The second ga is a Mafia ga.
However, the mafia must actually kill people, and those with special abilities can actually use their powers.
And as a special rule, even if all the mafia are killed, citizens who are already dead at that point cannot be revived.
Naturally, in the opposite case, only surviving mafia mbers are counted as survivors.
In other words, only those alive at the mont of victory count as survivors.
And even if the mafia achieves their victory conditions, citizens who are alive at that point are counted as survivors.
The mont he heard these rules, Lee Yujin thought.
‘It depends on how many mafia mbers there are.’
Depending on the number of mafia mbers, the direction of the ga would vary significantly.
If there are many mafia mbers, more citizens will survive when the mafia achieves their victory conditions.
In other words.
‘People will side with the mafia.’
There’s a higher chance that people will help the mafia win by siding with them.
Fundantally, the mafia ga favors the mafia.
Especially with more people, it becos even more advantageous for the mafia.
That’s why in mafia gas, naturally, the number of mafia mbers is small, and the number of people they can kill at once is limited.
Of course, even so, if 50 people are playing mafia, naturally the number of mafia mbers increases.
When they work together to fra people or give false testimony, the mafia’s advantage increases accordingly.
[ I’ll tell you who the mafia are before the ga starts. By the way, there are 5 mafia mbers in total. ]
5 mbers!
Hearing that, Lee Yujin felt sowhat relieved.
‘The number of mafia is small. 5 out of 50 is actually quite few.’
This ans fewer people will try to survive by siding with the mafia.
Rather, expressing support for the mafia could lead to being voted to death.
[ Don’t worry about the numbers being too small. Instead, all 5 mafia mbers can each kill one person per day. ]
“What?”
“So, does that an five citizens die?”
This was a bit of a variable, but thinking about it, it made sense.
The ga would progress much faster than having mafia mbers vote to kill one person at a ti, and without this rule, having just 5 mbers wouldn’t make sense.
Of course, this also ant that mafia mbers could act independently without cooperating.
It ant they could choose whether to kill or not.
‘Up to 5 people can die per day, but it’s not guaranteed that 5 will die every day.’
It seed more complicated than expected.
There are only 5 mafia mbers, but if we don’t catch them quickly, the ga could end in an instant.
‘As long as I don’t die first….’
Lee Yujin was thinking this when he suddenly realized he had been automatically assuming he would be a citizen.
He could be mafia too.
‘Co to think of it, everyone seems to think that way.’
From the murmuring conversations he could hear, no one seed to think they would beco mafia.
Thinking about it, being chosen as one of 5 out of 50, especially when it involved killing people, wasn’t an easy thing.
‘Just in case. I should think about what to do if I beco mafia.’
In the first round, he had killed soone while being cornered, but this ti was different.
Could he really kill soone purely by his own choice and actions?
If he could kill, how should he kill and how many should he kill to survive?
Lee Yujin fell into deep contemplation.
In my view, if Yujin is truly the protagonist of this ga, he’s 100% going to be a regular citizen.
Because that’s what I would have done if I were a movie or manga writer.
In these survival ga-type stories, the protagonist should strictly remain an observer at first, then step up to resolve things at crucial monts.
So giving them special abilities is out of the question, and making them mafia doesn’t make any sense to begin with.
[ ….. ]
Ah, but wouldn’t it be a bit too obvious if it really turns out that way?
It ans I’ve unconsciously created this story’s protagonist.
Then naturally, the final survivor of this survival ga would be the protagonist.
Oh damn…
That would be boring.
But deliberately removing Yujin from the protagonist route would be ridiculous too….
Ah, this is difficult.
Even as an omnipotent god, I can’t perfectly control my unconscious mind!
[ Well then, let’s begin round 2. I’ll inform the mafia and those with special abilities before they enter. ]
Ah, finally the second round of the mafia ga is starting.
Wonder how it will turn out.
Will Yujin survive this ti too?
I watch with a pounding heart.
[ …Wait, but if I’m watching like this, won’t I get spoiled about who all the mafia are? ]
Hmm….
Ah, whatever.
It’s not like I’m a participant in the mafia ga anyway.
There’s a certain fun in watching while knowing who the culprits are.
Let’s see who the mafia are….
Well well, as expected, Yujin is neither mafia nor soone with special abilities.
Just a pure citizen.
I had a feeling it would be like this.
Did I unconsciously make Yujin into a protagonist character?
Or is thinking this way itself the problem?
Originally, everything an omnipotent god thinks is supposed to co true, right?
Yes, he’s becoming the protagonist because I think of him as the protagonist!
He’s not the protagonist… he’s not the protagonist….
‘What’s this? I feel strangely queasy.’
Yujin tilted his head at the sudden wave of nausea, but decided to ignore it, thinking it was just nervousness before entering round 2.
[ You are an ordinary citizen. ]
The suited man’s ssage arrived in his mind.
Round 2, Mafia Ga.
Yujin’s role was that of a regular citizen with nothing but one voting right.
There were 5 mafia mbers.
The number and identity of those with special abilities remained undisclosed.
It seed they deliberately gave a slight advantage to the outnumbered mafia.
Whoosh─
And with that, all 50 people were instantly transported to what appeared to be a mansion.
And there, instead of the suited man who had been with them until now,
Stood a young woman wearing a white dress.
[ There are 50 rooms in total. Each has your na written on it. During the night, only the mafia can leave their rooms. ]
Of course, this woman was no ordinary person.
She was a being of the sa divine status as the suited man – this was imdiately apparent from her ntal communication and the resulting headache.
[ The mafia can identify each other by their red auras. We’ll talk more during the night. Now then… ga start. ]
Unlike the suited man, the woman in white dress delivered only the rules in a monotone manner, then vanished right after announcing the start of the ga.
[ Day ]
In the center of the mansion hung a massive display board showing whether it was day or night.
There was nothing else.
Just the mansion’s central plaza, feeling incredibly vast and spacious despite the 50 people scattered about.
“Um… what should we do?”
“Well, I’m not sure either…”
People looked around nervously, unable to get their bearings after the sudden start.
No, it wasn’t that they couldn’t get their bearings.
They were all simply afraid to take the initiative.
In this situation, speaking up first could give others sothing to latch onto and get you branded as mafia – there would be no coming back from that.
Perhaps that’s why everyone seed cautious even about where they looked.
If they were caught making eye contact while looking around, it might raise suspicions that they were mafia mbers acknowledging each other.
“Instead of standing around like this, why don’t we all introduce ourselves? Working together is our best chance at catching the mafia.”
At that mont, a middle-aged man stepped forward.
Blonde hair and blue eyes.
And a tall, striking figure.
He had the typical physical characteristics one might associate with Westerners.
While everyone else was just reading the room, he stepped forward, intending to take charge of the situation.
‘Speaking up first might get branded as mafia, but if I can properly win over the crowd, I won’t die by vote.’
Becoming the people’s leader.
It was one of the survival strategies in the Mafia Ga.
Of course, there was the risk of being targeted first by the mafia, but with special ability users on the citizens’ side, that risk was significantly reduced.
‘At the very least, there must be a doctor-type ability user.’
Anyone familiar with Mafia Gas would naturally consider this possibility.
That’s why the man stepped forward first.
Trusting that there would be special ability users to protect him.
“My na is Jas Tero. I’m from Arica. It seems none of us have had a proper chance to talk since arriving here… Why don’t we chat until nightfall?”
“……”
“……”
Indeed, as he said, no one had really had a proper conversation since arriving here.
They’d been too caught up in all this talk about gods and getting swept up in the ga.
“I, I’m…”
“My na is…”
And so, with Jas Tero at the center, people began to speak up one by one, and the atmosphere seed to lighten sowhat.
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