"Next is a four-minute public speaking ti, followed by a one-minute private speaking ti.
"—So, the ga begins!"
After Eck Shattered’s voice trailed off.
The iron ring at Goose Delight’s own wrist was imdiately unlocked.
But Goose Delight didn’t start speaking right away; instead, he remained silent.
He decided to first watch the others speak to avoid saying sothing wrong and exposing his status as a newcor. At the sa ti, he could think over the current situation a bit.
As a result, he saw the rune marked with the number "1" on The Machine in front of him suddenly light up, and a voice, obviously modified, rang out beside him:
"I’m number one, a commoner, pass."
Huh?
Goose Delight was montarily startled.
Why would anyone claim to be a commoner?
Commoners, not only lacking skills but also disadvantaged in the fight against the Wizards, could easily be killed. Even if one was a commoner, they should nevertheless pretend to be so other identity to stay alive...
But then, number two spoke up: "Number two, a commoner, pass."
Why are their statents so short, one after the other?
Goose Delight was sowhat taken aback.
This isn’t the sa as the Werewolf ga he had played before, is it?
He wasn’t inexperienced with Werewolf; he even participated in a season of a Werewolf show organized by a platform. However, exactly because of that, he was sowhat baffled by the situation at hand.
But there was no ti left—
Although it was a public speech, the rule here seed to be to speak in order... Goose Delight, as number three, would have to speak soon.
"Ahem, number three, a commoner...pass."
Despite being confused, Goose Delight’s intelligence wasn’t an issue.
After that, from number four to number six, all claid to be commoners as well.
There are already six commoners, damn it!
Sothing must be wrong!
There was definitely so elent he had overlooked.
Or perhaps his preconceived notions led him to misjudge sothing...
Goose Delight, still hesitant, decided to turn on the chatroom.
When it got to number seven, a different voice finally erged:
"Number seven, my role is the Saboteur Wizard, and I won’t kill tonight."
"Number eight, um... I’m the Prophet, and tonight I will verify number seven."
The Prophet...isn’t that the Prophet Wizard?
Goose Delight realized that this was probably a signal from one of his teammates.
They had been three players to enter together, which was the players’ greatest advantage—it was practically teaming up illegally. Therefore, they had to find a way to connect with their teammates... It would make both the voting and the killing stages much more convenient.
Right after, he heard another voice:
"Number nine, I am the real Prophet Wizard. Number eight, it’s not too late to say you’re a commoner now. Otherwise, tonight I will definitely verify number eight’s identity. If I die, vote for number eight tomorrow."
"I’m number ten, the Decree Wizard. I’ll be on defense tonight, not using any abilities."
"Number eleven, Decree. Tonight I’m defending as well."
...Why did the pace suddenly pick up?
After six commoners in a row, suddenly two Prophets and two Decrees appear...
By the way, where’s the other player?
Just then, number twelve spoke: "Number twelve, I’m a commoner. I’m a newcor and don’t know anything. Can soone teach in a private chat?"
This must be the third player.
Number Eight and Number Twelve.
I just don’t know which one is Defu and which one is Andersen...
But hearing so much defense, Gourt Goose vaguely realized sothing.
Number Seven, "How many newcors are there? Just Number Twelve?"
Number One, "No, at least one newcor is among Number Eight and Number Nine. I’m inclined to believe it’s Number Eight. Tonight, the Soul Reaping Wizard can take control of Number Eight to prevent him from acting recklessly."
Hearing this, Annan had already understood.
This ga probably wasn’t played the sa way as Werewolf...
—This ga wasn’t about killing for sport at all.
He looked at Gourt Goose with so concern.
It seed from the barrage of comnts that other players hadn’t noticed and were still thinking in the mindset of playing Werewolf...
Should I give them a hint now?
Gourt Goose was also thinking hard.
At a glance, this ga seed to give the killers an advantage since they could trust each other.
If they entered four players full and managed to kill four people on the first night, all of whom were wizards, they would have already won—since it’s impossible to vote out four people in just three voting rounds.
However, the problem lies in the fact that, considering one third of the field are civilians, it’s impossible for all of them to be wizards.
Take Gourt Goose’s round, for example, where he was a civilian.
Civilians theoretically could kill wizards, but the odds were incredibly slim.
...So those people dressed in civilian clothes must be doing so to defend, to take the hits for the real civilians.
In other words, their default condition for victory was an innocent win—that is, if everyone just hung on, in the end, all would win, jubilantly.
Should they adopt this strategy as well?
Gourt Goose was sowhat tempted.
But he quickly dismissed the idea with rationality.
The reason was simple.
After all, they were a trio, not a quartet. He was a civilian; Number Eight was most likely not the Prophet... If among Number Eight and Twelve there were a civilian, then their duo of civilians would be completely defenseless against killers.
Numbers One and Two might be wizards in civilian clothes, but Gourt Goose was truly a civilian. If there was a team of more than three, his chances of dying in the first round were high.
And even if no one died the first night... given that three people were almost certain to be ejected, everyone would have to use their skills to prove their identities the second night. It was very likely that soone would die that night.
Therefore, it was necessary to spill blood first to switch sides.
Even if the NPCs won, they could still ride on their coattails to victory...
—And there was the last choice.
As one of the "Civilians Six in a Row," Gourt Goose’s probability of dying was actually not that high.
If he was lucky enough to survive until the third day, he could totally kill a fellow teammate to et the person count. It didn’t even have to be Gourt Goose; it could be Number Eight or Twelve.
In that case, killing people was actually the best option for them.
Kill others in the first two days to reduce the number of speakers.
Even if they were on the defensive for the first two days, as long as one person successfully made a kill, they could arrange for that person to kill another teammate on the third day to achieve the victory condition. The other person could satisfy the "whole team wins" condition, whether by killing or dying.
As long as one person successfully killed two people and survived to the end, victory was assured.
Gourt Goose suddenly realized sothing.
—The core of this ga wasn’t about hiding identities!
Because he didn’t need to kill all the civilians or all the gods to win... so revealing the identity of a killer didn’t an a disadvantage.
The key was the "Roaring Fang"!
To cover for soone getting a double kill to win, they could even let him kill a teammate to get ahead! As long as a target with a double kill survived until the fourth night, then all who had killed would win.
The innocents didn’t need to find all the killers... they just had to prevent the killers from getting two kills in three rounds of action, or vote out the Roaring Fang during the fourth day to win!
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