The game has begun.
3… 2… 1…
[Successfully entered the game. Please find a way to survive~]
The System’s mocking voice echoed in Yi Mo’s ears.
His mind wavered for a brief moment of absentmindedness before he regained consciousness.
Before he even opened his eyes, he felt the fresh air of nature, spring water, and plants.
It was incredibly refreshing.
Opening his eyes, he saw primitive circular straw huts, wooden fences, and various primitive tools that one would never see in the real world.
In the center stood a massive circular wooden table with a copper pillar in the middle, exuding an aura of ancient history.
Eleven players—standing or sitting, each with distinct clothing and features—came into Yi Mo’s view.
Before he could observe them closely, his vision was obscured by the breathtaking Card Draw System.
Countless glittering cards spread out before him before gathering together, their backs flashing with various colors.
Yi Mo stared intensely at the cards, praying fervently in his heart.
‘Give me an SSR, an SSR+, an RRS, or an RRS+!’
‘Let them see the terror of a luck god!!!’
‘Oh, right, just don’t give me that ghost girlfriend thing!’
As he prayed silently, the card stopped on a rainbow-colored back and flipped over.
A halo of prismatic light rippled outward.
Having learned his lesson, Yi Mo closed his eyes to prevent his “dog eyes” from being blinded again, though a sliver of unease tugged at his heart.
Something… felt wrong…
Then, he heard the System notification.
[Congratulations, you have drawn an SSR+ Card again. Exclusive Limited: Inner Personality Girlfriend.]
[Card Description: Be grateful! You’ve sacrificed your future lifespans for this! You aren’t even a single dog anymore, yet you were assigned a beautiful girlfriend in a Death Game! Hmph… greedy! You should be burned and then buried!]
Yi Mo opened his eyes expressionlessly, looking at the pixelated card and the terrifying 100% stat for the Inner Personality.
“Oh… my God!!!”
A gloomy, raspy voice—carrying a hint of a ghostly wail—echoed through the ancient forest.
The second Death Game had begun!
***
A prompt followed, asking if he wanted to continue drawing cards.
Yi Mo skipped it immediately.
He couldn’t imagine anyone being willing to spend 500 Points to draw another card that would likely be a blank.
After all, that was almost equivalent to the Points earned from a single game.
Of course, Yi Mo hadn’t played many games yet, so he didn’t know the average Points awarded for a victory.
Yi Mo immediately scanned his surroundings.
He was primarily looking for his girlfriend for this round.
In the unreleased state, he didn’t know who his girlfriend was.
Looking around, there were four women among the eleven other players.
The first was named ‘Pikachu’.
Not only was she not cute, but she was also incredibly arrogant.
Her weight was comparable to two Yi Mos.
She was currently looking up at the void, and Yi Mo immediately passed over her, thinking the System shouldn’t have such twisted taste.
The second was named ‘Taoqimao’.
She was relatively petite, wearing a white lace shirt and a beige floral maxi skirt.
At the moment, she was also staring into the void, though her face was slightly flushed.
She hunched her shoulders, looking quite shy, and cast occasional glances at the people around her.
Thinking of this girlfriend’s 100% Inner Personality value, Yi Mo didn’t think it was her either.
The third was named ‘Cunzhang’.
She wore black sweatpants and a black zip-up tracksuit over a black short-sleeved shirt.
Her clothes were all oversized.
She stood no taller than 1.6 meters, looking even younger than the previous girl.
Her black, neck-length hair was clearly unkempt.
She had an ordinary face with a few freckles and kept her head down without any expression, as if she were calculating something.
To sum her up, Yi Mo felt she was like him—likely a shut-in, and perhaps a bit of a chuunibyou.
But because she was so unremarkable, Yi Mo didn’t think it was her.
The final woman was named ‘Dieyu’.
She was dressed very fashionably in a cute gauze skirt and a small shawl.
A tasteful glimpse of porcelain skin was visible at her chest, and she wore a red gemstone necklace.
While Yi Mo was surveying the group, she happened to be doing the same.
When she noticed Yi Mo watching her, she tilted her head slightly and gave him a smile with 100% lethality.
Her slender fingers tucked a stray hair behind her ear, her orange high side-ponytail swaying slightly.
The small bell bracelet on her wrist made a pleasant clink-clink sound as she pinched her small earlobe.
That meaningful smile seemed to say, “Hey handsome, want to get to know me?”
While Yi Mo was momentarily stunned, she raised her hand and gave him a small wave.
Overall, she was a girl with a strong influencer vibe who drew everyone’s attention!
Yi Mo lowered his head slightly and gave a small nod in response.
‘Is it her?’
Just as Yi Mo was thinking this, the System’s mechanical, loli-like voice echoed in his mind.
Lines of rules for the current game began to appear before his eyes.
It was far more complex than the last game!
[Game Name: Werewolf Kill (Cupid Round)]
[Game Type: Survival]
[Participants: 12 people]
[Game Rules:]
[1. The game is divided into two factions: the Good Faction and the Werewolf Faction. The Good Faction is divided into Villagers and Gods.]
[If all Werewolves die, the Good Faction wins. If all Villagers or all Gods die, the Werewolf Faction wins. Deceased players do not share in the victory.]
[2. If the Lovers consist of one player from the Good Faction and one from the Werewolf Faction, the Lovers and Cupid form a Third Faction. If all members of the Good and Werewolf Factions die while the Lovers survive, the Third Faction wins. Deceased players do not share in the victory.]
[3. According to System prompts, Werewolves can kill one player late at night. Other factions cannot use normal attacks on non-designated players outside of Punishment Time.]
[4. A Village Chief is elected before the first night. During the daily Judgment Meeting, they have 1.5 votes. Other players have one vote.]
[If the highest vote count in a Judgment Meeting results in a tie, the tied players enter a second round of judgment and lose their voting rights for that round. If it is a tie again, no one is punished that day.]
[The player with the most votes during the daily Judgment Meeting enters Punishment Time and is executed. If the execution fails, the target wins the game and all other players die.]
[5. Operate according to System prompts.]
[6. Penalty for the losing faction: Death.]
[7. Game card effects override current game rules.]
[Villager: Good Faction. Five people. No abilities.]
[Game Description: This is a Primitive Village. They have fought Werewolves for generations. Even when people from the neighboring village urged them to leave, they did not give up their home. A final battle between the Werewolves and the villagers will take place soon. One side has to win, right?]
The game rules were too complex.
Even after the System’s loli voice stopped, most people were still staring at the rules.
Yi Mo, however, quickly skimmed the rules and lowered his head, letting his bangs cover his eyes as he observed the other players, trying to discern something.
As a veteran of face-to-face social deduction games, Yi Mo believed that people would inevitably leak some emotional information the moment they received their role cards.
As the System began distributing the roles, Yi Mo didn’t even look at his own card yet.
During this interval, he noted the expressions of every player.
Surprisingly, Dieyu was still staring at him.
He wanted to look away, but her next move stopped him.
Dieyu pulled her shawl slightly, and underneath it, above her fair skin, she made a heart gesture with her hands.
She wore a cunning, adorable smile like a little devil.
She looked at Yi Mo meaningfully before turning one hand into a finger gun, miming a shot.
Biu~
Her lips moved slightly, as if blowing a kiss toward him in the void, and she winked her right eye.
The gesture was high-voltage.
Yi Mo was almost charmed.
He thought that if she were his girlfriend, she would be a hundred times better than that Qin Muse, wouldn’t she?
After a brief daze, Yi Mo stopped looking at her to avoid drawing attention.
He looked up at his own role card and froze instantly.
“This…”
A raspy voice escaped his throat, sounding as if it had been forced out, carrying a trace of gloom.
Though his face remained expressionless, his aura darkened significantly.
He instinctively lowered his head, falling into thought, his lips curling downward.
‘Heh, damn System. You really… look out for me, don’t you!!!’
Just then, while most of the surrounding players were still in a daze, the System prompted that the game had begun.
At the exact moment of the prompt, an arrogant voice instantly captured everyone’s attention.
“I know who the wolf is!!!”
It was a twenty-something-year-old punk with yellow hair, dressed in flashy, thuggish clothes.
Since the game had started, the nicknames above their heads had disappeared, so his name was unknown.
His words didn’t just attract the attention of everyone around him; even Yi Mo, who was standing with a dark expression and a lowered head, instinctively looked up.
He saw Huang Mao looking at him with a haughty, indignant expression.
The next second, Huang Mao pointed right at Yi Mo’s face.
His lips curled into a smirk as he shouted, “It’s him!”
“He’s absolutely a Werewolf, no doubt about it!!!”
***
What kind of game was Werewolf Kill?
At night, the wolves kill someone to eliminate them.
During the day, the group uses dialogue and behavior to judge who the Werewolves are, then votes to eliminate one player daily.
Villagers are good guys with no special abilities, while Gods are good guys with special abilities.
If all the Villagers or all the Gods are eliminated first, the Werewolves win.
If all the Werewolves are eliminated, the Good Faction wins.
However, this round was more complex.
There was a possibility of a Third Faction, though the chances weren’t high, so it didn’t need to be considered yet.
In this kind of game, the worst thing was becoming the center of attention.
If there was a flaw in your speech or if you couldn’t out-argue someone else, you would likely be considered a Werewolf by everyone during the day and voted out.
And in this game—this Death Game.
Being voted out meant death.
Yi Mo looked up at the arrogant Huang Mao standing beside him, who was currently pointing a finger at him.
He was decent-looking, but his face carried a hostile aura.
He had a black stud in his right ear and wore a floral checkered shirt and jeans with iron chains.
A ghost-head tattoo was visible on his arm.
He looked to be in his early 20s.