The host smiled. "Although the voting is anonymous, I'll reveal how many votes each reported person has received."
"Execution requires more than half the votes. If it doesn't exceed half, then unless the voters revoke their votes themselves, they will remain in effect and continue accumulating until they surpass half."
Everyone broke out in a cold sweat.
"Come on..."
"We don't want this method of execution. None of us wants to escape from prison," Drunkard shouted.
No one had expected there to be one final rule allowing them to vote to execute others.
Sentence reduction, exoneration and pardon, prison break—the three ways to leave the prison were each crueler than the last.
They had been strangers to begin with, and now there were teams and vote-killing. This game would be filled with deception and violence.
The host smiled sweetly. "Hm? Didn't you say you weren't going to look for keys? Since no one has decided to become an escapee, why would you report anyone else as one? Isn't this rule optional?"
"Or... are you actually planning to become an escapee deep down, which is why you hate this rule so much? You wish it didn't exist..."
Drunkard jumped up and roared, "Bullshit! Don't talk nonsense! I have no intention of looking for keys. I'm just afraid someone might abuse this power and kill the wrong person!"
"This game is designed so viciously. Aren't you afraid you'll play us all to death and leave no one for the third stage?"
"Oh... haven't you noticed that at least one person will survive this game?" the host replied perfunctorily.
Clearly, rules were rules. Protesting would not change anything.
And while these rules seemed cruel, it was practically impossible for everyone to die.
Unless they all starved to death alive. Otherwise, someone would definitely