Breaking the Deadlock; Xie Antong's Soul-Bewitching Words

Because the game had ended so abruptly, things were slightly different from the usual format.

After the Arbiter's voice had made everyone's eardrums ache, the arrival of night this time brought an uncontrollable wave of dizziness over everyone.

Back in their rooms, they needed several breaths before finally recovering their senses.

Clearly, Xie Antong had most likely accomplished what she had said before—ending the game right now.

Her unfinished sentence had actually affected and accelerated the game's progress—there had been no vote during the day!

Even the most crucial voting-marking period, the one that could affect the pranksters, had been skipped entirely as they entered the night directly!

Everyone had their own thoughts about that unfinished sentence, but those most worried were naturally the—real pranksters!

Inside Xie Antong's room.

The atmosphere here could only be described as terrifyingly gloomy.

Xie Antong sat in a chair at the center of the room, while her teammate Xue Zou stood silently in a corner, keeping her distance.

Xue Zou had already withdrawn the gray mist surrounding her body. With a weary face that still bore signs of injury, she silently watched Xie Antong.

When had you started suspecting me?

Why did you have to be so clever...?

Yet Xie Antong did not seem to feel that anything was wrong with the atmosphere. She uncapped a bottle of potion and poured it into her mouth, then spoke to herself.

"This is the mental potion I use most often."

"Normally, I inject it directly into my head. The blood receives the stimulation faster, and it is closer to the brain."

"But now, I feel that the effect through the gastric mucosa is slower and gentler. It gives me the feeling that I can gradually adapt to pleasure through my own strength."

Xue Zou listened