The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 88 Werewolf Grand Escape

Chapter 88: Chapter 88 Werewolf Grand Escape

Don’t get eaten.

What does that mean?

Liu Zheng suddenly became alert.

The next second, he saw four tall werewolves pouncing towards him.

"Damn it, real Werewolf indeed."

Liu Zheng hurriedly ran in the opposite direction.

At this moment, he was no longer in the room but in the midst of a dense forest.

The huge full moon hung high in the sky, its blood-red moonlight shining on him like a searchlight, leaving him nowhere to hide.

"Damn it!"

Liu Zheng quickly realized this and flipped off the blood moon.

His appearance was no longer that of the Tentacle Monster but had turned into a withered and thin witch.

He didn’t get far before he couldn’t run anymore.

This body was not only inferior compared to his Tentacle Monster form, but it was also far inferior to his human form.

In the blink of an eye, the four werewolves charged at him.

Amidst their sinister laughter, they tore him into pieces bit by bit.

Liu Zheng couldn’t resist, and even the numbness to pain he had trained was no longer effective.

He seemed to have really turned back into a human, a frail and powerless human.

He just watched as the werewolves devoured his body piece by piece.

As fear reached its peak and gradually became numbness, Liu Zheng’s consciousness fell into the Abyss, merging into nothingness.

And the four werewolves lost their interest in him and ran into the depths of the forest.

"Rationality decline save successful."

The system’s prompt sounded like a thunderclap.

"The player killed by the werewolves tonight is number 8, you have one Potion, do you want to use it?"

Soon after, the sea girl’s voice also rang in his ear.

The Werewolf game is damn accurate.

Liu Zheng felt amazed as he regained consciousness.

It’s a good thing the witch can save herself on the first night; otherwise, with such a start, the good guys would be doomed from the beginning.

"Use it."

He said without hesitation.

Even if it wasn’t him being targeted, Liu Zheng would have used up that Potion.

After all, if it’s four gods versus four villagers, the chances of the werewolves hitting a god card are quite high.

Some witches like to save the Potion, but that’s completely unnecessary.

First of all, if the witch is killed the following night, that Potion will just be a waste in her hands, wasting a good turn for the villagers.

And if the witch is targeted, to use the Poison or not.

If she uses it and poisons a villager, it directly leads to disaster.

If not used, not only does it waste another turn, but it also gives the werewolves a chance to disguise themselves.

Secondly, if the Hunter is the one targeted, then he has to face the decision of whether to shoot the next day.

Shoot the wrong person, and the villagers collapse.

Don’t shoot at all, and it’s the same waste of a turn, giving the werewolves a chance to disguise.

As for the werewolves faking their own death to deceive others for a Potion, the probability is not zero, but Liu Zheng rarely gambles, except in entertainment rounds.

A green Potion appeared not far ahead, and he dragged his broken body, struggling to crawl to the Potion and clenched the bottle to drain its contents in one gulp.

After an extremely bitter taste, a hint of grassiness followed, somewhat sweet.

And Liu Zheng’s body bloomed with a green glow.

Countless plant fibers grew in his wounds, and soon his body was completely healed.

On the surface, his body seemed no different from an ordinary person’s.

But only he knew that he had become a half-human, half-plant monster.

"Daybreak, players please open your eyes."

The sea girl’s voice sounded.

After a moment of daze, Liu Zheng no longer saw the blood-red moonlight but the glaring Sunshine.

He touched his face, good, the mask was still there.

Liu Zheng pursed his lips and walked along the forest path that had suddenly appeared.

After walking for a few minutes, he saw a small village.

Meanwhile, he also saw 11 figures walking towards the center from different directions.

Clearly, these were the other players.

The 12 players drew nearer and finally converged at the entrance of the village.

Everyone surveyed each other cautiously, not a single person spoke.

"Daytime has arrived, please gather all players at the central square of the village,"

the sea girl’s voice rang out, and everyone made their way to the village square.

It was a flat stretch of mud with some grains drying on it.

On the way there, Liu Zheng had not seen any villagers.

Only some chickens and ducks roamed free, excreting at will without anyone to oversee them.

In the center of the square stood a statue, depicting a half-wolf, half-man middle-aged male.

He was covered with thick fur and had sharp claws, but his face looked just like that of a normal human.

There was a line of text engraved on the base of the statue, but Liu Zheng couldn’t recognize it.

All the players sat down in a circle spontaneously beneath the statue.

"Now, we shall begin the election for sheriff,"

"Any player wishing to run for sheriff, please place your hand on your mask before the countdown ends."

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

The countdown ended rapidly, and the majority of masks emitted a black glow.

Only one mask remained dim.

"Apart from player number 8, all players have nominated themselves for sheriff."

"Player number 10, please start speaking in a clockwise direction."

What a close shave, it was almost a full house for the sheriff’s election.

Hearing the sea girl’s announcement, Liu Zheng felt a chill of fear.

If he hadn’t held back, they would have been without a sheriff this round.

Werewolves wouldn’t even need to reveal themselves to grab the sheriff’s badge, their mouth probably twisted in glee.

He also didn’t know whether werewolves could communicate freely at night; if so, a full turnout for the sheriff’s election would be outrageous.

But even without communication, a full turnout of werewolves for the sheriff was ridiculous anyway.

"I’ll start then, I’m not the prophet, nor do I hold a God Card,"

"I just wanted to experience the atmosphere of the election. But since I’m up here, I might as well say a few words. I’ll urge the prophet to remember to keep the sheriff’s badge. After all, not keeping it cost us the last round,"

"Werewolf prophets remember to keep the badge too, anyone who doesn’t is a werewolf, and a silly one at that."

"That’s all from me."

Player number 10 had a rough voice and was rather straightforward in his speech.

But it was apparent he was in good spirits and his true feelings about losing the previous round indicated he probably was a good guy.

If what he said was true, then he’d likely be just a villager.

"Player number 11, it’s your turn to speak."

"Alright, my turn to talk, huh? Player number 10, what’s the point if you’re not the prophet causing all this ruckus? I’m number 11, the real prophet. Last night, I checked player number 8, he is a good guy."

"Player number 8, you are the only one who can vote now, you must vote for me, the real prophet, argh."

"As for why I checked number 8, well, since no one knows who’s who, I just picked a lucky number to check."

"For now, I’ll hold onto the sheriff’s badge, starting with player 10. After all, he’s the only one I’ve heard speak. Next I’ll check player number 6, also because it’s a lucky number. I’ll decide whether to change the direction of the badge when it’s my turn to speak again."

"Speaking of which, everyone running for sheriff is just ludicrous, if number 8 weren’t the goldwater person I verified, I’d suspect him to be the only cowardly werewolf,"

player number 11 couldn’t hold back his ridicule.

"That concludes my statement."

Because player number 11 had a lot to say, he spoke faster.

However, his enunciation was clear, and it didn’t sound bad. If no others claimed to be the prophet, Liu Zheng would probably cast his vote for him.

After all, there was no point in putting up a strong defense against a counterclaim.

If he found out he voted incorrectly, a single potion would do the job.

"Player number 12, it’s your time to speak."

"I’m the witch, and last night I..."

Player number 12 hadn’t finished speaking when the light suddenly dimmed.

Everyone looked towards the sky; a yellow-green rain cloud had blocked out the sun.

"The first round of random punishment has been triggered: acid rain."

"In 30 minutes, acid rain will descend from the sky, and any player not inside a building will die instantly."

"After the acid rain stops, players will proceed directly to the voting and execution phase."