Several people wanted to ask the Mayor so questions, but his figure had completely disappeared.
"Can we try to leave... No." Just as Eni tried to stand up, he was restrained by a system prompt "Dayti voting session·One must not leave their seat at will", forcing him to sit back down.
A long red candle began to burn on the red table, representing a thirty-minute countdown. Once the candle burned out, everyone would have to start voting.
"What do we do now?" Andre rubbed his smooth forehead. "Does anyone have any thoughts? Weren’t we told that there are four villagers with unique abilities? Speak up!"
"Regarding what Edward just ntioned, about why no one died last night," Mizushima Kawa Sora said. "Either, the witch used a potion to save the person who was supposed to die, or the guard got lucky and randomly chose a number, guarding the person who was about to be killed."
"Then, who died on the first night?" Noel asked.
"That’s a question for the clerics." Mizushima Kawa Sora answered.
The twelve players looked at each other, and at this mont, no one stepped forward to lead the team.
"First off, I think the most important cleric should be the Prophet, right?" Iris spoke, seemingly suppressing the charm in her voice to prevent others from being too distracted. "The Prophet can directly determine if soone is good or bad each night, so it’s better to make the final decision when it’s crucial. Otherwise, if you co out too soon, you’ll just die at night."
"Right, the guard doesn’t know who dies each night. It’s more likely that the witch, who does know, used a potion. Now, if she cos out, she can only survive for one more night at most. It’s better if the Prophet doesn’t reveal themselves," Noel also suggested.
"...Then, why not have the witch who used the potion co out and lead? Let her tell us who died on the first day; that person must be a good one," Adolf said.
The players quickly got into the groove, all being highly adaptable individuals.
The live chat continued to scroll:
[Whoa, how did they start discussing all of a sudden? I’m still trying to understand the rules...]
[Aren’t the rules simple? The good guys find the werewolves, and the werewolves disguise themselves and kill one each night until all the good guys are gone. During the day, they stir up confusion to push away innocent good folks. Then there are four out of eight good people with special abilities.]
[But this first day we really don’t know anything... I feel like good people are likely to get pushed out.]
[Can’t really tell by looks either, these big shots are all crafty.]
[The saddest part is other live streams can see their chosen strear’s nightti actions, at least knowing the identity of the strears they chose... Ming’an brother switched the live stream perspective just like that, now we’re totally in the dark, not even knowing what identity Ming’an brother has...]
[At least we know Lv Shu brother is the witch.]
[Obviously, Su Ming’an must be a good guy! He died on the first night!]
[Not necessarily... really not necessarily... he could be strategizing, what if it was a self-attack...]
[...]
"I think what you guys are saying makes sense, but now I have no choice but to stand out," Edward suddenly spoke, a confident smile on his face. "Because, every player’s life is precious, and it would be too cruel to push soone out based on just a feeling."
"What are you trying to say?"
"I am—the [Prophet]," Edward’s voice was deep and his gaze extrely serious. "When I got this identity, I knew I had to try my hardest to find all the werewolves and lead you all to victory."
As soon as he said this, all the players were taken aback, and then, several gazes shot towards him at once.
"Who did you check last night? Spit it out!" Andre was instantly convinced, clenching his fist. "You’re standing out because you found a werewolf, right? Hurry up and tell us, then we won’t have to tirelessly suspect each other."
Lv Shu was stunned, he rembered Su Ming’an saying he was the Prophet the previous night... Su Ming’an must be right, so this Edward... must be lying.
But just as he was about to interrupt Edward and confirm that Su Ming’an was the true Prophet, he felt a familiar wave of ntal energy.
Blue light flashed in Su Ming’an’s eyes, and the extrely weak ntality Shock that he emitted stopped Lv Shu’s action.
"The Player I checked is Number One, Su Ming’an," Edward announced his investigation. "...I know you might think I’m targeting him, trying to sar him, but I am indeed the Cleric, the Prophet. Last night, my Guide, Miss Diana, told —Number One Traveler, is a Werewolf."
Several people were stunned for a mont, and then Su Ming’an, propping up his chin, instantly beca the center of attention.
"Su Ming’an, are you a Werewolf?" Noel asked him.
"Humph, just as I thought, I knew you must be a bad guy! A bad guy! A big bad guy!" Mizushima Haru, clutching the edge of the wooden table, almost splintered it, her eyes filled with vigilance and hatred as she stared at Su Ming’an, her voice dripping with triumph: "Now you’re caught, aren’t you? I’d like to see how you defend yourself!"
Lv Shu looked over, hesitant about whether to speak up.
Under everyone’s gaze, Su Ming’an sat up straight.
"Edward," he said seriously, in a tone he had never used before: "Stop causing trouble."
"Number One Werewolf, Su Ming’an, besides this aningless struggle, what else do you have to say?" Edward sneered at him.
"I’m not a Werewolf..." Su Ming’an sighed lightly: "But clearly, you shouldn’t be either."
"—Isn’t that a contradiction?" Iris snorted coldly: "There’s only one Prophet that has appeared in the ga, so he must be the real Prophet! You were identified as a Werewolf by the real Prophet, what’s there to argue?"
Su Ming’an’s live streaming chat beca frantic:
[It’s over, it’s over, looks like Ming’an really is a Werewolf??]
[Was the self-kill on the First Night? That’s so brutal; I’m shook.]
[Su Ming’an’s logic doesn’t add up, does it? If he now claims to be a Prophet and confronts Edward, it might be possible, but to say the other isn’t a Werewolf either... Doesn’t that admit the other is the real Prophet? Isn’t that just courting death?]
[Poor Lv Shu got duped out of a potion, that’s so sad...]
[Wait, doesn’t this an the Number One Player has to leave on the first day? Then what’s the point in watching!]
[How can he argue this... He can’t argue his way out, he might as well give up.]
[Let’s see if Ming’an has any Werewolf teammates to save him.]
[...]
"I told you, I’m not a Werewolf," Su Ming’an sighed slightly: "...Because I am the Witch, and last night’s victim was Number Four, Lv Shu, I saved him."
Edward looked montarily stunned, and Mizushima Haru, who was ready to rush Su Ming’an out of the ga, was also taken aback.
The entire audience watching Lv Shu save soone was stunned,
Even the Witch, Lv Shu himself, was stunned.
"Huh?" Lv Shu swallowed his confusion and then feigned calmness.
"You’re the Witch?" Edward sneered: "What now? A desperate last stand? Then why don’t your Werewolf teammates jump out as Prophets and confront ?"
"That," Lv Shu quickly raised his hand: "I am the Prophet, Edward."
"That...the verification, the verification is..." Lv Shu and Su Ming’an’s eyes t, and then he looked away: "Andre, he is a Werewolf."
"You’re lying!" Andre stood up abruptly, seemingly ready to throw a punch but restrained by the rules, his face flush with rage: "The eye contact was so obvious, do you think we couldn’t see that? You and Su Ming’an, you’re obviously both Werewolves!"
"Whether we’re lying will be clear soon enough," Su Ming’an said with a smile: "If Lv Shu and I are both Werewolves and I claid to be the Witch, let’s see if a second Witch will co out to contradict us, shall we?"
Andre’s expression faltered, and then he slamd the table thunderously: "Co on, hurry up! The Witch, co out quick! Take this guy down!"
No one responded.
Lv Shu looked straight ahead, as if he hadn’t heard a thing.
Su Ming’an claid he was the Prophet, so henceforth he would be "the Prophet."
As long as he could save the other party, whatever he said and did was acceptable.
The other players’ eyes were filled with doubt, and a few cast suspicious glances his way.
"You see, Andre, no one’s responding to you," Su Ming’an said with a smile. "So, isn’t the result obvious? I am the real Witch, and Edward, who identified as a Werewolf, cannot be the real Prophet—only Lv Shu can be the true Prophet."
"You, you’re talking nonsense!" Andre looked extrely angry, but no matter how furious he was, he couldn’t change the fact that no Witch players had jumped out to refute him.
"...Is that so?" Mizushima Kawa Sora spoke up. "Then Su Ming’an could only be the real Witch, but at the sa ti, there’s another possibility."
"What?"
"Lv Shu and Edward are both Werewolf players," Mizushima Kawa Sora said. "After Edward pointed out Su Ming’an as a Werewolf, and found out he was the Witch, Edward was already bound to be a Werewolf player. To prevent Edward from being directly eliminated this round, Lv Shu claims to be the Prophet, issuing Andre, an innocent good person, a Werewolf identity to push for Andre’s elimination and save Edward."
"The premise of what you’re saying, Mizushima, is the real Prophet hasn’t jumped out yet," Noel said. "—Then, is there a true Prophet among us here? Do not be afraid, you can choose to co out, and then the situation will beco clear."
No one responded.
Everyone’s gaze wandered, sweeping around, but no one stood up.
"Don’t act rashly," Eni said. "Actually, there’s another possibility."
Several people looked at him at the sa ti.
"If the real Prophet is soone who fears death and is afraid of being attacked by the Werewolves at night, it’s understandable that they wouldn’t dare to co out," Eni said.
"Indeed... that’s a factor we can’t ignore..."
"Then how about we all abstain from voting this round..."
"No, what if soone tries to take advantage of the confusion and secretly casts a vote? What do we do then?"
"That’s also true..."
The players discussed animatedly, while Edward looked coldly at Su Ming’an: "...You really know how to play the part."
"I’ve already told you, don’t cause trouble," Su Ming’an said.
Edward’s fingers curled up.
The red candles were burning down relentlessly, and ti had passed by more than half, yet no conclusion had been reached.
"—Wait, wait a minute, everyone."
Lin Jiang, who had been bowing her head and shivering timidly, suddenly spoke up.
Seeing everyone’s gaze turn to her, she beca even more frightened, almost burying her head in her clothes and said softly:
"If, if we can’t determine who the real Prophet is, then, then why not vote Andre out first... after all, he hasn’t claid to be the Cleric, and if he’s just an ordinary good person..."
"—What did you say?! You wretched woman!" Andre’s hand slamd onto the table "bang," so loud that it scared Lin Jiang to bury her head into her palms with a "ya."
"Indeed, Su Ming’an claims to be the Witch, while both Lv Shu and Edward claim to be the Prophet. In this unclear situation, voting out soone who isn’t a Cleric does seem like the best choice," Mizushima Kawa Sora mused, stroking her chin.
"—Mizushima, you bastard!"
"Shut up, stupid bear," Mizushima Kawa Sora’s normally calm expression suddenly beca terrifying in an instant. Her look, as if she had plunged into an abyss, actually frightened the enraged Andre into silence.
"Either reveal so identity that shows you’re a Cleric and prove yourself useful, or as an ordinary good person or Werewolf, die for the greater good and don’t reveal your inherent baseness and rudeness here. Even if you and I are both good people, I won’t mind killing you after this round ends," Mizushima Kawa Sora said icily, not hiding the murderous intent in her words.
"Sis is so cool! Sis is so aweso!" Mizushima Haru clapped her hands excitedly, looking overwhelmingly happy.
"You—!" Andre was furious.
"Alright," Iris spoke carelessly, blowing on her fingernails. "If there are no objections, let’s vote. It’s indeed correct, the Witch has a poison that can kill any player. Whether Su Ming’an is the Witch or not, we’ll know if Edward is dead tonight."
"—Wait, hold on!" Andre seed to want to say sothing, but the red candle was nearly burned down.
"Do you have any Cleric identity, Andre?" Adolf asked, looking at him. "If not, then I’m sorry, but voting for you is the best temporary choice... For the final victory of the good people, please sacrifice yourself for a bit."
"—Wait, I am—!" Andre’s eyes darted around: "I’m the Guard! You can’t vote for !"
"But, but..." Lin Jiang trembled, looking at him cautiously: "I, I rember that I’m the Guard..."
Finally, a hint of despair appeared in Andre’s eyes, as if he had been pushed to the brink.
The red candle burned out.
"Dang—!"
A seemingly ancient bell echoed from sowhere in the town, like a sentence, halting the brief discussion in an instant.
In a flash, Su Ming’an saw the people who were still passionately discussing around him disappear, and he stood alone in an isolated white space, with twelve number cards in front of him.
[It is now the first day’s dayti voting session.]
[Please select the number of the person you suspect.]
Wearing a smile, Su Ming’an picked up number eight, Andre’s number card.
"For the final victory of the faction," he whispered to himself.
...He had understood long ago that the voting session wasn’t important.
In the upcoming dayti free action session, there would inevitably be soone who couldn’t restrain themselves and would make a direct move against him.
...He must be ready.
Ready... in case he had to face Edward, that fellow with a combat power of 1200, head-on.
"And now... please make a sacrifice, Andre," he murmured to himself.
With a "clang," he threw the number card single-handedly into the red number bucket in front of him.
The transparent number card rolled in the bucket, gradually revealing a blood-like hue.
...
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Fourth World·Current Identity:
Number 4, Lv Shu (Witch)
Number 8, Andre (Unknown) (Exiled)
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