Avoiding It Was Impossible!

The familiar white space, the familiar system prompt.

'Game entry countdown: 10 minutes.'

'Game name: Werewolf (Cupid game mode)'

'Game type: Survival.'

'Other information: Unavailable.'

'Please select the items you need to purchase, and set this game's nickname and appearance.'

With his sickly status attached, Yimo couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw the prompt.

He had played Werewolf before—and quite a few games at that.

Perhaps everyone assumed it was the online version of Werewolf, which differed from the offline version.

After all, Yimo was practically a shut-in's shut-in, the kind who rarely left the house.

But that wasn't actually the case. For special reasons, Yimo had played in-person Werewolf more often than online Werewolf!

It was just that those were all part of his dark history, and he didn't want to bring them up.

He always felt that something about the system's prompt was off...

After thinking it over briefly, he finally realized it. The game's type was strange—it was actually listed as survival.

How should he put it? Considering the behavior of this Death Game app, there was indeed nothing wrong with that classification. Still, Yimo felt awkward about it, wondering whether the game he was about to play would differ from both online and in-person Werewolf.

But it wasn't important, so Yimo stopped thinking about it.

Without giving it much thought, he had already set this game's nickname as "Siba Jungler."

After setting that up, he hurried into the character-customization section. The first thing he did was fix his cold, fever, and sore-throat status.

His throat hurt whenever he moved it. Playing Werewolf with a voice like this would be asking for trouble, wouldn't it?

"Hm-hm, so that's what this is good for." When Yimo said this, his voice was much deeper than before, with a faint hoarseness. He sounded nothing like a twenty-year-old young man, but more like a forty-year-old uncle whose voice had grown raspy from years of smoking.

As a professional VTuber, Yimo had long since reached a godlike level at voice imitation. He had even fixed his voice in a feminine register, so he had to search for his male voice again.

But now that he had restored his voice, he adjusted its tone so that, after entering the game, he could switch to one that sounded more convincing and made his emotions harder to judge.

Though this kind of voice was somewhat hard on his throat.

After that, Yimo directly adjusted his facial nerves, making his slightly messy hair look much neater while deliberately keeping his choppy bangs to partly cover his eyes.

Yimo gave himself a sickly condition: facial paralysis!

Werewolf was a game of judging truth from lies. An unfathomable voice, a blank expression, and what he considered a sufficiently clever brain—Yimo felt that this was already an instant kill!

All he needed now was a good role!

His luck wasn't too bad.

This round would be an absolute victory!

It was practically like cheating!

Once he had the thought, Yimo acted on it. He didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the previous round, so he immediately tapped the settings.

'Do you confirm using the appearance you adjusted?'

"Confirm!"

Yimo watched his points drop from 199 to 177, then looked at his utterly expressionless, paralyzed face in the mirror. He felt considerably more comfortable.

There were still six minutes before the game began.

Yimo went to browse the shop again and exchanged for the following items.

Sports digital watch: 4 points.

Black Cloak: 1 point.

Lighter: 1 point.

Five boxes of Candy Cigarettes (candy): 1 point.

Desert Eagle: 15 points.

After completing the exchange, he had exactly 150 points left. His mild obsessive-compulsive tendencies made him feel much better—but when he saw a mask that cost just 1 point, he hesitated!

Wait! Making himself this expressionless had cost him a full 20 points.

But couldn't he have gotten the same effect by exchanging just 1 point?

Had he suffered a huge loss this time?!!

To be honest, perhaps because of its unusual design, Yimo thought that minotaur mask looked rather cute.

Well, if he wore that to play this game, wouldn't he...

Be the first one eliminated?

Forget it, forget it...

After thinking it through, Yimo finally abandoned the idea.

Once he was ready, Yimo tested the character-customization system again.

He also learned that changing his appearance in reality would consume a tremendous amount.

But he could also do it little by little.

For example, directly adjusting his real-life appearance and physique to match Schwarzenegger's would cost an absurd 59,998 points.

But if he merely adjusted his leg muscles to Schwarzenegger's level, Yimo would need 5,000 points. For a single game, that came to only 250 points.

As long as he didn't mind his appearance becoming disproportionate, he could take it slowly.

"Roar, roar, roar! One day, I'll have strong muscles too!"

"Yeah, right!"

Yimo mocked himself with a wicked grin. As the countdown to the game's beginning drew closer, he instead calmed down.

This was... a Death Game...

But if it was Werewolf, then at least more people would survive, right?

He couldn't... afford to be softhearted...

After giving himself a round of psychological cues, Yimo finally raised his head and said expressionlessly, "Heh heh, let's begin!"

"Give me an awesome game card, and an amazing Werewolf role card."

"Damn system, let me show you just how European Emperor I am!"

As Yimo's voice became low and hoarse,

when he was truly about to enter, he still felt a trace of unease and nervousness.

Who could guarantee that they would definitely survive?

The game began.

3... 2... 1...

'Game entry successful. Do everything you can to survive~'

The system's teasing voice echoed in Yimo's ears.

.

His mind swayed, and after a brief daze, he woke again.

Before he even opened his eyes, he sensed the fresh air of nature, mixed with the scents of spring water and plants. His entire body felt exceptionally comfortable.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a primitive round thatched hut, primitive wooden fences, various primitive tools that couldn't be found in the real world, and a huge circular wooden table. A bronze pillar stood at its center, filled with the vicissitudes of time.

Eleven players, standing or sitting, each with distinct clothing and appearances, also entered Yimo's field of vision.

Before Yimo could take a careful look, his vision was covered by the breathtaking card-drawing system.

Countless glittering cards spread out flat, then gathered together, their backs continuously flashing with multicolored light.

Yimo stared fixedly at the cards and prayed repeatedly in his heart.

"Give me an SSR, an SSR+, an RRS, an RRS+!"

"Let me show you the terror of an European Emperor!!!"

"Oh, right, don't give me that stupid girlfriend!"

He prayed silently in his heart as the card stopped directly on a Qicai card back and flipped over. A Qicai halo rippled outward.

Having already experienced it once, Yimo had closed his eyes to prevent the light from blinding him again. A trace of unease stirred in his heart.

Something... didn't feel right...

Then he heard the system notification.

'Congratulations! You drew another SSR+ card, an exclusive limited card: Inner Persona Girlfriend.'

'Card description: Be grateful! Even the lifespan you were supposed to have in your next life has been sacrificed into this! You're not even single anymore, yet you were assigned a beautiful girlfriend again in the Death Game! Heh... Greedy! Burn her, then bury her.'

Yimo expressionlessly opened his eyes and looked at the card covered in mosaics, as well as the terrifying 100% displayed in the Alter Ego data.

"Oh... my god!!!"

His low, hoarse voice, carrying a faint sob like a ghost wailing, echoed through the ancient mountain forest.

The second Death Game had begun!