Chapter 41: The Prop and the Power

Even Dieyu didn’t help him.

She watched with keen interest, seemingly wondering how he would handle the situation.

Taoqimao looked like she was about to cry, but she had no idea how to help Yi Mo.

The Ordinary Girl Village Chief kept her head lowered to hide her gleeful, schadenfreude-filled expression.

Great Emperor Zhenwu’s expression was complex, but he remained silent.

At that moment, Unrivaled walked up to Yi Mo.

He stood with his hands on his hips, leaning forward with the arrogant sneer of a bully. His forehead was nearly pressed against Yi Mo’s as he barked—

“Hey!”

“You trash, I’m talking to you!”

“How does it feel? As the Village Chief, you’re going to be out tonight. You’re going to die!”

“Got any last words?”

“Hahaha… This is killing me!”

Seeing Yi Mo keep his head down in silence, Unrivaled assumed he had accepted his fate and was intimidated.

He clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he doubled over.

He turned back to the other players and shouted—

“This loser already admitted it!”

“He’s the Wolf!”

“This is hilarious! He really claimed to be the Hunter!!!”

Less than ten minutes after the Judgment Meeting began—

just as Unrivaled reached the peak of his arrogance—

Yi Mo’s cold, chilling voice rang out.

“Hey.”

Just one word.

But it was so filled with killing intent that Unrivaled instinctively flinched, his shoulders tightening in fear.

Then—

he remembered the situation.

The kid wasn’t kneeling.

He wasn’t begging.

He was still acting like a big shot?

Anger surged.

Unrivaled spun around, ready to unleash a torrent of abuse—

“You—”

But the moment he opened his mouth—

something cold was shoved inside.

His pupils shrank.

He stared at Yi Mo, who had finally raised his head.

Under his fragmented bangs, a bizarre blood-moon glow flickered in his left pupil.

No one had noticed before—

the object strapped to his back.

Now—

it was revealed.

A hunting rifle.

Just as Unrivaled tried to scream—

Clack—

The barrel was forced deeper into his mouth.

Yi Mo racked the slide.

A round was chambered.

Unrivaled’s legs gave out.

He collapsed to his knees, trembling violently, eyes wide with pure terror.

Yi Mo looked down at him.

Then, slowly—

word by word—

“You… tell… me…”

“…what… a… Hunter… is.”

His voice was low.

Cold.

Like an executioner from a dungeon.

In that instant—

everyone froze.

***

The moment Yi Mo pulled out the rifle—

and shoved it into Unrivaled’s mouth—

the entire scene fell into stunned silence.

If this had happened yesterday—

Old Six Du would have stepped in.

But now—

he was gone.

Yi Mo looked down at the trembling Unrivaled.

The man wanted to beg.

But with the barrel lodged in his throat—

he couldn’t even speak.

Yi Mo asked coldly—

“Who are we voting out tonight?”

“Mmph—! Mmph—!”

Unrivaled nodded frantically, shaking his head at the same time, eyes full of panic.

He didn’t dare move.

He didn’t dare breathe.

Seeing he had completely broken—

Yi Mo finally pulled the rifle out.

Then—

he pressed the muzzle against Unrivaled’s chest.

And roared—

“WHO are we voting for today?!”

Unrivaled screamed in terror.

He dropped to the ground, kowtowing again and again.

“Vote for Conan!!!”

“Vote for Conan!!!”

“Big brother, I was wrong! I was really wrong! I was framed! I was tricked!!!”

“Please let me go! I’m an idiot! I’m a complete moron!!!”

Yi Mo didn’t even look at him.

From the very beginning—

this man’s vote had already belonged to him.

That was never in doubt.

With a scoff, Yi Mo turned away.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone present—

he walked to the round table.

Sat down.

Directly across from Conan.

He leaned back lazily—

kicked his legs up onto the table—

and rested the rifle in his hand, casually tapping its barrel.

Then said—

“Let the Judgment Meeting begin.”

[Ding! The Judgment Meeting has begun.]

[During the voting phase, players may not leave a 1-meter radius of their seats.]

[Free speech period is active. Votes can be cast at any time.]

[Abstention is allowed. Results will be revealed once all votes are cast.]

[Failure to vote by 8:00 PM will count as abstention.]

No one dared to move.

Even Unrivaled crawled back to his seat on all fours.

Before anyone else could speak—

Yi Mo spoke first.

“This is my answer.”

“I am the Hunter.”

“So I’m not afraid of any demons or ghosts jumping out to eliminate me.”

He leaned back slightly.

Calm.

Expressionless.

“But I am not the Prophet.”

“I can’t see who is good or evil.”

“I’m not as smart as Conan or Baiduren.”

“Maybe not even as smart as Cthulhu, Pikachu, or Zhenwu.”

He spread his hands.

“So—”

“I don’t know who the Werewolves are.”

“I don’t dare claim who is a Wolf.”

A pause.

Then—

his voice hardened.

“But I do know this—”

“The Werewolves will definitely try to eliminate me.”

“So—”

“This is my answer.”

He lifted his gaze.

One by one—

he met everyone’s eyes.

For the first time—

there was sincerity in them.

Finally—

his eyes stopped on Conan.

Cold.

Sharp.

“Conan, the Werewolf.”

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”