After the voting ended, Su Ming’an waited in the white space for a while, and after so ti, a force teleported him back.
He opened his eyes and saw that he still sat in the seat of Number One, the other Players had also returned, but now, what was different was that a voting panel had appeared on the mahogany long table.
[(1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(9)(10)(11)(12) Number Players voted for (8) Number Player]
[(8) Number Player voted for (4) Number Player]
[(7) Number Player abstained]
[Voting ended, (8) Number Player received the most votes, (8) Number Player eliminated.]
[(8) Number Player Andre, please give your last words, which must not exceed 90 seconds.]
"What... what?" Andre’s hands braced against the tabletop, still sowhat in disbelief, "Wait, wait a minute, I’m not a Werewolf! My identity is just an ordinary good person! I really am just an ordinary good person!"
Several Players were looking down, Lin Jiang even bowed his head further, as if he was afraid to et his eyes.
"I, I just claid to be the Guard just to survive, I just wanted to live, I really am not a Werewolf..."
When a Player was giving their last words, the other Players were not allowed to speak, so in the vast square, only Andre’s voice was like a near-shriek.
In fact, up until now, Andre had not yet experienced death.
Because of his strong Combat Power and his willingness to charge into battle, he had always thrived in the World Gas. Although he was just an ordinary fitness coach before the ga started, his passion for wilderness survival had kept him alive.
But now... truly faced with death, even if it wasn’t real death, he was afraid.
The gallows still retained the darkened blood, and the Townfolk’s corpse had just been dragged away. The struggling and fallen shoes were still there, lonely.
"Wait a minute, did sothing go wrong, how co all of a sudden..."
He still wanted to say sothing, but the Mayor’s ghostly figure gradually appeared in front of the twelve again.
"You still have forty seconds of last words left, outsider Traveler," the Mayor said smilingly at him, "Please say sothing useful for your Brethren."
"Damn it!" Andre gritted his teeth, "What are you laughing about, you old geezer. Do you think you’re so grand? Making us kill each other to bring light to your town? Why should we have to do this?"
"This is all by the Deity’s will..." The Mayor shook his head, "I can’t do anything about it... but I admire your sacrifice, no matter what your identity is, Number Eight Traveler."
"—!" Andre clenched his fist, "To think it was so kind of ga, it’s actually this kind of boring play-pretend of discussions, so boring! You guys, just play by yourselves, being played to death by that Su Ming’an and Lv Shu and not even knowing! If I were a Werewolf, I wish my whole family would die—!"
"You paste a face, paste, try it, pasted all over gone?" Su Ming’an glanced at him.
"Outsider Traveler, please do not speak when soone else is giving their last words," the Mayor said to him, "But our relationship is not bad, I can forgive you this once."
Su Ming’an smiled faintly and turned his head away.
And just then, the 90 seconds for the last words ended.
Instantly, Andre found that he couldn’t make a sound even when he opened his mouth. The next mont, a force pulled at his body, yanking him violently from his seat, pulling him toward the central gallows.
He seed to want to scream, to shout, but he couldn’t utter a sound. He seed to want to break free from the force binding him, but it was no use; his burly body still headed towards the gallows in an unstoppable montum.
"—!"
In the end, he barely turned his neck to look back.
On the blood-stained gallows, a rough noose was slowly being placed around his neck.
The fear in his eyes was obvious, as blood vessels rapidly spread, and he quickly discovered there was a stool beneath his feet, on it sat a blood-stained shoe.
The Townfolk seed to erge from nowhere, bowing their heads, chanting in an incomprehensible language, hands clasped as if in prayer.
The Mayor, with an extrely sorrowful expression, slowly approached him, and then, the dragon head cane slowly rested on the corner of the stool.
"...You have been exiled, poor traveler," the Mayor sighed softly, his hand’s movent showing no hesitation whatsoever.
"Clang."
The stool was knocked away with a strike of the cane, creating a resonant sound in the square.
A few Players who could hardly bear it closed their eyes.
The rope made a grating sound of tension, and the next mont, as Andre was hoisted onto the gallows, the falling force was suddenly checked by the rope, abruptly snapping his neck!
His neck was suddenly constricted by the coarse hemp rope, and his body quickly lost its strength, dangling and struggling unconsciously on the loop of rope, like a fish out of water.
But soon, his figure beca completely still, as the slowly spreading daylight cast over his sowhat dark silhouette, the whole person dangling, like a dead crow hanging on the gibbet.
The warm spring breeze gently brushed the gradually calming ropes.
"Ahhhh—!" Lin Jiang clutched her head and fell directly onto the table, frightened into unconsciousness.
The other Players finally realized they could leave their seats. They stood up, shifting their gaze and stretching their bodies as if they had been sitting for too long.
Su Ming’an’s live-streaming bullet comnts had exploded.
In fact, since he claid he was the Witch, and said Lv Shu was the Prophet, the comnts had already beco a ss:
[I, damn...]
[Is this for real? Really hanged? Woc, these are top twelve Players in the world, dying so awkwardly...]
[Ever since I entered the World ga, my moral baseline and view of the world have been thoroughly refreshed...]
[Even I, an adult, almost couldn’t catch my breath...]
[What on earth is Su Ming’an’s identity??? This situation is a complete ss!]
[Was Andre really a Werewolf? I don’t think he looks like one... He almost brought out all his ancestors going back eighteen generations.]
[So people play gas with their family registry in hand, tossing ancestors’ graves into conversation, full face, tough to beat, really tough to beat.]
[It’s obvious that Lv Shu is the Witch, we all saw it, as for Ming’an’s identity... tough to say, really tough to say.]
[Ming’an’s smile in the voting room was too villainous, I feel like it’s a wolf stepping on another wolf...]
[The Witch standing unconditionally by one’s side is a pretty big advantage, I think there’s hope this round.]
[Edward must be the real Prophet, right? Lv Shu is obviously not! Then isn’t Su Ming’an the Werewolf, what’s there to argue about?]
[Maybe the real Prophet hasn’t appeared yet, shush...]
[...]
Su Ming’an left his seat, not even glancing at the hanged Andre, he heard the system prompt:
[Day One · Dayti public voting session has ended]
[We are now entering the Free Exploration Ti, where you can freely move around Terry Town and look for clues about the opposing factions and the town’s secrets.]
And the mont the system prompt allowed for free movent, a sowhat familiar fluctuation unfolded in an instant.
...Ti Domain.
Su Ming’an had long anticipated that this person would make a move, and it was highly likely at this ti.
He looked towards the other side.
Edward was walking over from his seat, surrounded by other top players; their movents all froze at the instant the azure domain expanded.
And as the azure domain spread, only Su Ming’an and him were left.
"...You really don’t have a brain, do you, Edward," Su Ming’an said.
...Undeniably, Edward had indeed been successfully molded by those people.
At the end of the First and Second Worlds, there were many players on the leaderboard who had real talent. But as the original groups gradually united and Zhai Xing’s original power began to consolidate...
...Edward, a man-made "top-ranked player," started to erge.
People realized that once the year-long World Ga ended, Zhai Xing’s landscape would undergo significant changes, and so of the original statuses and wealth would gradually lose their value.
But in terms of current combat power, it was still limited to the degree of individual strength, nowhere near the level of withstanding bullets and nuclear bombs.
...This ant that people still had confidence in the original powers of Zhai Xing.
After experiencing so initial chaos, once they regrouped in the Main God World, the corporations could choose those who had been lucky enough not to fail and who had been under their control to assemble resources and strengthen the strong.
Instead of raising their heads to face the seemingly invincible organizers, it was better to seize this opportunity to make a big score, to grasp the timing, and to re-rank the powers on Zhai Xing entirely.
...Edward was such a product.
As a young man in his twenties, he was not absurdly strong.
But behind those players on the leaderboard... stood many behind the scenes.
Although there were still worries about players getting out of control, and reality was still full of variables...
But undeniably, it seed successful for now.
Edward’s desire for the position of "Number One Player" seed to far exceed his consideration of the bigger picture.
He was dazzled by words, halos, and flowers, thinking himself noble-born, with a following attracted by his power.
...But he hadn’t snapped out of the sudden changes in the world.
The pursuit of ultimate strength by young n was a good catalyst leading him to believe in his justice and righteousness, yet gradually falling into decay.
In both Zhai Xing and the World Ga, he was just a puppet in so people’s hands.
"I should have advised you earlier," Su Ming’an said.
Back in the Third World notebook, he had tried to persuade him with words... but it was clear they hadn’t realized this, and instead thought it was a declaration of war.
A person whose head was filled with only "ultimate strength," without regard for the big picture, beca the sharpest knife.
So now... he didn’t want to back down just because the other party had a Perfect Pass.
...The other side was worthless.
"Nonsense," Edward didn’t want to talk more with this strange person and stepped onto the mahogany table before charging at him.
The live broadcast room was filled with scrolling comnts. Su Ming’an noticed that many people were still sending ssages.
That ant Edward’s ti stop wasn’t a true ti stop, unable to affect the Main God Space; it was likely just an isolating domain where, within a certain range, ti for the two of them was slowed down.
This ant... the other party wasn’t invincible.
"Did you forget? I still have a bottle of poison in my hand," Su Ming’an didn’t move but looked up at him.
"Are you the Witch?" Edward pointed his sword at him, his expression skeptical.
"At least you shouldn’t be the Werewolf," Su Ming’an said, "Edward, I know you really want to defeat , but will a blind attack without considering the camp’s overall situation truly help you rise to power—Hunter."
Edward’s expression montarily froze.
Although he wasn’t foolish enough to blurt out, "How do you know I’m the Hunter?" the shock of his identity being suddenly exposed still surged within him in an instant.
...Players were only supposed to know their own identities.
But the other party...
"No one perford a counterpart prophecy with you, which should have been clear enough. You know you’re a fake seer, and I’m the real Witch, Lv Shu was the target on the first night, he’s the real Seer," Su Ming’an said, "Even if you kill here, my clone will still act at night, poisoning you, with Lv Shu targeted again—do you really have the confidence to achieve the ultimate victory for the good faction?"
The hand Edward held his sword with tightened slightly.
A smile appeared on his face, one that carried a tinge of indescribable mockery, "Do you think you can disregard the bigger picture and poison ?"
He admitted he was the Hunter, although he didn’t know how the other party guessed his identity.
Edward knew that Su Ming’an was soone extrely obsessed with overall victory, so he could use this to threaten, exchanging the larger victory for a small benefit... He had never considered the possibility that one day Su Ming’an would destroy the bigger picture for the sake of pure revenge.
...It was because of the other’s tolerance that he was fearless.
Edward knew that simply overpowering and killing his opponent wouldn’t allow him to fully assu the title of "Number One Player," so he needed to eliminate this unstable factor first—after all, Su Ming’an had a knack for finding clues.
He needed to remove the possibility of this person completing the ga before him, and then lead the faction to victory with his own strength alone.
...Because Edward was a newcor.
So he had to prove—that in this world’s ga, it could be done without Su Ming’an.
"Who knows," Su Ming’an said in a tone nearly jesting, "Don’t push , or I might ’turn dark’ too—especially for a player like you who is of little value."
The barrage at this mont was both worried and amused:
[ohhhhh! Congratulations to Comrade Edward, for being downgraded from "Lighthouse" to "a player of little value" in Ming’an’s heart!!]
[So tragic, completely losing value like that.]
[This is utter despair, oh no!]
[I’m so anxious... I feel there’s sothing wrong with this move...]
[Su Ming’an is definitely a Werewolf! Otherwise, why would he wear Witch clothes and declare himself a Seer at night... and how did he figure out Edward was the Hunter... It’s crazy.]
[What does it matter what his identity is, he can’t beat Edward, right?!]
[Su Ming’an has too much information, he must have a special role...]
[Why can’t it be that he’s just good at figuring out identities?]
[What’s the use? He’s about to die right here. 800 against 1200, I couldn’t do it.]
[...]
"I’ll kill you first, then go find your clone," Edward spoke indifferently, "You can’t fool , you’re not the real Witch, Lv Shu, this dead loyal dog, insisted on following you, becoming a Witch who’s lost his senses, I have nothing to say."
"First kill , then Lv Shu?" Su Ming’an nodded, "Good, congratulations Edward. As a player of the good faction, you’re set to take down two clerics of the good faction in a row. I’d be willing to call you the fifth Werewolf."
Edward didn’t want to waste any more words, this person was truly eloquent.
However, just before he swung his sword, he heard the other party say:
...
"If that’s the case, then I’ll give it my all."
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