Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Chapter 111: "EliminateSeveral people wanted to ask the Mayor some 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 "Daytime 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 mentioned, 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 moment, 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 someone is good or bad each night, so it’s better to make the final decision when it’s crucial. Otherwise, if you come 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 comes 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 come 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:

"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 someone out based on just a feeling."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I am—the ," Edward’s voice was deep and his gaze extremely 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 remembered 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 mental energy.

Blue light flashed in Su Ming’an’s eyes, and the extremely weak Mentality 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 smear him, but I am indeed the Cleric, the Prophet. Last night, my Guide, Miss Diana, told me—Number One Traveler, is a Werewolf."

Several people were stunned for a moment, and then Su Ming’an, propping up his chin, instantly became 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 meaningless 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 game, 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 became frantic:

"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 momentarily stunned, and Mizushima Haru, who was ready to rush Su Ming’an out of the game, was also taken aback.

The entire audience watching Lv Shu save someone 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 me?"

"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 met, 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 claimed to be the Witch, let’s see if a second Witch will come out to contradict us, shall we?"

Andre’s expression faltered, and then he slammed the table thunderously: "Come on, hurry up! The Witch, come 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 claimed 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 me as a Werewolf, cannot be the real Prophet—only Lv Shu can be the true Prophet."

"You, you’re talking nonsense!" Andre looked extremely 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 same time, 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 come out, and then the situation will become 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 same time.

"If the real Prophet is someone who fears death and is afraid of being attacked by the Werewolves at night, it’s understandable that they wouldn’t dare to come 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 someone 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 time 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 became 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 claimed to be the Cleric, and if he’s just an ordinary good person..."

"—What did you say?! You wretched woman!" Andre’s hand slammed 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 someone 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 became terrifying in an instant. Her look, as if she had plunged into an abyss, actually frightened the enraged Andre into silence.

"Either reveal some 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 awesome!" 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 seemed to want to say something, 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 me!"

"But, but..." Lin Jiang trembled, looking at him cautiously: "I, I remember 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 somewhere 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.

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 daytime free action session, there would inevitably be someone 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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