemed to lift from her. She thought, "So, a choice has been made..."
If Camilla had wanted to seize the revolver, even if Leonard had acted first, she would definitely have been able to snatch it.
Since he had made up his mind, there was no need for her to struggle with what to do anymore.
Regardless of whether the first bullet has been loaded or not, she decided to use the special object to exit the Alternate Dimension the moment he pulled the trigger.
Even though she might miss the chance to acquire the Fallen Witch's Pituitary Gland forever.
But she never thought about killing an innocent person for her own benefit.
As for the Epic Source Card.
Although it was fatally tempting to others, it wasn't attractive to her.
Moreover, that guy across from her had saved her before.
When she encountered the Sorcery Gambler, the monster was initially targeting her, yet he bravely stepped in.
Although she had the means to escape, she still owed him a favor.
Now, since he chose to grab the gun first, he must have been thinking about killing her.
It is as if they are square now.
Indeed, when faced with a life-and-death decision, even the most rational person would choose to save themselves.
Having understood this, Camilla no longer felt conflicted.
She thought back on their journey and could only sigh: what a pity.
No one knew that in just these few seconds, Camilla's heart has undergone a long and complex psychological journey.
However, this unpredictable Alternate Dimension once again presented an unexpected situation.
The guy named Leonard who got the gun, rather than anxiously firing, even had the audacity to tease: "You hesitated."
Camilla didn't respond. At this moment, she looked at Leonard like a stranger who had done everything he could.
But as she looked, something felt off again.
His composed expression as always, left her with an inexplicable uneasy feeling.
There was no urgency or impatience of impending death, just the same equanimity that endured from the start.
Did he presume she wouldn't snatch the gun?
The grating sound of metal friction was painfully jarring as the iron spikes dropped significantly.
She still couldn't hold back and reminded him: "If you don't fire now, even if you want to survive, you might run out of time even if the bullets are at the back."
The rotation also takes time.
But Leonard remained unfazed, he even jokingly asked: "Aren't you afraid the first round would be a bullet?"
There was plenty of time left.
At this moment, Leonard was sure that his teammate must have a special way to leave the Alternate Dimension, so he pretended not to know and continued to jest.
He only had suspicions when they encountered the dog-headed creature, now he was hundred percent certain.
But the price must be high.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be so conflicted.
She'd rather bear the consequences herself than lash out.
Looking at his teammate, Leonard chuckled genuinely.
Mirroring that mechanical clown for a moment, their smiles overlapped.
This was a test of humanity.
Just like the previous Mirror House, the dark and twisted side of humanity was laid bare under the sun.
There was darkness in mankind, but also light.
What a rarity indeed.
The iron spikes were now a foot away from their heads, closing in with less than ten seconds left.
The sense of impending death weighed heavily, like a massive boulder pressing upon their hearts, making their breaths grow heavier.
The Fourth master of Miller Family, watching, knit his brows.
Now that the exit was visible, he was out of danger.
Initially, he had wanted to observe and see if there were any other keys to clearing this level.
Unexpectedly, however, the other two had started chatting?
Were they planning on dying together?
His intuition told him that these two must have some extraordinary capabilities to have gotten this far and remain so calm.
Or maybe they had discovered some crucial clues.
Time waits for no man.
The situation no longer allowed him to linger.
If he continued to stay, his life would also be at stake.
After waiting for a few more moments and still not seeing the others fire, the Fourth Master's gaze hardened. Unable to bear the ever-tightening noose of death, he hesitated for a moment, then stepped towards the Twisted Light Gate and disappeared instantly.
Not only had the Fourth Master lost his patience, but Camilla's usually cold eyes were also filled with confusion and impatience.
She did not want her compromise to be in vain.
Has this guy gone mad again?
However, at this moment, Leonard Churchill suddenly made a move.
Unknown to others, even in such a dangerous situation, Leonard was clearly counting down the time in his mind.
After seeing the troublesome third party leave, he finally dropped his amused expression, immediately raising his gun.
Unexpectedly, he did not point it at the girl in front of him but towards his own chin.
This scene left Camilla dumbstruck!
She had assumed he couldn't resist opening fire and was about to leave immediately, but who would've thought he would aim the gun at his own chin?
Before she could piece things together, she heard the sound of "tick", "tick", "tick", "tick", "tick", five clicking noises in succession.
Leonard had fired five rounds!
Five rounds without bullets!
"How is this possible!"
Camilla's first reaction was that he was incredibly lucky - all five shots were blanks.
But then she thought - wait a minute! Isn't it against the rules for one person to fire more than once? How had he fired five times?
The rapid changes had come so abruptly that she felt her thoughts were in complete disarray.
Before she had a chance to think it through, the guy across had pulled the trigger for the sixth time!
Once again, the gun was aimed at himself!
Was he trying to commit suicide?
No wonder he was so calm before; if you want to shoot yourself six times, it indeed wouldn't take long!
Camilla wore a shocked expression that she had never shown before throughout their journey.
It felt as if a hammer had struck her brain; her thoughts were completely muddled. She stared rigidly at the scene in front of her.
A familiar explosion echoed for the second time.
Flames burst out from the barrel of the gun.
The only bullet came out!
At that moment, it seemed as though time had slowed to one hundredths of its speed. In Camilla's eyes, a myriad of bright colors exploded.
Instead of a brain scattering scene, the final bullet exploded into a cloud of color powder across Leonard's face, painting him with a clown-like, ludicrous expression.
In that instant, the player, who had been mocking the rules of the game, was grinning from ear to ear, seemingly deriving some form of sublime pleasure.
Camilla was stunned for a moment before realization dawned upon her, "Paintball?"
Soon after, she understood that this guy had figured out the rules of the game which she had failed to comprehend.
They had cleared the stage!