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Chapter 112 - 110: "Please Fight for Your Own Side

Chapter 112: Chapter 110: "Please Fight for Your Own Side

"I... I don’t want this!" Lin Jiang suddenly stood up, knocking over the chair. The divine light escaping from her thick hair surged while her eyeballs trembled violently, as if she were about to faint from fear. "No, no! I don’t want to stay in this place any longer!"

The Mayor’s gaze sharpened slightly, and his stare directly choked Lin Jiang’s words back down.

"...Such a player can rank in the top twelve?" Mizushima Haru to her left pouted. "If you’re scared, don’t come at all, really absurd."

Several players had fluctuating expressions. Edward yawned, seemingly bored once again.

Eni stood up and helped Lin Jiang pick up the chair, then said softly to her, "Sit down, take a seat."

"Yes, Miss Lin Jiang, at least listen to the rules first." Noel spoke, his voice very gentle, "At least for now we are all here, which is temporarily the safest place."

Lin Jiang’s entire body trembled violently. Hearing Mizushima Haru’s voice made her shudder as if she had been electrocuted, until she heard the comforting words of Eni and Noel. She then cast a timid glance at them, briefly, faintly, and gently sat down, with her head bowed.

"I... my name is Lin Jiang. Number eleven, a student from Dragon Country." She lowered her head, her fingers fidgeting, her eyes barely catching the glimpse of the body still swaying slightly on the gallows. She desperately kept her head down, as if she wanted to shrink beneath the table.

The barrage of comments in Su Ming’an’s live streaming room surged.

[Why is she so scared... although the scene is a bit like Underworld...]

[You have a god-like perspective, a bunch of people watching the live stream with you, and no fear for your own life—can it be the same??]

[They are both students, seem to be around the same age, how could the gap between this Lin Jiang and Brother Ming’an be so big...]

[Anyone who still thinks Su Ming’an was just a normal student before the game starts, I’ll teach you a lesson!]

[Anyone would be like this... I’m scared just watching through the screen, if I were up there I might be the same...]

[Then let me take her place!! I’d face death just to sit face to face with Brother Ming’an! Lin Jiang, step down and let me replace you!!]

[Haha, you’d be scared if you were really hanged, arrogant king.]

[How did Lin Jiang, being so timid, make it to the world’s top twelve? The previous instances seemed to be just as intense as this...]

[So thrilling... The organizers have opened another identity guess, guys hurry and bet! Guess what identities the heavyweights are!]

[...]

"Hello everyone, I am number ten, Eni." Eni waved his hand. Now, he appeared much more mature and composed than in the First World, without that "I am a prince, kneel before me" attitude. He smiled appropriately, folding his hands, "I believe everyone should recognize me, so I won’t elaborate further... I have not encountered such games before, but as you can imagine, it should be interesting. Everyone here is a top contender in the world, and I look forward to a thrilling match with you all."

Beside him stood the breathtakingly beautiful Iris, who had also been the center of attention for the young men around with lingering glances.

"Number nine, Iris." Iris squinted her eyes, her voice immediately making several individuals a bit dazed.

Her words even affected the remote viewers, causing the barrage to eerily clear for a moment.

"From Yu Country, my abilities are quite decent. Those who want to achieve a victory can team up with me~" She ended her sentence with a slight hook, her voice full of ultimate charm that even made the low Mentality Points of Andre nod in agreement immediately.

"Eight... number eight, Andre." Andre seemed still to be in the enchanted state created by Iris, his speech somewhat slurred as he quickly introduced himself, then eagerly turned to Iris, "...Miss Iris, once the meeting ends, please be sure to communicate with me, I have some valuable information. My occupation is Master Craftsman; if you need any equipment, you can also contact me anytime..."

Iris smiled and nodded, and he broke into a childlike grin as if given candy.

Several faces grew solemn, witnessing the powerful charm effect of Iris.

Andre finished introducing himself, then there was the constantly overlooked girl dressed in Lolita; she was short, and under the lace hat were somewhat listless eyes that remained dull even after meeting several gazes.

"Yamada Machiichi."

She said in a low voice, almost inaudible, and then said no more.

Several people glanced at her somewhat blankly, but she seemed to have no inclination to speak further, just keeping her head down.

"Is it my turn now... Number six, Adolf, I used to be a mercenary." Adolf spoke in a deep, powerful voice that, even subdued, conveyed an almost imperceptible sense of danger: "I’m a good-aligned player, and I welcome players of the same alignment to exchange information with me."

After him, it was Mizushima Kawa Sora’s turn.

"Number five, Mizushima Kawa Sora, good alignment, able to exchange clues, doesn’t need teammates who hold others back." She reported and then paused, seemingly hesitant: "...Also, that person who claims to be Mizushima Haru, she is not my sister."

"Eh? Sora Sora, why would you say that!" Number twelve, Mizushima Haru, immediately complained, then swiftly shifted her eyes towards Su Ming’an, speaking through clenched teeth: "...Indeed, indeed, I still need to skin the guy who caught my sister’s attention..."

"Mizushima Haru, hold back your gaze." Lv Shu’s gaze darkened in an instant, the mantis on his shoulder growing restless. When he saw Mizushima Haru’s look, the blade of the mantis glistened, raising momentarily:

"—Look at Su Ming’an with that kind of eyes again, and I will gouge out your eyes."

"Hmm...? Heh heh, Dragon Country’s Lv Shu, do you want to be skinned too?" Mizushima Haru was unafraid, her eyes mockingly fixed on him: "World-class bootlicker, you truly live up to being the top follower, but it’s a pity your so-called ’Lighthouse’ totally ignores you, and you continue to delight yourself to the point of climax... Hmph."

The blue-green mantis sprang up momentarily but was forcefully suppressed back down, followed by a red system panel warning flashing across the entire mahogany table:

[It is now the first day·daytime assembly, all violent acts are prohibited.]

Lv Shu withdrew the mantis, his fist clenching in an instant.

"...It looks like it’s unlikely that number four will introduce himself properly?" Edward chuckled softly, tapping the table lightly: "Then I shall begin. Number three, Edward. No need for further details. I am here specifically to expose someone’s hypocritical facade, and let everyone know—a traitor from the organizers is unworthy... of becoming the hope in everyone’s eyes."

As he spoke, he leaned back effortlessly, making it seem like he was uttering an inconsequential line, but the underlying meaning couldn’t be overlooked.

Edward had set the stage for an absolute confrontation at the very beginning, declaring a fight to the death.

...This was an overt declaration of war.

The comments exploded in a burst of activity:

[Oh boy, starting off strong!]

[No matter the alignment, whether or not we’re in the same alignment, I’ll fight against you!]

[Edward is so cool, oh my god, I feel like even after the world game ends, I can no longer look up to any other men!]

[Indeed, compared to these players, the men before are absolutely nothing...]

[It was just a normal introduction, why do I feel so fired up all of a sudden? Could this be the big shot effect??]

[I’m really looking forward to who will survive in the end, it’s truly a battle of the gods...]

[...]

...

"Is it my turn?" Seeing Edward had stopped speaking, Noel smiled with dimples showing: "Number two, Noel. I’m delighted that we can all sit together and play the game. Ah, this should be broadcast worldwide, right? Mind if I do a little advertisement? For the players out there below, if you love adventure, are enthusiastic about new things, and curious about the world, I welcome you to join the [New World Alliance]! Our guild updates adventurous and interesting missions daily, and completing them earns you great rewards! There’s no scheming here, just swords and magic!" He didn’t know where the live camera was, so he simply made a heart gesture towards Su Ming’an, who likely had the most viewers: "—Let’s forge a new future together, you can be a king of adventurers too!"

"This guy... is he really treating the instance like it’s just a game, even having the heart to advertise his guild..." Iris murmured disapprovingly.

"Terrifying fellow." Adolf averted his gaze.

After Noel had finished introducing himself, everyone turned their eyes to the number one player.

He seemed half-asleep, his eyes still drowsy as he noticed everyone looking at him.

"Ah, it’s my turn." Su Ming’an rubbed his eyes: "I’ve been indeed not in the best of spirits lately, but it shouldn’t affect... You all know me, so I won’t talk much. Mayor, please read the rules."

There was no forceful response, no aggressive provocation.

Just like a regular student at a class team-building event, his introduction had no particular features or explosive comments, leaving a crowd that was eager for him to say something noteworthy, all set to record, profoundly disappointed.

"Alright, has everyone introduced themselves, travelers from the outside world?" The mayor nodded: "Indeed, all good people... but unfortunately, the upcoming rules may make you uncomfortable."

Lin Jiang’s body trembled again, as if in fear, burying her head in her palms as though it could shield her from harm.

"I mentioned earlier that our Terrily Town is engulfed in a curse..." the Mayor sighed slightly, "Every night, monsters disguised as townfolk awaken and kill a household of townfolk. We have no choice but to execute someone who appears suspicious each day.

But obviously, it has no effect, serving merely as a solace. The death of townfolk at night continues daily, leaving everyone in fear, unknowing of whose head will fall next..."

Later, we prayed, begging the Deity to grant us the right to protect ourselves, to avert the crisis of our town’s annihilation..."

Then," he revealed a subtle smile, "we waited for you, travelers from the outside."

The players listened intently, no matter how much disdain they had shown earlier. Seated at this table were individuals almost at their level, peak figures in the world, and in this life-and-death struggle witnessed globally, they couldn’t afford the slightest lapse.

"You twelve travelers, each of you has your own identity," said the Mayor slowly. "The great Deity told us, to overcome this difficulty, you must also face a trial—

Thus, among you twelve travelers, not all are on the side of good; within you, four have metamorphosed into monster guides..."

Just then, everyone heard a notification from the system:

[Complete Rules Distributed.]

[Twelve players are divided into eight from the good camp and four from the werewolf camp.

The four belonging to the werewolf camp know each other’s identity and can act together at night, choosing to kill one player together each night.

The eight from the good camp only know their own identities.

Every day during the day, all players must gather together, selecting the player they consider most suspicious to be ousted through a public vote.

The victory condition for the good camp is the death of all four werewolf camp players.

The victory condition for the werewolf camp is the death of all eight good camp players.]

The players, grasping the rules, roughly understood what was at stake.

"These rules... aren’t they too favorable for the werewolf camp? The good people don’t know the identities of the werewolves; they have to guess blindly during the day, and if the four werewolves stir the waters together, pushing an innocent player out, won’t the werewolves win very quickly?" Mizushima Kawa Sora spoke seriously.

"No, no, young Miss Traveler, unlike us townfolk, you have been blessed by the great Deity," the Mayor clasped his hands together devoutly. "Among the eight players from the good camp, four possess unique abilities as ’Clerics.’ With these abilities, you can absolutely contend against those despicable monsters."

[Ding-dong! Supplementary Rules Distributed.]

[In addition to the four regular good people who possess no special skills, four others are ’Clerics’ with unique abilities:

Clerics: Prophet*1 (each night, can choose to learn whether a player is a good person or a werewolf)

Witch*1 (possesses one potion of antidote and one poison potion; the antidote can revive a player who dies at night, while the poison can kill any player still alive in the game. The witch’s antidote cannot revive herself. The witch can venture out at night to learn who the night’s victim is, but once the antidote is used, the witch cannot travel at night.)

Hunter*1 (when dying, can choose to shoot any player still alive in the game. Cannot shoot if killed by the witch’s poison.)

Guard*1 (each night chooses a player to protect; the protected player becomes invincible that night, cannot be killed by werewolves, but can be poisoned by the witch. The guard cannot protect the same player two nights in a row.)

Non-clerics: Regular Townfolk*4 (possess no special skills).]

"...So it is indeed this game?" Su Ming’an thought back to last night’s Lv Shu, who was indeed the witch.

"Wow, how cool, Clerics are too cool!" Mizushima Haru jumped up as if extremely excited, twisting her body: "But those four regular good camp players who can neither kill at night nor possess special Cleric skills are really pitiful, they can only participate in voting during the day..."

"I took no action last night, and my guide didn’t tell me I had any skills... resulting in me not understanding the situation very well even now." Iris nodded, "I see, so I am what’s called... a regular good person, am I?"

"So among us are four players who have obtained the werewolf identity?" Noel looked at the players with varying expressions: "I am from the good camp, and together with the other seven from the same camp, our task is to find these werewolves and vote them out every day? While the players from the werewolf camp are to kill at night, pretend to be good people during the day for discussions, and then work to expel innocent good players?"

"That’s right, young traveler," the Mayor nodded smilingly, supporting his frail elderly frame with a cane, bending over as much as he could: "Mayor Mitchell... here begs you, please ensure the victory of the good camp... The great Deity said, only if the good camp wins will Terrily Town, plunged into endless sorrow, be freed from the eternal curse..."

His voice was almost prayerful, filled with utmost reverence.

On the gallows, a townfolk’s corpse with a twisted neck swayed in the warm spring breeze, its face contorted in anguish, while the ground below was strewn with rotten vegetable leaves hurled in anger by the townfolk.

At the mahogany long table, candles flared instantly, and the players wore uncertain expressions.

"Players of the Werewolf faction, too, need to fight for their respective factions," Adolf stepped forward to help the elderly gentleman up, saying gently, "But... Mayor Mitchell, as a member of the good faction, I assure you, I will do my utmost... to find all the werewolves... so you no longer have to lead such a hopeless life."

This town was too sick.

That night, the houses looked eerie, like tombstones, and the doors that couldn’t be opened except during movement time were particularly unsettling.

Su Ming’an observed the expressions of the other players.

Everyone had a certain mental preparation, and even at such a moment, their expressions did not reveal anything unusual due to their identities.

However, someone was the first to break the silence.

"Let me ask a question," Noel tapped lightly on the wooden table: "Today is the first daytime, does that mean yesterday was the first night?"

"Yes."

"Then... the werewolf players should have already taken action last night," Noel said with a smile: "All members are present, no one died, doesn’t this mean a Cleric might have used a skill..."

A few looked towards the Mayor, but the Mayor had already turned away.

"Traveler from the outside world, my guidance stops here," the Mayor said softly: "Now, it is your time to vote."

"What? Voting time?" Eni’s eyes showed a trace of astonishment: "We have no information yet, and we have to condemn someone to death?"

The players all looked shocked, and everyone felt vulnerable.

Just then, the system’s voice sounded again:

[Entering the first day·daytime segment·voting segment]

[Please engage in discussion for thirty minutes. After thirty minutes, the discussion will automatically stop, and twelve players will simultaneously vote. The person with the most votes will automatically be eliminated and executed by hanging.

Following the voting segment, remaining players can freely explore Terrily Town until the second night segment begins.]

"Ding-dong!" A crisp sound rang.

All twelve players heard a voice, unlike the usual cold system voice, filled with intense and passionate emotions, almost like a whispering prayer:

...

[——Traveler from the outside world, welcome to Terrily Town.]

[Are you wandering travelers? Or pilgrims with unwavering faith?

Are you specters lurking in the shadows? Or tomb guardians tracing life and death?

Are you deities steadfastly pursuing light or sinners lost who have found their way back?]

[In the struggle between day and night, seek your faith and find peace within.]

...

[——Fight for your faction.]

...

[Complete rules have been fully issued.]