Can't Dodge, Can't Escape!

The familiar white space, the familiar system prompts.

"Game start countdown, 10 minutes."

"Game Name: Werewolf (Cupid game mode)"

"Game Type: Survival."

"Other Information: Not available."

"Please select and purchase your desired items, and set your nickname and appearance for this game."

Yimo, who was experiencing a sickly state, frowned slightly upon seeing the prompt.

He had played Werewolf before, quite a few times.

Perhaps everyone thought it was online Werewolf, different from offline.

After all, Yimo was a shut-in, the kind who never went out.

But that wasn't the case. Due to special circumstances, Yimo had played more in-person games (face-to-face) than online games!

However, those were all his dark history, which he didn't want to bring up.

He always felt something was off with the system's prompts...

After a moment of thought, he finally realized that the game type was strange, being survival.

To put it in perspective, considering the behavior of this app's death games, it wasn't entirely out of place. Still, Yimo felt awkward, wondering if the game he was about to play would differ from both online and in-person versions.

But it was no big deal, so Yimo stopped thinking about it.

Without much further thought, he had already set his nickname for this game to "Siba Jungler."

After setting it, he quickly entered the character creation phase. The first thing he did was fix his cold and fever symptoms.

His throat hurt with every movement. Forcing him to play Werewolf with that voice would be fatal!

"Heh heh, so this is its useful application." As Yimo spoke, his voice was much deeper than before, with a slight hoarseness, completely unlike a 20-year-old young man. It sounded more like a 40-year-old uncle whose voice had become hoarse from long-term smoking.

As a professional VTuber, Yimo's voice manipulation was already god-tier. He had even fixed his voice to a female one, and now he had to find a male voice again.

However, he had now fixed his voice back and was currently adjusting his vocal cords to adopt a voice that would be more convincing and harder to read for emotions once the game started.

Even though this kind of voice was a bit taxing on his throat.

After finishing that, Yimo directly adjusted his facial nerves, making his slightly messy hair neater. He deliberately kept some bangs, partially covering his eyes.

Yimo added a condition for himself: facial paralysis!

Werewolf was a game of judging truth and falsehood. A difficult-to-read voice, a poker face with no expression, combined with his own belief in his intelligence—Yimo felt this was an absolute win!

All he needed was a good role!

His luck wasn't too bad.

This time, it was a guaranteed win!

It was like cheating!

As soon as he thought of it, Yimo didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the previous round. He directly clicked on settings.

"Confirm to use your adjusted appearance?"

"Confirm!"

Yimo watched his points drop from 199 to 177. Looking at his expressionless, paralyzed face in the mirror, he felt much more comfortable.

There were still 6 minutes until the game started.

Yimo went to the shop again and browsed. He exchanged the following items:

Sports digital watch: 4 points.

Black cloak: 1 point.

Lighter: 1 point.

Candy cigarettes (sugar) 5 boxes: 1 point.

Desert Eagle: 15 points.

After the exchange, he had exactly 150 points left. Yimo, who had a slight case of OCD, felt much better. But then he saw a mask for 1 point and hesitated!

Wait! His facial paralysis, which he had spent 20 points on, was it not possible to achieve the same effect with just 1 point?

Did he just get ripped off this time?!!

Honestly, that Minotaur mask, perhaps because it was quite bizarre, Yimo found it quite cute.

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

Be the first one eliminated?

Never mind...

After thinking it through, Yimo finally abandoned his idea.

Having prepared, Yimo tested the character creation system again.

He also learned that changing his real-world appearance would consume a massive amount of resources.

But he could also be economical about it.

For instance, directly adjusting his real-world appearance to Schwarzenegger's physique would cost an almost unattainable 59,998 points.

However, simply adjusting his leg muscles to Schwarzenegger's level would only cost Yimo 5,000 points, or just 250 points per game.

As long as he didn't mind a mismatched appearance, he could take his time.

"Hahaha, one day I'll have muscles like that too!"

"As if!"

Yimo jokingly retorted, watching the game's start countdown tick closer, and felt himself calming down.

This was... a death game...

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

Can't... be soft-hearted...

After a round of self-hypnosis, Yimo finally looked up and said expressionlessly, "Heh, let's begin!"

"Give me a damn good game card, and a powerful Werewolf role card."

"You damn system, let me show you the extent of my luck!"

Following Yiluo's low, hoarse voice.

When it was actually time to enter, he still felt a sliver of unease and nervousness.

Who could guarantee they would definitely survive?

The game began.

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

『Successfully entered the game. Please do your best to survive~』

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

His consciousness flickered, a brief moment of disorientation, then he woke again.

Before even opening his eyes, he felt the fresh air of nature, mixed with the scents of springs and plants, making him feel incredibly refreshed.

Opening his eyes, he saw a primitive round thatched hut, a rough wooden fence, various primitive tools unseen in reality, and a large circular wooden table. In the center stood a bronze pillar, bearing the marks of time.

Standing or sitting, 11 players with distinct clothing and features met Yimo's gaze.

Before Yimo could examine them closely, his vision was overwhelmed by the stunning gacha system.

Countless shimmering cards spread out, then converged, their backs radiating various colors.

Yimo stared intently at the cards, praying in his heart.

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

"Let me show you the terror of a lucky player!!!"

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

He prayed silently in his heart, watching as the cards finally settled on a rainbow-colored back, flipped over, and a rainbow halo rippled outwards.

With his previous experience, Yimo closed his eyes to prevent being blinded by the light again, feeling a flicker of unease.

This feels... not right...

Then, he heard the system's prompt.

『Congratulations, you have drawn another SSR+ card, exclusive limited edition, Inner Persona Girlfriend.』

『Card Description: Be grateful, your lifespan for the next life has been sacrificed! Even though you're no longer single, you've been assigned a beautiful girlfriend in a death game! Hmph... Greedy! Burn it all and bury it!』

Yimo opened his eyes expressionlessly, looking at the heavily pixelated card, and the terrifying 100% for his Inner Persona data.

"Oh... my god!!!"

A gloomy, hoarse cry, tinged with a hint of a wail, echoed through the deep mountain forest.

The second death game had begun!