Owen Grant whispered beside Ethan Clark, “He doesn’t have a head, he can’t see the ball, how can he play with you? Aren’t you guaranteed to win?”

Ethan Clark remained silent, feeling that things weren’t so simple.

Sure enough, the ghost infant giggled, “Brother, we’re playing blind snooker, you should also experience what it’s like for me to play billiards.”

The voice came from all directions, sharp and chilling.

Ethan Clark’s eyes had already adapted to the darkness and could vaguely make out some shapes, but as soon as the ghost infant finished speaking, he was completely blinded.

The app refreshed, this time with a considerate artificial voice—

[Blind Snooker Game Rules: Three chances. The ghost infant will place the billiard ball anywhere on the table. Actor Ethan Clark will be temporarily blinded and must calculate the angle, force, and trajectory to pocket the ball into the pocket specified by the ghost infant. Sinking two balls means victory. Note: you can hit the cushion no more than twice.]

“Damn, blind!” Owen Grant cursed out loud as soon as he heard the game rules. “What the hell! We might as well just run for it!”

With Owen Grant’s furious outburst, the ghost infant’s pale little hand instantly grew long, thin nails, as if the moment they chose to give up the game, it would immediately pounce and kill them.

[Looks like this ghost infant is really full of resentment, never planned to let them go, just toying with them]

[No wonder, with such a tragic death, how could the resentment be shallow]

[They’re doomed now, both are newbies, no protective items, no points to buy talismans in the app store…]

[Blind snooker, tsk tsk, I can’t even guarantee a shot with my eyes open]

[Let alone pocketing the ball, I’m not even sure I can hit the cue ball with the cue]

[You can feel the position of the ball and the pocket by hand, and rely on perception and judgment]

“Have you decided?” The ghost infant’s voice had turned completely cold and sinister.

The atmosphere instantly became tense and dangerous.

“Mr. Clark…” Owen Grant was sweating profusely, ready to run at any moment.

But Ethan Clark smiled playfully, looking at Owen Grant: “Don’t worry.”

“Brother.” Ethan Clark thought to himself.

A few seconds later, Logan Clark let out a low, soft laugh: “Come on, I’ll play with him.”

Owen Grant’s eyes widened, completely unable to believe that Ethan Clark actually agreed.

The ghost infant giggled happily, the sound sending chills down everyone’s spine.

He stood on a chair, seeming a bit overconfident, not believing anyone could pocket the ball by sense alone while blind. So for the first shot, he placed the ball right in the center of the table, choosing the easiest pocket.

The sudden blindness didn’t cause Logan Clark any psychological pressure. He casually picked up a cue, began feeling for the ball and the pocket, and after confirming, bent low, and with a skillful, light motion, struck the ball without a hint of hesitation.

With a “thud,” the target ball was hit as intended, followed by the slow, nerve-wracking sound of it rolling across the table.

Owen Grant’s heart was in his throat.

After one cushion, the target ball rolled even slower, as if it might stop at any moment and fail at the last step.

Owen Grant couldn’t see the ball’s path, but the audience outside the horror movie held their breath, watching the ball inch closer and closer to the designated pocket, finally rolling in with a soft rumble, not off by a hair.

[Holy crap! He made it!]

[Damn, I’m blind now]

Owen Grant was completely stunned, and when he realized what happened, he was so excited he wanted to jump.

The temperature around them plummeted, and the ghost infant’s resentment rose to a new level, as if Logan Clark’s success had completely enraged him.

“Don’t celebrate too soon,” the ghost infant said.

Logan Clark raised his eyebrows, a hint of laziness in his eyes, as if he didn’t care at all.

In the second round, the ghost infant learned from last time, choosing an extremely remote spot to place the ball, and triple-checked that the pocket was well hidden, requiring a very tricky angle to sink the ball, before he was satisfied.

Logan Clark shrugged, and just like the last round, took his shot without suspense.

Just as the ball was about to go in without a hitch, the ghost infant standing across the table suddenly stretched out his long nails and lightly flicked the ball.

The ball obediently rolled away from the pocket, and the ghost infant giggled.

[He’s cheating!!]

[Trusting a ghost to play fair, how naive]

[It’s fine, a loss is a loss, isn’t it best two out of three? There’s still one more chance]

Logan Clark had exceptional hearing and caught the faint sound of the ghost infant’s nails scraping the ball’s surface. He curled his lips slightly, and just as the ball was about to hit the cushion for the third time and be ruled a failure, he suddenly lifted his foot and kicked the billiard table with a loud “bang.”

The spot where the table was kicked suddenly rose, and the target ball slid down the lower end, following its original trajectory… and dropped right into the pocket specified by the ghost infant.

Two wins, game perfectly finished.

[No way, this can’t be real]

[He didn’t break the rules, cough cough, the rules only said no more than two cushion hits, didn’t say you can’t kick the table]

[My god, you can play like this? I’m floored, what kind of accuracy is this]

[Awesome, this is the first time I’ve seen someone toy with a ghost]

[So… this means he won, right?]

[Feeling complicated, I’m following now. I have a feeling this newbie will climb high, definitely worth investing in]

……

When Ethan Clark regained control of his body, the app notification sounded at just the right moment—