The flash of fire from the muzzle and the smoking bullet hole in the middle of the tree were striking.
Even the Ferryman, who was about to stand up to speak, rubbed the bridge of his nose and sat back down upon seeing this.
And Yi Mo?
He turned around, blew on the smoking muzzle, and took a bullet from his pocket to reload.
“Everyone, I’m afraid quite a few of you have already purchased guns in the System Mall beforehand, haven’t you?”
“You know better than anyone whether they can be brought in or taken out of the System, don’t you?”
His gaze returned to Conan’s distorted, disbelieving face.
He spoke word by word, “Hunter, where is your gun?”
“You can only take it out when you die?”
“Fine, then go ahead and die!”
“THEN AIM AT MY HEAD AND BLOW MY BRAINS OUT TO PROVE YOUR IDENTITY!!!”
Yi Mo finished speaking with an exaggerated tone and expression.
He watched as the strength gradually drained from Conan’s body, his face turning dull as he slumped into his chair.
“Everyone, let’s vote,”
Yi Mo said calmly.
***
At the circular wooden table, there was a voting hole in front of each seat.
One simply had to select the desired ballot from the System and stuff it into the hole.
Yi Mo didn’t hesitate and had already cast his vote.
Unrivaled had completed his voting even before the Judgment Meeting began.
Soon, without much more talk, everyone started voting one after another.
Conan looked dazed.
After a brief moment of being lost in thought, he finally roared, “HEY! VOTE FOR SIBO DAYE!”
“Which of you are the Werewolves? Who are the Lovers?”
“Vote for him! There are only ten people left!”
“I’ll help you play, I’ll let you win, just don’t kick me out!”
“Hey, please, getting rid of me does you no good!”
“I’m just a lowly Villager. He’s the Hunter. If he really gets eliminated, that’s the biggest gain for you!!!”
Conan couldn’t handle the pressure and directly revealed his identity.
Unfortunately, no one believed him.
Instead, it accelerated the voting.
Finally, after ten minutes passed, only one vote remained uncast.
It was Naughty Meow.
Her face turned bright red, and her hands trembled incessantly, seemingly caught in deep hesitation and conflict.
Seeing this, Pikachu frowned slightly.
“Hey, what are you dazing off for!”
“Put away that ‘kindness’ of yours! The longer you delay, the more you make Conan suffer!”
“You’ll also make everyone think you’re Conan’s Werewolf teammate!”
Hearing this, Naughty Meow clenched her fists tightly.
She looked at the indifferent or excited faces around her.
Finally, her eyes landed on Conan’s face, which he had scratched into a mess, and his pitiful gaze.
He seemed to be pleading with her.
‘Save me! Please save me!’
‘Get that Sibo Daye out! Eliminate him!’
Naughty Meow could finally take no more.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
She cried while wiping them with her white sleeve, then took her ballot from the System and cast it.
The moment the voting ended, the System’s voice echoed in everyone’s ears.
The voting results appeared in their vision.
**[The Judgment Meeting has ended. Announcing the voting results.]**
[Naughty Meow: 1 vote: Naughty Meow]
[Sibo Daye: 3 votes: Conan, Village Chief, Ferryman]
[Conan: 5.5 votes: Unrivaled, Sibo Daye, Dieyu, Pikachu, Cthulhu]
[Abstained: Great Emperor Zhenwu]
The player’s nickname and the number of votes they received were displayed first, followed by the players who voted for them.
As the results were announced, Conan was enveloped in a white light.
The next moment, he disappeared and reappeared on the Judgment Stage, his entire body tied tightly to a copper pillar with rope.
[Punishment Time: 15 minutes]
**[The punished player cannot leave the area inside the circular table. Attack restrictions against the punished player are lifted for other players. Kill him within 15 minutes.]**
[If the punished player is not dead when time runs out, the punished player wins the game alone, and all other players are declared defeated.]
[14:59…]
With the System’s prompt and countdown, everyone remained either sitting or standing.
No one wanted to take action yet.
Yi Mo’s expression was somewhat somber as he looked at Conan, who was staring back at him intensely.
He pursed his lips and simply walked away, heading toward his thatched hut.
He was the one who had personally sent Conan to the execution stage.
Yet, Yi Mo couldn’t bring himself to be happy.
‘Was Conan… really a Werewolf?’
Yi Mo wasn’t very certain.
But… he had no choice.
The moment he claimed to be the Hunter, the day could only end in a life-and-death showdown between the two of them.
The only thing Yi Mo was certain of was one thing: Conan was definitely not the Hunter!
As Yi Mo left by himself, Dieyu watched his departing figure with an excited glint in her eyes.
She walked over to Naughty Meow, patted her back comfortingly, and helped wipe away her tears before leading her away from the scene.
Now, aside from Conan’s incessant shouting, the remaining six people looked uneasy.
They had to kill Conan within the allotted time, or they would face game failure.
Some truly wanted to act but restrained themselves, not wanting to reveal their cruel side.
Great Emperor Zhenwu had the worst complexion.
His kindness was second only to Naughty Meow’s.
After all, of these two, one had abstained, and the other had voted for herself.
For a moment, he was at a loss, not knowing what to do.
Pikachu remained silent, while the Ordinary Maiden Village Chief watched the scene unfold.
Cthulhu, being refined and cultured, naturally wouldn’t go up to kill anyone.
Seeing this, the Ferryman rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“Everyone, if we don’t kill him, we all die together.”
“The votes were cast by everyone. You were the ones who didn’t believe Conan and voted him out.”
“So, please, take action.”
“Pikachu, Cthulhu, you both voted for Conan, so you naturally believe he’s a Wolf. Please, do it.”
Before Cthulhu could speak, Pikachu roared angrily, “Who do you think you are, giving orders here?”
“You voted for Sibo Daye, so what were you thinking? I bet you were thinking it doesn’t matter who gets kicked out!”
“FERRYMAN, YOU’RE A WOLF, AREN’T YOU!!!”
“YOU’RE PART OF THE LOVERS, AREN’T YOU!!!”
The Ferryman remained calm.
He looked at Pikachu and said, “You can call me a Wolf, but I could also argue that you’re a Wolf who’s been supporting Sibo Daye just to win the Hunter’s favor.”
“Why are you afraid to face the consequences of the vote you cast yourself? Are you going to be like the irresponsible Village Chief Sibo Daye, washing your hands of it and leaving others to be the executioners?”
“Why, you little — !”
Pikachu snapped.
Seeing that less than eight minutes remained, Great Emperor Zhenwu was sweating profusely from anxiety.
He couldn’t help but try to mediate.
“Everyone, let’s not fight at a time like this. Please stop! Stop arguing!”
Pikachu calmed down a bit.
She looked at Conan and hesitated, unsure if she should step up.
Instead, the Ferryman looked at the Village Chief.
“You seem quite interested. Are you going to do it?”
The Village Chief glanced at him.
“I don’t have much interest in him. I’m only interested in Sibo Daye… When it’s time to kill him, I’ll definitely be the one to do it!”
Hearing this, the Ferryman didn’t say anything more.
He gave a meaningful glance to the trembling Cthulhu, then went to the back to find a sickle used for cutting wheat and walked toward the Judgment Stage.
“Since everyone is acting so hypocritical, I’ll be the villain.”
Conan’s throat was already hoarse from screaming.
He watched the Ferryman walk onto the stage with the sickle.
Knowing he couldn’t survive no matter what, he gave up his deathbed struggle and looked at him coldly.
“You… you’re a Werewolf…” The Ferryman placed the sickle against Conan’s neck and whispered softly, “I’m not. I’ll try to minimize your pain. It’s fine; I’ll take revenge for you.”
Conan looked up at the pitch-black sky.
He had played four games already.
The previous four games had been fraught with danger, each one incredibly thrilling.
He had also killed quite a few people.
He thought this Werewolf game would be his most advantageous, and that he could successfully survive and earn a lot of Points to add more games to his board game club.
Unfortunately…
Precisely because it was the game he was best at, he had forgotten one thing.
‘This is a Death Game. You can’t play it with the mindset of a normal game…’
“Heh… thank you,”
Conan whispered as he felt the cold, sharp blade against his neck.
Slash—!
The Ferryman showed no mercy and slit Conan’s throat.
But… was that it?
No… it wasn’t.
Before dying, Conan used all his strength to roar at the top of his lungs.
“GREAT EMPEROR ZHENWU IS THE IDIOT CARD!!!”
“WHETHER IT’S CUPID OR THE WEREWOLVES, THE GOOD GUYS MUST NOT WIN!”
“SIBO DAYE, YOU WILL NEVER WIN!!!”
He had figured it out.
He had truly been mistaken.