After reviewing the game, everyone unanimously agreed that Player No. 1 had cheated—he was someone who had brought supernatural abilities into the match.
They all expressed intense... envy.
"Damn it, I want an ability like that too."
"Can I be on the same team as No. 1 next time?"
"Heavens, why are you so unfair?"
Soren was secretly shocked. These people really were high-level players; they had seen through him in a single game.
What a waste of all his earlier thoughts about hiding his ability.
Now it seemed completely unnecessary.
Everyone appeared to take such things in stride.
Once the review was over, every losing good player lost a leg.
Meanwhile, every Werewolf gained a leg. Those without legs gained one, while those who already had legs saw it converted into physical enhancement.
Soren could already feel that his speed had improved considerably.
The upper limit of speed depended entirely on talent. Like in the hundred-meter dash, everyone could train together, but some people could break ten seconds while you still could not no matter how desperately you tried.
At that moment, Soren felt that if he ran the hundred meters, he could probably break ten seconds.
And that was without any scientific training whatsoever.
The physique gained from an extra leg was that terrifying.
A cheetah could run the hundred meters in five seconds. If two people raced over that distance, the gap would be enormous.
He was incredibly excited and decided to keep playing.
He also decided to let himself go a little.
The second game began very quickly.
He drew a Villager card.
When it was his turn to speak, he said, "Everyone, listen to me. I have supernatural abilities. The wolf slots are 2, 7, 9, and 11. Don't doubt it at all. Witch, poison