The road back always feels longer than the way there.
Su Luo felt like this Dungeon was here to temper her heart.
She truly never wanted to see green again.
She thought she was about to get “tree blindness” (like snow blindness).
When Su Luo finally returned to the Camp, she was already exhausted.
The sky was completely dark; she glanced at her watch—seven thirty, just on time.
Su Luo walked back to her room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began massaging her legs.
If she didn’t do this now, her legs would be aching tomorrow, after all the walking she’d done.
This was a lesson she’d learned in real life.
That one time, her whole body couldn’t handle it the next day; she even felt like a total invalid.
So she’d specially sought out a Master to learn this skill.
Su Luo silently massaged her legs, quietly waiting for the game to begin.
At eight o’clock, the System’s prompt sounded right on time:
[The night falls. Please close your eyes.]
[Werewolves, please open your eyes.]
[Whom do you wish to kill?]
Su Luo thought for a moment and put her knife to Number 12’s head.
The other two quickly followed her lead.
Why did Su Luo want to kill Number 12?
There was actually a reason for this.
Number 12 went up for Police Leader, and although he claimed to be a Villager Card, he clearly wasn’t someone who could sum things up.
In other words, his Police speech was useless; he might as well have just voted off the Police.
This game isn’t like Mobile Werewolf—some people just play around, don’t want to vote, but here, people really die!
So Number 12 must have had a reason to go for Police Leader.
What was the reason?
Su Luo guessed Number 12 was probably a special role.
She estimated he was the Witch, originally planning to claim Silver Water, but then realized it wasn’t necessary, so he pretended to be a Villager.
Now, by killing him, she could jump out as the Witch herself.
Anyway, except for the first day, anyone who dies at night can’t speak.
If Number 12 was the Hunter, that was fine too.
Number 12 seemed to trust Number 6; if he took someone with him, it would probably be Number 3.
The System prompt sounded again:
[You have killed Number 12.]
[Werewolves, please close your eyes.]
[Witch, please open your eyes.]
[He/She died tonight. Do you wish to save him/her?]
[Do you wish to use your poison?]
[Witch, please close your eyes.]
[Prophet, please open your eyes.]
[Who do you want to check tonight?]
[He/She is—]
[Prophet, please close your eyes.]
Looks like everything’s done.
Su Luo tried hard to stay awake—she’d used up so much energy today, walking for nearly eleven hours.
Now, all she wanted was a good sleep.
[The sun rises. Please open your eyes.]
On the third day, Su Luo once again woke up right on time, urged by the System.
She looked at the unfamiliar ceiling overhead and felt a moment of confusion.
Oh, she remembered.
She had already awakened her innate skill, arrived at a new Mainland, and was now inside a Dungeon.
Sigh!
Su Luo didn’t even know what she was sighing about.
She stepped outside as she had yesterday.
But unlike yesterday, everyone’s attitude was much warmer.
“The boss is up!”
“Boss is boss—doesn’t bother waking up early in the Dungeon, doesn’t waste energy.”
Those words were a bit sour; everyone glared at Number 10.
Number 10, seeing he’d annoyed everyone, gave a sheepish smile, “I was just saying.”
Su Luo felt a bit emotional.
Yesterday, when Number 10 went against Number 11, everyone watched coldly.
Now, after she’d shown her strength, Number 10 said one snide remark and was immediately ostracized.
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong—nothing new.
She’d experienced this firsthand before; seeing it now, she was completely unsurprised.
The law of the jungle was always the rule of survival.
She couldn’t change this world, so she could only make herself stronger and gain the right to choose.
Facing everyone’s enthusiasm, Su Luo, just like yesterday, simply greeted them with a “Good morning” and walked toward Number 6.
No one minded; they just assumed all experts had their own tempers, and it seemed perfectly natural.
Of course, maybe someone was upset, but no one showed it.
After walking over to Number 5 and Number 6, Su Luo quickly shared her findings: “Number 12 is most likely the Witch or the Hunter. If he has a gun later, I’ll pretend to be a Villager. If he dies outright, I’ll act as the Witch.”
Number 5 and Number 6 were already used to her drawing conclusions from observation and nodded right away.
Number 6 said, “Should I give Number 12 Golden Water?”
Su Luo nodded.
Suddenly, the System prompt sounded:
[Last night, Number 12 died.]
[Number 1, please speak.]
Su Luo cleared her throat and said, “It’s the second day, so I won’t hide anymore. I’m the Witch. As for why I didn’t reveal myself yesterday, Number 11 has already explained. Number 2 was my Silver Water yesterday; I wanted to protect them with the first knife. Why didn’t I poison Number 4? Mainly because I was afraid the Werewolves would claim Number 4 was Death by Wolf, so there’d be no way to prove it.”
Su Luo looked around the room, half-smiling, “Now I still have a bottle of poison in my hand. If anyone wants to counterclaim, just come out—I’ll make it quick for you. Today the Witch will lead the vote—vote out Number 4, I’ll poison Number 3 tonight, and then there’ll be only one wolf left. We’ll take our time finding them. Done.”
At this moment, Su Luo’s aura was fully unleashed; the feeling of a genuine Witch rose spontaneously in everyone’s hearts.
After all, Su Luo was just too strong—completely unafraid of anyone counterclaiming, radiating unshakable confidence.
[Number 2, please speak.]
“I firmly support Number 1—there’s no doubt Number 1 is the Witch. If anyone counterclaims later, I’ll still believe Number 1. I’m just a simple Villager Card, can’t pull any tricks, can’t see anything. I really hope the Prophet can check me and clear my name. Done.”
[Number 3, please speak.]
“No way, I’m not a wolf! Just because Number 1 says it, you all believe it? What if Number 12 was the Witch? Number 1 is definitely a wolf. Would a normal person, after being checked as a wolf on the first day, really hold back from revealing themselves? Done.”
Number 3 was getting desperate; he could see he was definitely in Number 6’s Wolf Pit, so he could only side with Number 4.
But now Number 4 was at a huge disadvantage!
Number 3 felt a bit hopeless.
He knew he had a Villager Card, but there was just no way to prove it!
[Number 4, please speak.]
“No, you guys have to believe me! I really am the Prophet! Number 1 is a wolf, Number 8 didn’t lie. Number 3 is right—you can’t just trust Number 1 because she has a presence and thinks she’s the Witch. Now I’m starting to suspect Number 8 is their tool, deliberately turning things around. Listen to me today—vote out Number 6. No, vote out Number 1—she’s more dangerous. Done.”
[Number 5, please speak.]
“You Little Wolves are really flashy. Just because Number 12 died, now you’re all pinning the special role on him. How could we be so lucky to knife the Witch, and then Number 1 jumps as the Witch the next day? Don’t get desperate and start blaming even Number 8. I’m speechless. All the good guys here, follow Number 1—vote out Number 4! Done.”
[Number 6, please speak.]
“I said yesterday I wanted to check Number 3, but you all made me check Number 12, and now I got a dead Golden Water—what a waste of a check! Today, vote out Number 4; the Witch poisons Number 3 tonight, then there are only two wolves left. So tomorrow, all the other special roles should reveal themselves, and I’ll check among the Villagers. Vote out Number 4. Done.”
Su Luo nodded.
The speeches from these two were as steady as ever—nothing explosive.
If she weren’t here, they would seem powerless.
But with her logic leading the way, and most people on her side, their steady approach could pass.
[Number 7, please speak.]
“Is there any suspense left? Thank goodness we have a boss leading this Dungeon, otherwise the Werewolves’ tricks would be too much and the good guys would really lose. But no matter how clever they are, they can’t stand up to our boss! Vote out Number 4 quickly—I suggest Number 6 checks me tomorrow. I want to clear my own name. Done.”
He Yu was secretly laughing as she spoke.
There really was a boss here, but unfortunately, the boss was on the Werewolves’ side.
It looked like this round was a sure win.
But she still felt uneasy inside; even with a boss leading, she’d never had such an easy time in previous Dungeons.
Hopefully, this Dungeon will go smoothly.
He Yu prayed silently in her heart.
[Number 9, please speak.]
“Up to now, no one has counterclaimed the Prophet, right? Looks like Number 1 really is the Witch. Although Number 12 could also be the Witch, the odds are too low. So, if by the time Number 11 speaks, no one has counterclaimed Witch, let’s just vote out Number 4.”
He thought for a moment and added, “Last night Number 12 died, so this must be a Villager slaughter game. That means there are three Villagers left, and the remaining special role should reveal themselves. The Hunter should hide among the Villagers, so the Werewolves won’t know who’s a Villager and won’t be able to target them as easily.”
Number 9 actually still had some doubts about Number 6, so he hoped the Hunter would stay hidden—maybe, in the end, they could catch the Werewolves off guard.
What he didn’t know was that Su Luo had already guessed who the Hunter was.
The way Number 9 was doing things was playing right into Su Luo’s hands.
At this moment, Su Luo thought, ‘this is truly heaven’s help!’
Now, the only role she hadn’t figured out was that last unknown special role.
There was a very high chance the Hunter was Number 2.
Why?
First, only Number 2 had been emphasizing all along that they were a simple Villager, but a real Villager wouldn’t be so forceful about choosing sides.
Besides, by probability, it’s always two special roles and two wolves from 1–6, and the same from 7–12.
So Number 2 being a special role, and likely the Hunter, was very probable.
How good was Su Luo at this game?
She’d once made money helping people boost their Werewolf win rates and rankings, so she was extremely skilled.
To what extent?
When it came to the Hunter, Su Luo could basically tell just by someone’s tone.
In her eyes, Number 2’s speech was standard Hunter: timid but tough, insists on being a Villager, eager to be checked.
It couldn’t be more obvious.
As long as this last special role revealed themselves, Su Luo was one hundred percent confident she could win outright.
[Number 10, please speak.]