The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 97 You Guys Should Wrap Up Now

Chapter 97: Chapter 97 You Guys Should Wrap Up Now

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

The Carpenter forced a smile.

"My grandma suffered a blow to the back of her head."

"Even as a witch, and despite her age, she shouldn’t have been taken by surprise from behind."

"Unless, the person was very familiar to her, and she let her guard down."

Liu Zheng spoke slowly and methodically.

"And since even you know about the events of Werewolf Village, it’s impossible my grandma didn’t."

"Therefore, she must have been wary of the other villagers."

"Besides me, there is only one person she might have trusted, and that’s you, my childhood friend."

"I just don’t understand, why would you kill her?"

He looked straight into the Carpenter’s eyes as he asked.

"Because she didn’t agree with us being together!"

Seeing that his secret was exposed, the Carpenter screamed in despair.

"She said that the union of a werewolf and a witch’s bloodlines would cause both sides to lose their powers."

"She told me to wait for you to grow up and purify the forest before confessing."

"I couldn’t wait any longer!"

"I want to have you now!"

The hair on the Carpenter’s body began to grow again, and his eyes turned from green to dark green.

"Brother, mine is even bigger when I pull it out."

Liu Zheng shook his head and produced the "blasphemy potion."

He thought so, how could the world allow him to enjoy a board game properly.

Since Werewolf had turned into a battle royale, all he had to do was kill everyone else.

"Use ’blasphemy potion’?"

"Yes."

Black flames burst from the bottle and shot into the sky.

Fierce lightning shot out in all directions, forcing the Werewolf to retreat.

But soon, the flames and lightning converged again, turning into a dark golden card.

On the card, a girl in a red cape was flipping off the stormy sky with endless hatred on her face.

And beneath her feet were raging lava and fury ready to burst.

"Congratulations to player number 8 for obtaining the Divine Favor Card: blasphemy potion"

"Effect: Transform into the berserk Morgan, kill the darkness, purify the light. You will automatically die in one hour."

"Announcement: The witch has obtained the Divine Favor Card: blasphemy potion."

"Effect: Transform into the berserk Morgan, kill the darkness, purify the light. You will automatically die in one hour."

"Game rules have changed."

"If the witch dies, the other players win."

"If the other players die, the witch wins."

The dark golden card merged into Liu Zheng’s brow.

His eyes shot captivating lightning, and his nostrils spewed terrifying black fire.

"We don’t have much time left."

"How about you commit suicide?"

Liu Zheng said to the Carpenter.

"No! Give me back my Little Red Riding Hood!"

The Carpenter, disregarding the flames and lightning, lunged forward, his claws slightly curved inward, as though to embrace tightly or to tear apart.

However, Liu Zheng had no interest in intimate contact with a hairy male animal.

He plunged his hand into his chest and pulled out a rib.

Black fire spread from his palm onto the rib, quickly forging it into a White Bone Military Dagger.

God took a rib from Adam to create Eve, and Eve pulled out her own rib to create a spear and charge at God.

Angels called it blasphemy, humans called it revolution.

Yet, in front of Liu Zheng, there was no God, only a Werewolf.

Alright, at least it’s a supernatural being.

He grabbed the Military Dagger and stabbed it into the Werewolf’s eyeball.

Before the bursting plasma could spatter, it was burned into ashes by the black fire.

"Aaargh!"

The Carpenter screamed hideously, his claws recklessly scratching everywhere.

Liu Zheng’s cloak was instantly shredded into rags, and his slender body broke apart like an abused doll.

But he didn’t care.

Below the shell, there was no flesh, only fire and lightning.

Liu Zheng had intended to slap the Carpenter to death and be done with it, but looking at the sky, he suddenly had another idea.

"You said you loved me, yet you killed the person in this world who loved me most."

"You said you would protect me, yet you forced me to drink the deadly blasphemy potion."

"You said you would lead the village to prosperity, but now you’re going to watch as the priests and hunters lead it to destruction."

"Aside from leaving me with nothing, you’ve accomplished nothing."

"Now, I shall exercise the power of God in the name of a blasphemer."

"For the sin of lust, I sentence you to death."

Liu Zheng pulled out the Military Dagger, and stabbed it down from the top of the Werewolf’s head.

It went in straight to the hilt.

"I’m sorry."

The Carpenter stared blankly at him, making his final sound.

"If saying sorry was useful, what would we need a witch for?"

Liu Zheng shook his head, twisting the Military Dagger.

Dark fire spread wildly, burning the Carpenter to a pile of ashes.

"What a great performance."

The clapping of the sea girl rang in his ears.

Liu Zheng cracked a slight smile; he had guessed correctly.

This game seemed to be Werewolf, but it was actually more akin to a murder mystery party.

As an actor, how could one not improvise?

The more invested and splendid the performance, the more it would strike the director’s heartstrings.

Glancing at the corpse of the grand rooster, his smile slightly receded.

After hesitating for a moment, he still carried its body to the pile of the Carpenter’s ashes, burning it into ash as well, without distinction.

"It was a pleasure knowing you, Emperor Qin Shihuang."

As soon as Liu Zheng finished speaking, his body immediately disintegrated.

Countless flames and lightning bolts expanded and swirled, turning into a tornado and rising into the sky.

Although, in theory, to perform the full act, he was supposed to kill the Tyrant, Forest Spirit, and nightingale.

But with only one hour of time, it’s better to prioritize victory first.

The fiery tornado swept through the forest, turning everything it touched into white ground.

But beneath the black ashes, green shoots were sprouting.

This was the power of destruction and rebirth, also a power that humans should not wield.

After a brief possession, it will inevitably lead to self-destruction.

Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother had intended to use this power herself, but was killed by the Werewolf Carpenter, intoxicated by lust.

Now, Little Red Riding Hood could only clean up the aftermath herself.

But this was also good.

The most outstanding witch would naturally use the greatest witchcraft.

As Liu Zheng arrived at the entrance of the village, the host’s voice rang out again.

"Announcement: The Prophet has gained the Divine Favor Card: Dark Priest."

"Effect: Gain the power of darkness, defile everything, rule over Werewolves."

"Announcement: The Hunter has gained the Divine Favor Card: Arms Dealer Support."

"Effect: Obtain a large amount of military hardware, crush the enemies with money."

"Announcement: The Werewolf has gained the Divine Favor Card: Blood Moon."

"Effect: Gain the blessing of the Blood Moon, physical strength enhanced threefold."

A series of announcements left Liu Zheng overwhelmed.

He didn’t believe it was just a coincidence that these people got the Divine Favor Cards as soon as he obtained the blasphemy potion.

They must have acquired the related items earlier but held back from using them, waiting to backstab other players.

However, in the face of absolute power, all conspiracies and tricks are but futile efforts.

The dark flame tornado expanded again, directly shrouding the sky above the village.

Even the Blood Moon was covered by the smoke, casting only a faint light.

Feeling the enhancement weakened, the Werewolves let out anxious howls.

At this moment, they had completely lost their human shape, only the masks on their faces marked their identities.

Number 3 and number 6.

The priest in the black robe stroked their heads, pacifying them.

And on his mask was clearly the number 4.

Across from the priest, the engine of a heavy tank was roaring incessantly.

Player number 2, dressed in camouflage, leaned out halfway, holding a Gatling gun in hand.

Player number 7 stood beside the tank, with a rocket launcher on his shoulder.

"Every one of you hid quite deep."

Liu Zheng materialized a fiery figure and commented.

He could never have guessed that number 4 was actually the Prophet.

"Pride."

He pointed at the priest.

"Gluttony."

Pointed at the Werewolf.

"Greed."

Pointed at the Hunter.

"Such a pity, still missing three."

"But imperfection is beauty, isn’t it?"

"Alright, everyone, it’s time for you to wrap up."

Liu Zheng laughed loudly, once again transforming into an oppressive cloud of fire, bearing down on the whole village.