Competing for Votes? Why Does Everyone Want Me to Vote for Them?!

After hearing the Arbiter's response, Chiyo Eon's eyelids twitched as she said:

"So that's how it is. Another game that can be cleared very easily?"

"So, clearing the daytime game is simple. Even getting more than five victories is easy."

"That's why the Dark Clown is more murderous, wanting to reduce the number of players as quickly as possible."

"Is that right?"

If she had been speaking normally before, as though she were addressing everyone,

then for these last few sentences, she looked directly at Xie Antong, as if conveying her judgment to her.

Xie Antong looked into her eyes and smiled faintly, without giving any indication of agreement or disagreement.

The Arbiter likewise gave no response to her deduction, as though he had not heard it at all.

Like a heartless machine, he spoke:

Player "Chiyo Eon," your time is about to end.

Please quickly provide your judgment of the statement.

"Is there still any need?" Chiyo Eon sneered.

"It's already come to this. The focus of this round is one of the three of us."

"After all, that guy who's been sleeping doesn't look like he'll wake up. When his turn comes, he probably won't say anything either."

"So there's no need for me to give some description proving my identity in response to that sentence. Let's just vote in the end."

Arbiter:?

No, why did it feel like your descriptions were getting more and more perfunctory as things went on?

Player Chiyo Eon, you have ten seconds left. Please make use of your time.

Chiyo Eon ignored him. She merely closed her eyes slowly and began regulating her breathing, healing her wounds.

She was the only one who had been attacked for two consecutive nights.

Just like that, she used up all her time without giving any