-Ding-
The system ssage announced the murderer’s first move. Considering that kills could only happen every ten minutes, it was relatively early.
“They struck as soon as the cooldown ended... Who could it be?”
Even Ji Hye-min, the organizer and host of this collab, had no idea who the murderer was. After all, knowing the identity in advance would inevitably give it away.
It was a purely random assignnt—a necessary choice to preserve the imrsive tension of the content.
However, there was a potential risk: compared to the [Squirrel Crew], who had played this "Hide and Seek with the Murderer" content countless tis, the Fantasia mbers were less experienced. If one of them ended up as the murderer, their inexperience might result in a dull, anticlimactic ga.
That’s why several precautions had been put in place.
One of them was the inclusion of a role called the "Spy."
Spies assisted the murderer by sowing discord among the citizens or framing specific players as the murderer. If the spy and the murderer were the last ones standing, the spy would also win.
The role required more skill and strategy than that of a regular citizen or even the murderer. For this reason, Ji Hye-min had decided beforehand that she would take on the role of the spy herself.
-Ding-
"…At this rate, I probably won’t even need to help."
Barely ten minutes after the first kill, another system ssage announced yet another murder. Judging by the pace, Ji Hye-min figured she could stay back for now. If she intervened too soon, the citizens might get wiped out entirely without a fighting chance.
For now, she decided to focus on maintaining the balance of the ga to keep the experience thrilling.
That was when she spotted Diah wandering nearby.
“That’s not Ha-eun. That’s Diah. That’s not Ha-eun. That’s Diah…”
Ji Hye-min chanted silently to herself. Up until now, she’d always spoken formally to Ha-eun. But addressing Diah, who was role-playing as a one-year-old spirit, with honorifics felt a bit… odd.
“Hey, Diah~. Have you found anything~?”
“…I haven’t found anything yet….”
“Huh? Why does your voice sound like that?”
“…I’m scared….”
Ji Hye-min adjusted her tone, treating Diah like a younger sibling for the sake of the broadcast atmosphere.
"She's too cute, seriously."
"Her voice is literally shaking."
"Baby Diah is scared of the big bad murderer!"
"A 1-year-old left at the rcy of a 30-sothing spy (not fake)."
"This could stir up so drama, lol."
Ji Hye-min ignored the increasingly chaotic chat. She trusted her moderators to handle the trolls swiftly.
Taking advantage of this encounter, she decided to ask Diah about her experience so far. Maybe she could offer so advice if Diah seed to be struggling.
Before Ji Hye-min could say anything, though—
“Um, boss…”
“Hm?”
“I found sothing earlier. It was in a chest, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t jump high enough to reach it….”
Diah made her request so innocently that Ji Hye-min imdiately felt compelled to help.
“Where is it?”
“Over there, on that brick rooftop….”
Seeing that Diah had no clues about the murderer, Ji Hye-min decided to retrieve the chest’s contents herself. It required a bit of skillful jumping, sothing Diah claid she struggled with.
Years of Minecraft streaming had made Ji Hye-min an expert at parkour. Helping a novice like Diah was a minor favor and hardly a ga-breaking advantage.
The challenge began. Ji Hye-min’s avatar leaped from one platform to the next, steadily approaching the chest. She was nearly there when—
-Thud.-
“?!”
She turned just in ti to see Diah’s avatar standing right behind her. Before she could react, Diah swung her fist, knocking Ji Hye-min off the platform.
Ji Hye-min’s avatar plumted to the ground, taking heavy fall damage.
As she landed, Diah calmly jumped down beside her. In one fluid motion, Diah pulled a small, sharp item from her inventory and muttered softly,
“Idiot.”
-Slash!-
Ji Hye-min’s avatar, weakened from the fall, died instantly.
-Ding-
“What the—?! What is this?!!!” Ji Hye-min shouted, her disbelief evident in her voice.
- Hahaha!
- OMG lolol!
- Totally baited!
- Imagine getting outplayed by a one-year-old spirit with 11 years of Minecraft streaming experience (no lies here).
- RIP Spy.
- I can hear her rage-shots from here, lol.
Ji Hye-min felt utterly dumbfounded. Was this what it ant for your brain to completely shut down in disbelief?
She had played "Hide and Seek with the Murderer" dozens of tis over the years. And yet, this was the first ti she’d ever died like this.
She was the Spy, for crying out loud—the master strategist ant to assist an inexperienced murderer.
And yet, she fell for the murderer’s "innocent act," got sucker-punched, and was summarily eliminated.
Not a single scenario Ji Hye-min had ever devised for this ga foresaw her dying such an absurd death.
"Did… I just get outplayed? ?"
She spent several long minutes in denial, trying to co to terms with her elimination. But no matter how she replayed the events, one truth remained unshakable: Diah had completely orchestrated her downfall.
If Ji Hye-min hadn’t been killed in a single hit, she probably could’ve escaped. With her godlike control skills, Diah would’ve stood no chance in a prolonged chase.
But that was exactly why Diah had eliminated any chance of escape.
It wasn’t just a coincidence—Diah, or rather Ha-eun, knew exactly how skilled Ji Hye-min was.
After all, Diah’s player wasn’t just any novice. She was D.A., a longti viewer who had been watching Ji Hye-min’s streams for 11 years. Of course, she would know just how formidable Ji Hye-min could be.
“...‘I can’t do parkour,’ she said... ‘I can’t reach the chest,’ she said….”
"Trust is overrated, honestly."
"Whose fault is it for believing the murderer?"
"But honestly, who would’ve guessed Diah was the murderer?!"
"That wasn’t beginner luck. She’s got skills. Damn."
Pretending to be a Minecraft noob and luring Ji Hye-min into a false sense of security wasn’t sothing just anyone could pull off.
By comparison, Ji Hye-min looked like the real fool for underestimating her.
Now that she was dead, all Ji Hye-min could do was watch the rest of the ga as a spectator.
"Let’s see how well you do now that you’ve betrayed , you little nace…"
"Oh no, Diah’s about to get canceled!"
"RIP Diah’s career. She’s holess now."
"Let’s all take a breath and enjoy the show, folks."
"You can practically hear Ji grinding her teeth from here."
Ten minutes later, Diah ran into another innocent citizen, Mile.
“I found this item called ‘The Murderer’s Diary,’” Mile said. “What about you, Diah? What’ve you got?”
“Well, I found sothing… but I’m not really sure what it is. Could you take a look at it for ?”
Diah handed over the Spy’s Token—a special item from Ji Hye-min’s inventory—to Mile. Curious, Mile started reading its description out loud.
“A token held by the traitor who betrays everyone to be the last one stand—”
-Slash!!
“Thanks for your final words…☆.”
Before Mile could even process what was happening, Diah stabbed her avatar and killed her on the spot.
Ji Hye-min, watching the scene unfold, could only sit there in stunned amazent. She had never seen anyone murder so… casually.
-Ding-
“Huh…? Wait, am I dead?!”
“Yeah, Mile. You’re dead.”
“Wait… why is the boss dead too?”
“…Things happened.”
By now, the previously eliminated Cream had joined the spectator group. Together, they watched Diah continue her string of unexpected murders, all while munching taphorical popcorn.
As ti passed, only four players remained: three citizens and Diah, the murderer.
By this point, the citizens had grown extrely paranoid, their guard up at all tis.
Diah, sensing the tension, paused her killing spree and pretended to help collect hints. She lingered near a player nad Sangchoo, waiting for the perfect mont to act.
“What’s she up to?” Ji Hye-min muttered, watching closely. “They only need two more clues to identify the murderer.”
“Yeah, she can’t possibly take on three at once with the cooldown,” Cream added.
“She’s got a plan. Let’s just see how this little devil plays it out.”
For a while, the ga grew quiet. No murders, no dramatic reveals. Then, just as one of the remaining citizens found a key clue—
“AHHHHH!! MOMMMY!!!”
“?! What happened?! What’s wrong?”
Suddenly, Diah let out a high-pitched scream and bolted toward Sangchoo, looking terrified. Coincidentally, another player, Gnyuk, arrived at the scene at the sa ti.
“S-Sir Cloud tried to kill !” Diah exclaid, pointing a trembling finger.
“Cloud? Seriously?! Where is he now?”
“I… I don’t know! I ran, and he disappeared!”
Her act worked like a charm. In a ga where paranoia ruled, all Diah had to do was sow a little more distrust.
Now, all three citizens—Diah included—set out to track down Cloud, believing him to be the murderer.
When they finally found him, the accusations flew imdiately.
“Give it up, Cloud. It’s over.”
“What?! Are you crazy?! I’m not the murderer!”
“Diah and Gnyuk have been searching for clues nonstop. You’re the only one whose whereabouts we couldn’t verify!”
Cloud, an innocent citizen, was frad and accused of being the murderous fiend who had taken countless lives.
Cloud, understandably frustrated, could barely keep it together.
-Thwack! Thwack!-
“Die, you monster!!”
“WHAT THE HELL, GNYUK?!”
The situation spiraled out of control. In a panic, Gnyuk attacked Cloud, trying to eliminate him. Cloud fought back, but it was too late. Both ended up dying—one from the attack and the other from the system’s penalty for killing an innocent.
The result? Two more citizens were dead, leaving only Diah and Sangchoo.
“Uh, Diah? Why did Gnyuk die just now?” Sangchoo asked, his voice trembling.
“…Do you really want to know?”
Sangchoo froze as a chilling smile spread across Diah’s face.
-BOOM!
A bolt of lightning shot down from the heavens, striking Gnyuk’s avatar and reducing it to ash.
This was the penalty for one citizen killing another.
“Uh…?”
In the blink of an eye, two innocent citizens were gone.
Sangchoo, the last remaining citizen, froze in disbelief. His mind struggled to process what had just happened.
Finally, he managed to ask the obvious question.
“D-Diah… why did Gnyuk die?”
“…Do you really want to know?”
A chill ran down Sangchoo’s spine.
“No… no, of course not…”
“…Your last words are kind of short, though☆.”
In less than a second, shing.
Diah’s avatar, which had been empty-handed until now, pulled out a sharp, deadly dagger.
Swick!
Ding!
No justice was served.
Only eerie silence and the stench of taphorical blood remained.
Diah had successfully eliminated every last citizen.
And as the final reckoning of the ga drew near—
Ding!
[Zurine has donated $100!]
ssage: “Type ‘Noob’ in chat for an extra $50!”
“…Fifty bucks? Hell yeah!”
Diah’s keyboard clattered as she typed her response.
: Noob.
The chat exploded, and the chaos spilled over into internet forums. Diah’s first official collab had co to an unforgettable close.
LIVE UPDATE: Diah types ‘Noob’ as the finale.
“Honestly, who would’ve suspected her? She played scared so well!”
ㄴ “Rember how she stamred the mont she heard ‘murderer’? No way anyone guessed.”
ㄴ “??? : ‘Have you all enjoyed yourselves?’”
“The final murder isn’t killing with your own hands; it’s making them kill each other.”
ㄴ “Oh God, Kurosaki Ichigo, not you again!”
ㄴ “We call this poetic justice now.”
ㄴ “No, no, it’s political strategy. Let’s keep it simple.”
ㄴ “What’s complicated about that?”
“Diah
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