Chapter 40: The Final Countdown

That’s right!

From the start until now, the Ordinary Girl Village Chief had always maintained a paralyzed, expressionless face.

But at this moment, she was wearing a particularly innocent and radiant smile!!!

Although she wasn’t exactly heart-stoppingly beautiful because her looks were so plain… she was smiling!

Was this enough to shock Conan for 100 years?

Conan thought to himself, ‘It looks like my timing is perfect, isn’t it?’

He hurried over, intending to take advantage of her good mood to secure her vote.

‘Watch me work my silver tongue!’

As Conan ran over, the Ordinary Maiden let out a startled cry and looked at him.

The expression on her face changed visibly—from innocent and radiant to incredibly gloomy.

Her gaze turned so fierce it brought to mind a cold-blooded killer.

Her voice was freezing as she spoke.

“The cricket… You scared it away.”

“You dead bookworm nerd with glasses.”

“Do you want to die?”

“Uh…”

Conan froze instantly.

Damn it… it turned out this wasn’t just a bad time; he had stepped right onto a landmine and made her furious!

However…

In a Death Game, to be able to play with crickets in a rice field and be so happy about it…

That was just too… bizarre…

Even though the Ordinary Girl Village Chief wasn’t very old… still…

For a moment, Conan didn’t know what to say.

But after a quick thought, he hurriedly apologized with humility.

“Sorry, sorry! I can help you look for the cricket in a bit!”

The Ordinary Maiden showed a look of disgust upon hearing this.

“Tch… Disgusting!”

“Who wants your help? I’m definitely voting for you tonight!”

Oh…

It had the opposite effect again.

Conan pleaded, “Wait, wait, wait… Don’t jump to conclusions so quickly.”

“It’s like this: I’m actually the real Hunter. That Sibo is a fake!”

“Haven’t you always been particularly annoyed by him?”

“I came to find you today just to tell you that the Prophet has already found me.”

“He said Sibo is a Werewolf, and we must vote him out tonight.”

“The Werewolves have a huge advantage right now. Let me analyze the situation for you.”

“If you don’t vote for him, we good people are going to lose…”

The Ordinary Girl Village Chief didn’t even wait for Conan to finish before she interrupted him.

“Oh? You want to kick Sibo out?”

“Oh, oh, oh! It’s fine. Even if you hadn’t come to find me, I definitely would have voted for him.”

“Right now, he’s still the person I hate the most. You’re the second most hated.”

“We’ll vote him out today and then vote you out tomorrow.”

“Tch, I don’t care who’s the Hunter or the Prophet.”

“Anyone who messes with me has to die!”

Hearing this, Conan wiped the sweat from his brow.

Although the negotiations didn’t go smoothly, at least the goal was achieved!

As for the Prophet saying Sibo was a Werewolf, that was entirely a lie Conan told to trick her.

She was someone who played with crickets in a Death Game.

In a game that required rallying people to vote, she didn’t communicate with anyone and kept her distance like a hedgehog, with all her emotions written on her face.

Conan didn’t expect her to be very smart or powerful.

Normally, a Prophet wouldn’t check a Hunter on the first day.

Any player who had played Werewolf Kill before would have doubts—it was a lie that was easily exposed.

“Haha… Then please, continue playing. Sorry, sorry, sorry to disturb you…”

Conan gave a fawning, awkward smile, then turned and left.

Once he was out of the Ordinary Maiden’s sight, Conan’s expression darkened.

He adjusted his glasses, which flashed with a white light.

“Hmph, what a piece of work!”

Then, he showed an excited expression again.

“But it doesn’t matter. Today…”

“It’s in the bag!”

“Is there anything else he can use to turn this around?”

“When I control the majority of the votes, there’s nothing at all!”

“Sibo, you’re finished!”

***

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, it was 7:00 PM.

Because the sky was overcast, it was already dark.

The only light in the village came from fixed fire torches.

Everyone had received a system notification:

Sit at the Round Table at 7:30 PM to start the Judgment Meeting.

Voting must be completed before 8:00 PM.

Failure to vote would be counted as an abstention.

Sibo hadn’t shown his face all day, making even Pikachu believe Conan’s analysis was correct.

Otherwise, why would Sibo hide and avoid everyone?

Little did they know, Sibo had simply gone to the Back Hill and accidentally fallen asleep, wasting too much time.

Everyone gathered near the Round Table with varying expressions, waiting for the first Judgment Meeting to begin.

Conan was already sitting in a chair, his arms propped on the table and his fingers crossed in front of his mouth.

He was constantly replaying the day’s events in his mind.

He had tried to talk to Taoqimao, but she was very vague and hesitant.

Conan had given up on her vote, but he also threatened her, saying that if she dared to follow Sibo and vote for someone else, everyone would consider her a Werewolf.

Because Dieyu was too much of a socialite and stayed too close to Sibo, Conan didn’t know how to persuade her, so he gave up on her vote directly.

He planned to let her die along with Sibo!

Now, Conan was certain Sibo was a Werewolf, and Taoqimao likely was as well.

He began to wonder who the final Werewolf could be.

Through a day of observation, Conan believed Baiduren, Cthulhu, and Pikachu were all suspects.

Pikachu had always stood by Sibo’s side, but compared to the other two, Conan felt the possibility was lower.

As for Baiduren, he was a very logical and argumentative person.

The fact that he had suddenly retreated into the background, letting Conan lead while quietly following him, made it very likely he was a Werewolf.

Cthulhu, on the other hand, was too fake.

He believed whatever anyone said and was far too humble, which made him look like a Werewolf trying not to attract attention.

‘Wait!’

‘Could it be that Sibo isn’t a Werewolf, but Cthulhu and Baiduren are!’

‘Is that why they both wanted to follow me and vote Sibo out?’

‘If Sibo really is the Hunter, then I’m the one who will be shot!’

Conan suddenly thought of this, and cold sweat broke out on his back, sending a chill down his spine.

‘No, no!’

‘Besides Sibo, who else could be the Lovers?’

‘It’s because he’s so afraid of dying that he claimed to be the Hunter from the start!’

‘If Cupid were in the good camp, they would have definitely come forward and not hidden their identity!’

‘As I thought, Sibo is still a Werewolf!’

‘A Lover Werewolf!’

‘Now it just depends on whether the Werewolves die faster or the God Positions die faster!’

The Witch isn’t saving anyone, the Werewolves already know who the Idiot is, and the Lovers will likely be eliminated today.

Soon, everyone’s identities will be exposed!

Thinking this through, Conan felt a bit more at ease.

He just hoped a Prophet would find him tomorrow and tell him who the remaining Werewolves were.

However, as time ticked away, the pressure on Conan only increased.

‘Why hasn’t Sibo come out all day?’

‘This… This is too abnormal!’

‘Could it be that he’s actually confident he won’t be eliminated today?’

‘No, no, no!’

‘I have everything under control now. There’s no way he can turn the tide!’

‘What if he’s the Wolf King!’

Conan suddenly thought of this possibility.

The Wolf King had a skill that allowed him to kill a player upon his death!

Conan gritted his teeth and muttered, “Even if he’s the Wolf King, there’s nothing I can do. I’ll just have to leave it to fate.”

“In the current situation, he’s the only one we can eliminate. There’s no other choice!”

“No matter what, as long as I don’t die and survive to win this game in the end!”

Conan kept biting his thumbnail until it was nearly gone.

And it was then—

At 7:15 PM, fifteen minutes before the Judgment Meeting was to start—

Yi Mo walked out of the shadows.

His head was down, and he looked somewhat grim, instantly attracting everyone’s attention.

Pikachu looked at him with a complicated expression.

“Why didn’t you come out to explain?”

“Everyone was looking for you!”

“Are you… are you really a Werewolf?”

“Are you the Lovers with that bitch?”

Sibo looked up at Pikachu but didn’t speak.

He stopped abruptly, seemingly deep in thought.

And it was at this moment that Unrivaled—who had previously peed his pants in fear because of Sibo—jumped up.

“Damn it, you Werewolf!”

“You still claimed to be the Hunter? You really tricked us!”

“Fortunately, the real Hunter, Conan, has come forward. You can’t hide anymore!”

“Boss Qian died such a miserable death!”

“You’re finished today!”

“You have to die! You must die!”

Unrivaled walked toward Yi Mo very arrogantly, swaying his body.

He looked angry one moment and grief-stricken the next, crying out for justice for Boss Qian.

He used to be Sibo’s lackey, but when it came to betraying him, he was faster than anyone.

He had already become Conan’s lackey.

No…

Since following Conan, Unrivaled felt completely capable!

After all, Conan wasn’t as gloomy as Sibo and looked like an easy target.

Therefore, Unrivaled wasn’t even afraid of Conan, and his voice even tended to overpower Conan’s when he spoke.

At that moment, everyone watched Yi Mo as he stood in the shadows, head down, looking grim and deep in thought.

They believed he was at his wit’s end—

and had no moves left.