“I think Number Nine is right. The last two Werewolves are hiding too well—without a Prophet, there’s no way to find them… I’m the White God here. Let me tell you, if the Werewolves try to fake-claim, they’re basically exposing themselves. Pass.”
[Number Eleven speaks.]
Number Eleven glanced at Number Ten, then fell silent for a while before speaking: “Mm… I’m holding a Villager Card, and I haven’t done anything suspicious this whole time, except for voting for Number Four. Personally, I suggest the Prophet check Number Seven next, just as a safe check. The Hunter should keep hiding, and Prophet, keep it up!”
Su Luo almost burst out laughing—Number Ten and Number Eleven were so out of sync with their act.
Even though Number Eleven finally caught on to Number Ten’s intent, anyone with a keen eye could tell that Number Eleven was the real White God, while Number Ten was only stepping up to take the hit and confuse the Werewolves.
First, Number Ten hesitated for a moment before claiming White God, even making a point to explain the benefits of doing so.
Then Number Eleven also wavered on whether to expose Number Ten, but ultimately chose to stay silent, only asking the Prophet not to check him first.
Alright, this round was in the bag.
Su Luo had already planned it out: tonight, they would take out Number Eleven, then tomorrow during the day, Number Five would reveal themselves, and then they’d take out Number Two.
Game over.
Encountering a Dungeon she’s good at was simply too enjoyable.
Once everyone finished their statements, the System notification sounded:
[Please select a player to vote out.]
Su Luo quickly clicked on Number Four—she needed to hurry and explore the Forest.
The smoother the game went, the more uneasy she felt.
She had a nagging feeling she was missing something crucial.
[Numbers 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, and 11 voted for Number 4.]
[Numbers 3 and 4 voted for Number 1.]
[Number 4 has died.]
[Number 4, please give your last words.]
Number Four, clearly furious, said, “We’re definitely going to lose this round! The Werewolves lost one right at the start, it should have been a sure loss, but with a big shot and a bunch of idiots helping them, they’re actually going to win!”
Since he was already dead, Number Four didn’t bother holding back and immediately started to spray his teammates.
“Useless teammates! Number Nine, you even let the White God step out—aren’t you just pointing out targets for the Werewolves? Seriously, it’s not the godlike opponents you need to fear, it’s the pig-like teammates!”
Number Four ranted indignantly at his teammates, conveniently ignoring the fact that, aside from his emotional outbursts, his statements throughout the game had been pretty much useless.
Number Seven was almost amused by his anger.
Even though Number Four had already vanished in a flash of white light, Number Seven still cursed, “What right does he have to call us pig teammates? Not only was he a Werewolf himself, even if he were a good guy, I didn’t see his statements being any good! Now he’s cursing us—what’s the point?”
Su Luo had no time to worry about their grudges—the game was already decided.
As soon as the restraints on her body disappeared, Su Luo quickly entered the Forest.
She found a secluded spot and activated her Talent Skill.
A flash of unremarkable white light passed, and Su Luo arrived at the place she’d last reached yesterday, then started running toward the Village.
This really was a small Village; at the entrance stood a large Banyan Tree, lush and full, with a round hole in its trunk.
There was a similar tree with a hole in Su Luo’s Orphanage—one of the few happy memories she and the other children had from childhood.
After lunch, the children would line up to whisper their secrets into the tree hole, pouring their endless worries inside.
Looking at this Banyan Tree, Su Luo felt a bit sentimental.
Soon, she composed herself and walked into the Village.
Suddenly, the System notification sounded.
Su Luo opened it to find a System announcement:
[The Dungeon has changed.]
She opened the System’s Dungeon interface and indeed found major changes:
[Dungeon: Real Werewolf (Solo, not in a party)]
[Task: Your team must win]
[Rules: 1. During the day, the Good side must expose the Werewolves; at night, the Werewolf side must kill the Good side. If all Villagers or Gods are killed, the Werewolves win. If all Werewolves are killed, the Good side wins. If the Good side wins, all dead Good side players are revived, and the Werewolf side all fail and die; vice versa.]
[2. Eliminating a Werewolf: +2 points]
[Eliminating a Villager: -10 points]
[Background: You were travelers camping outside the Forest to play Werewolf, but you unexpectedly found a Village deep inside the Forest, a Village constantly threatened by Werewolves. Now, the Werewolves have infiltrated the Village…]
[PS: Players who have not yet arrived at the Dungeon site must do so by 12:00 today, or you will be forcibly ejected from the Dungeon as a failure and die.]
Su Luo’s face darkened—she realized the System had tricked her.
No wonder, even though the System had already published the rules, it still repeated them before the game started.
That game wasn’t the real Dungeon task at all!
In other words, if they’d found this Village earlier, there would have been no need to play that game!
The System used two rounds of rule announcements and hid the Dungeon background, successfully deceiving them all!
What a rotten System!
Now it was already the third day of the Dungeon, and they’d wasted two days.
If she hadn’t insisted on coming to check, even burning a skill to do so, the System’s arranged Werewolf game would have wasted another day.
Su Luo had read on the Forum that standard Dungeons last for seven days, so they’d only have three days left.
Spend another day on the road, and there’d be no way to finish this Dungeon.
Su Luo was a bit shaken—just a little more, and she really would have died.
Even if it was her own fault for not noticing, dying like this was just too frustrating!
She didn’t know if it was just her imagination, or if it happened to everyone, but Su Luo felt that every Dungeon she entered was far more difficult than normal.
Maybe it’s because the other players noticed… or was it because of her perfect clear ratings?
Or maybe…
***
Meanwhile, the players at the camp were all bewildered.
They had no idea why the System had suddenly changed the background, nor did they know where the Village in the background was.
Just then, Number Six shouted, “Number One is missing!”
Everyone looked around, and sure enough, Number One was nowhere to be seen.
Someone remembered Number One’s odd behavior before.
“Number One goes to explore the Forest every day. But isn’t this Forest just supposed to be a boundary for the game area?” said Number Three.
Number Seven suddenly recalled, “Yesterday, around seven, I saw Number One come back pale and out of breath.”
Number Six said gravely, “Looks like Number One figured out something was wrong with this Dungeon early on. Today, she must have found the answer. The real Dungeon site—the Village—must be inside this Forest.”
With that, she walked straight into the Forest.
The others quickly followed.
At this moment, Su Luo was in the Village Chief’s home.
According to the Village Chief, Werewolves had appeared in the Village before, but under the protection of the gods, the Village was safe.
Yesterday, the Witch suddenly sensed that the Werewolves had infiltrated the Village, so they secretly hid the god’s relic.
The Village Chief continued to ramble, “The Witch foresaw that divine envoys would descend to save our Village, so she performed a ritual to summon you all. But the ritual was too draining, and she didn’t survive.”
As she spoke, the Village Chief’s eyes reddened.
“The Witch helped us so much, and now that she’s gone, we’re all very sad.”
‘Oh, so the ritual failed, and that’s why we didn’t arrive directly in the Village? Reasonable, believable… yeah, right! Not only did the System not tell us the real Dungeon background, it even deliberately muddled the story—this was all on purpose!’
Su Luo felt she really couldn’t see through this rotten game’s tricks.
Last round, there was a hidden task item; this time, it was even worse—they hid the entire Dungeon background.
No wonder she’d noticed so many odd things before.
In this game, you really can’t afford to overlook even the smallest detail!
“So, do we need to help you kill the Werewolves?” Su Luo interrupted the Village Chief’s endless monologue and asked directly.
The Village Chief replied awkwardly, “Yes, that’s right.”
“Then how do we tell who the Werewolves are, and how do we kill them?” Su Luo pressed on.
“Uh… this is a Spray that can test if someone’s a Werewolf. If you spray it on a Werewolf’s face, the Werewolf will lose human form and turn into a wolf.” The Village Chief spoke as she took a Spray Bottle from the table.
“Take it, child,” she said kindly.
“If you want to kill a Werewolf, besides using the Spray, you’ll have to rely on yourselves. Each Spray Bottle can be used on five Werewolves.”
Su Luo nodded, then suddenly asked, “Are there any restrictions on using the Spray?”
With so many System traps, she had to be extra careful.
Besides… there were some things she needed to confirm.
She sincerely hoped things weren’t as she suspected.
“Ah! Look at my memory—getting old really does make you forgetful.” The Village Chief slapped her forehead and smiled sheepishly.
“The Spray can only be used incorrectly three times. After three mistakes, it’s useless.”
So, although the more people there are to eliminate Werewolves, the better, the number of Spray Bottles is limited.
To avoid killing the wrong people, some may try to grab the Spray as soon as the game starts.
That could even cause casualties.
The Werewolves’ combat strength was unclear, but probably not too high—after all, most of the players here were newbies.
So, the pie is only so big; the fewer people, the better.
With that, the Village Chief handed the Spray Bottle to Su Luo.
Su Luo asked again, “Do you know how many Werewolves are in the Village?”
The Village Chief shook her head regretfully and replied, “No, if I did, things would be much easier.”
Su Luo nodded thoughtfully.
She asked one last question: “How many Spray Bottles are there in the Village?”
The Village Chief answered, “Ten bottles.”
“Alright. Thank you for answering my questions.”