Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Chapter 131: "His Deity

Su Ming’an opened his eyes and saw Moli sitting beside him.

The tea on the mahogany table had long since cooled, and the quiet girl had her eyes closed, leaning against the back of the chair, as if she had fallen asleep.

Outside the window, the night was thick, and the system time pointed to 11:00 PM, nearing the time for night operations.

He tilted his head slightly to one side—the two placards with blurred writing that had been on the table were now gone.

If he guessed correctly, one of those placards should have belonged to Boli, and one to Moli.

But now, both were missing.

He remembered the system reward he had heard—"Timeline·Meeting Tomorrow."

The timeline had changed.

Using the points he had earned from the task, he created a clone, ready to send it to the cottage, but suddenly saw Moli stand up beside him.

She stood up with her eyes closed, as if sleepwalking, her steps drifting as she walked straight outside.

"Moli," Su Ming’an called her name, but she kept walking as if she had not heard him. Su Ming’an followed her, watching as she moved through the dark night straight toward the shrine.

He tried to make her stop, but a thin red membrane suddenly appeared on her body, nearly burning his hand.

He followed her, taking the opportunity to check the attributes of the equipment that had just fallen.

[Dawn’s Fall (Red Level): The survivors become vessels of suffering, burning themselves out in the struggle of faith—Dawn was once their desire, and also their despair.

Spirit +5

Spell Attack Range +20%

Durability: 10/10

Equipment Requirement: None.

Special Skill (Full Concentration): After activating "Full Concentration," no magical series skills can be used, recovering 30*2 Blue Energy per second (increases with rank), lasting for 5 seconds.]

Mana recovery was indeed a useful skill, whether in the Bright State or Shadow State, as mana was quite important to him.

Su Ming’an created a clone—thanks to the points earned from the task, he could now purchase Occupation Points in the store to create a clone.

After swapping to Shadow State, the clone in Shadow State glanced at him, then headed straight for House Number One.

Moli continued to move forward, her body coated with a layer of blood-red membrane, her steps unsteady like a ghost of the night.

Su Ming’an watched her walk toward the shrine he remembered, watched her push open the door, and then took the opportunity to teleport inside.

The moment he entered, he did not hear the system’s warning against entering—following Moli, he temporarily had the permission to enter the shrine.

He watched the girl walk step by step toward the coffin and then fall down. The coffin closed automatically.

He rushed forward and when he opened the coffin again, indeed, he saw an empty coffin.

—Just like the scene that day.

He remembered, at that time, he also saw an empty coffin, but it was only after the townfolk performing the night-time shaman rituals had arrived that he was suddenly pulled into the coffin by Moli in a blood garment.

The time then... must have been after the werewolf’s action.

Between 1:30 and 2:00 at night.

He needed to wait here, waiting for Moli to reappear.

The Black Blade in front of her was wiped clean, reflecting Mizushima Kawa Sora’s bright red eyes.

The current ratio of people was five to three.

As long as they randomly killed another good player tonight, even if the witch poisoned someone, tomorrow would turn into a four-to-two situation.

Although they might not win against Su Ming’an and Lv Shu head-on, as long as it dragged on to the voting stage... they could easily win by relying purely on the numbers, playing out an unreasonable exile.

Mizushima Kawa Sora repeatedly thought over the werewolf camp’s plan and then confirmed there were no mistakes.

She walked to where the werewolves were discussing, her night vision allowing her to see through the fog blocking the road; she pushed open the door and saw her two teammates already waiting there.

"Who shall we target tonight?" a teammate turned to ask her.

"Let’s go for Eni," Mizushima Kawa Sora said. "Su Ming’an’s clone will be running around, and I bet he’ll definitely prioritize protecting the witch Lv Shu, who still has a bottle of poison left. Eni is neglected; killing him will be easier."

"That’s true, but what if he decides to protect Eni tonight? Once the werewolves set a target, we can’t change it. If we can’t kill Eni, we can’t turn around and go after Lv Shu either."

"Then we’ll force the kill," Mizushima Kawa Sora’s eyes were determined. "Su Ming’an is tough, but he doesn’t have any guardian skills. I don’t believe he can stop several of us from killing one Eni on his own."

"Your flag is a bit obvious."

"..." Mizushima Kawa Sora said nothing.

In fact, facing that person, she really had a rare kind of emotion.

It wasn’t fear, it wasn’t anger, but a very strange sense of trust. It was not just the trust in a teammate... but also trust in an enemy. It was as if the opponent could always accomplish anything, always winning in the end.

If he became a teammate, perhaps she would feel much more at ease, not having to consider everything so thoroughly...?

This thought emerged and she forcefully suppressed it. Now was not the time to think about these things; tonight’s attack was crucial—it could potentially decide their victory.

As she prepared to step outside, she also noticed that the third teammate hadn’t spoken yet.

"...What’s up with you today?"

She asked:

"Standing right next to someone and not making a move. Such a good opportunity was wasted... Let me remind you, you had better not harbor any thoughts of betrayal, not everyone can be forgiven like ’her.’"

The teammate gave a deep "hmm," indicating understanding.

"Then let’s go," the second teammate said, seemingly eager, with the pattern mark on her hand glowing a blood-red light: "When it comes to tomorrow’s voting out phase, and everything becomes irreversible. I must make that guy pay..."

The next moment, an ice-white protective shield suddenly appeared around her. Then, a strong force came violently from behind, along with a sharp sensation, flinging her out.

...The passive protective equipment automatically activated.

An attack!

Mizushima Kawa Sora sharply turned around, the Black Blade instantly unsheathed, slashing towards the source of the attack in a swift motion.

Then, she faced a pair of familiar eyes.

A sudden sharp pain shot through her body as if energy was transferring into her from the blade. Her brewing mentality attack was instantly disrupted by the pain. The next moment, she saw a flash of blue electricity in the opponent’s eyes.

Her body stiffened momentarily, but as a magic series occupation, her mentality resistance allowed her to recover quickly. However, the next moment, she felt the opponent’s fingers pressing against her temple.

"Su Ming’an?"

She murmured.

Mizushima Kawa Sora never dreamt that this guy would appear here, although they were prepared for the fact that he could wander around anywhere, it was outrageous to show up at a werewolves’ discussion spot...

This was too ludicrous! How could he just disregard these rules?

She suddenly remembered that man’s disappearance that afternoon.

...What on earth did he do?

"—Su Ming’an!"

The werewolf thrown flying urgently stabilized his form, spotted Mizushima Kawa Sora being held hostage, paused for a moment, and then cried out, "—Don’t panic! What are you panicking for? He’s in Strength, Fitness, and Agility state not in high Mentality state , his true damage is terribly low, counterattack!"

"...No," Mizushima Kawa Sora said.

She had seen the damage value from his Mentality Attack—though not very high, it certainly didn’t look like the value of a low Mentality state.

At such close range, with the added bonus of a lethal point, she really couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t die under his annihilating strike.

"—And you, you bastard!" The werewolf pointed at the third werewolf teammate, who kept silent and did not fight, just stood there like a wooden figure. "Seeing this scene and still not taking action, are you really rebelling—!"

The werewolf kept his head down, silent.

"Lin Jiang, Yamada, Mizushima Kawa Sora," Su Ming’an called their names. "Shall we do an experiment?"

"You want to negotiate again?" Lin Jiang calmed down a bit as she looked at him.

"Let me clarify one definition," Su Ming’an looked at her. "Negotiation occurs when there is equal strength on both sides. Right now, even if it’s two against one, I feel no pressure."

"You’re quite confident," Lin Jiang squinted her eyes.

The Dragon Country female student, who initially appeared utterly timid, seemed like a completely different person now; the sharpness in her eyes was particularly noticeable, as if she shed all her disguise in an instant.

"I know werewolves can’t die during the night travel segment, but I still don’t know if werewolves can die during the discussion segment," Su Ming’an, holding his sword, proposed. "Shall we try it together?"

Mizushima Kawa Sora’s body trembled slightly, feeling the finger pressed against her temple could release annihilation at any moment.

"You first tell me what exactly you want..." Lin Jiang spoke, seemingly abandoning the idea of attacking, but just as her words fell, the blood color on her surged instantly, transformed into a pattern mark, and ferociously attacked Su Ming’an!

It was the unavoidable pattern mark she had used the night before.

Lin Jiang had already planned that, even if Mizushima Kawa Sora were killed, as long as they could deal with Su Ming’an tonight, it would still be their gain—if the rule that werewolves can’t die at night was true, him coming here in the middle of the night was akin to seeking death.

The next moment, Mizushima Kawa Sora closed her eyes.

Annihilation activated instantly, taking away all her remaining health points.

Su Ming’an had earlier used the Aurora Ring to convert ninety-five percent of his health points into a whopping 38 Mentality Points. If Mizushima Kawa Sora had resisted the instant she was subdued, his remaining five percent health might not have withstood it.

But he succeeded, and it seemed he guessed right too; there was no invincible protection in the shrine, and Mizushima Kawa Sora indeed died.

The next moment, the blood-red pattern mark pounced up.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

A milky white light rose from his body, shattered the instant it met the pattern mark, seeming to vanish along with the attack.

The defensive barrier given by Qin Ze in the Second World, which he never used, came in handy here.

Lin Jiang was slightly stunned, her hands seemingly preparing another attack, but the next moment she felt a tremor around her, an invisible wave immediately enveloped her.

The damage was not high, but it caused a stiffening effect.

She saw the approaching sword, then gritted her teeth and shouted loudly:

"—Yamada!"

Su Ming’an’s figure stiffened.

A pale yellow halo appeared around him, seemingly with a forced binding effect, preventing him from delivering the strike.

Yamada Machiichi held up a glowing yellow hand, his head bowed as if he was struggling fiercely.

"Wouldn’t it have been better to do this earlier?" Lin Jiang snorted coldly, preparing to launch another pattern mark, only to discover that she too was frozen.

"Yamada, you--" she wondered if this double-dealing guy was out of his mind.

"I’m sorry," Yamada Machiichi spoke softly, "he saved my life."

Su Ming’an suddenly recalled the first day, during the day, when he had carried Lolita out of a building about to collapse, a seemingly casual act.

...Now, it had become the motivation for this man’s betrayal.

However, just for a single act of life-saving, to disregard the overall situation of the camp. Su Ming’an didn’t know whether to regard this person as deeply loyal or something else.

"You--!"

Lin Jiang was about to scold this guy at full blast but suddenly heard the system notification:

Time was up.

She stood there, stunned for a moment.

A sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

"Good," Su Ming’an slowly slashed apart the light ring, then walked toward the coffin beneath the stage:

"My goal has been achieved, you all... do as you please."

Lin Jiang didn’t know what this enigma of a person was talking about, and she didn’t know what would happen if a target hadn’t been decided on when the discussion time ended, but she faintly heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

One after another, growing more intense, as if many people were rushing toward this place.

She immediately stepped forward and peeked through the crack in the door.

—She saw pairs of eyes also peering through the crack from outside.

Lv Shu opened his eyes.

He saw Sharina sitting at the table.

The woman was closing her eyes, seemingly napping, with bottles filled with a green liquid in front of her, the shimmering green fluid vivid under the candlelight.

In the candlelight, her figure appeared somewhat translucent, fading day by day, as if she could disappear into the night wind at any moment.

"Traveler number four, you’ve woken a bit early." Sharina noticed the stir on his side and glanced at the clock, "It’s not yet time for the witch’s activity."

"I know," Lv Shu said, "I just wanted to talk to you."

".To me...?" Sharina smiled slightly, her eyes beautiful like condensed amber, yet indescribably clear:

"Traveler number four, I am permitted by the oracle to leave my spiritual body in Terrily Town to guide you. But I can’t reveal any clues about Terrily... you all need to find those yourselves." She said with a smile, "If you are hoping to get any clues from me, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed."

"I didn’t come to ask you about that..." Lv Shu clenched his fists, "Sharina, you are steadfast, you seem very adherent to your faith, but what if one day, you find out that the entity you

believed in isn’t what you thought... what should you do then?"

Sharina looked at him.

"...Are you also experiencing something similar?" she asked, her fingers caressing the neck of the bottle.

Lv Shu wanted to speak, but Sharina temporarily interrupted him.

"Traveler number four, I can see that you are confused," Sharina said, "But faith, everyone has their own interpretation of it. The former me is long dead, the me now, only acts as a guide sent by the God Almighty—I will watch over your journey, but will not interfere with any of your decisions."

"Sharina." Lv Shu’s eyes were bloodshot.

A faint noise came from outside, seemingly someone’s footsteps, but then abruptly stopped.

Lv Shu couldn’t tell if he was sleepwalking or truly awake, his vision was hazy, still pondering, but that sentence involuntarily escaped from his throat:

"Sharina."

"Tonight, I want to poison Traveler number one."