I'll Kill You, How About It?

What kind of game is Werewolf?

At night, the werewolves kill people and they are eliminated.

During the day, a group of people communicate and act through dialogue to determine who the werewolves are, and then vote to eliminate one player each day.

Villagers are good people with no special abilities, and roles are good people with special abilities.

If either the villagers or the roles are eliminated first, the werewolves win.

If all the werewolves are eliminated, the good people win.

It's just that this game will be more complicated. There might be a so-called third-party faction, but the chance is not high, so we don't need to consider it for now.

In this kind of game, the worst thing is to become the focus and attract everyone's attention.

If there's a loophole in your words, or if you haven't spoken about others, you might be considered a werewolf by everyone during the day and directly voted out.

And in this game, the death game.

Elimination means death.

Yimo looked up at the arrogant, overbearing, and extremely arrogant yellow-haired youth standing beside him, pointing at him.

He looked alright, but his face carried a hostile aura. He had a black earring in his right ear, wore a floral short-sleeved shirt, jeans with a chain, and a ghost tattoo on his arm. He looked to be in his early twenties.

If he hadn't deliberately changed his image, he would probably be a street thug.

He looked and sounded like one.

Just then, the other players around were also attracted, most of them watching the show, not intending to intervene.

One person even came out to support the accusation.

He looked around 25 years old, wearing a shirt and dress pants. Yimo remembered his nickname was "Cthulhu." He looked quite refined: "Judging by what Supreme One means, he must have discovered something crucial, otherwise he wouldn't be so agitated, right?"

"Everyone might as well listen. If he really found a werewolf, it would be a good thing for everyone!"

Supreme One was the yellow-haired youth's nickname.

It seemed reasonable, but Yimo knew that this person was on the yellow-haired youth's side.

Most of the others nodded.

Yimo specifically looked at Dieyu. At this moment, she deliberately showed a meaningful smile but didn't intend to help.

The ordinary girl, the Village Chief, lowered her head slightly, showing a poker face with a hint of mockery. Clearly, she couldn't be bothered with them.

Surprisingly, "Naughty Cat," who seemed the most timid, spoke up for Yimo: "Um... the game has only... just begun..."

"Isn't it... too..."

She stammered, her voice very soft, clearly very scared.

Upon hearing this, Supreme One glared fiercely at Naughty Cat and then rudely interrupted her: "You're helping her? I think you're a werewolf too?"

"Hahaha, everyone, look, I've found two wolves for you!!!"

The oldest person present looked to be in his late sixties. He was wearing a black and red Taoist robe, looking very calm and sharp. He was Old Du Liu.

He stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "A young hero emerges. If a wolf is found right from the start, it's a good thing for everyone."

"I believe this young man, Supreme One, is confident in his judgment to be so sure."

"Why don't you tell everyone?"

"If everyone thinks this Siba Jungler might indeed be a wolf, they will naturally vote him out!"

Supreme One nodded and then spoke.

"Listen up, everyone!"

"Because I was the closest to this person when I entered the game, I could see clearly!"

"That strange cry just after the start was made by him!"

"I naturally noticed and have been observing him!"

"After the game rules were announced, he has been observing everyone, just like a werewolf looking for a victim!"

"Heh, everyone can see it. With his gloomy look, he probably got the wolf role!"

"And after the roles were assigned, as expected."

"I personally saw him lower his head, his face turning somewhat dark. Although his expression didn't change."

"But I could feel his unhappiness!"

"It's just like playing cards and getting a bad hand!!!"

This was, of course, Supreme One's experience. After speaking, he swayed proudly a few times, looked around at the people, and finally concluded.

"This person called Siba Jungler got the wolf card, which is why he looked so unhappy!"

"He is that werewolf!!!"

As Supreme One finished speaking, most of the surrounding players were sizing up Yimo.

Indeed, because he had deliberately put on a poker face, he looked like everyone owed him five million. His expressionless face was very punchable!

With his bangs also a bit long, half-covering his eyes, he indeed looked rather gloomy.

Instantly, everyone's impression of him, combined with the Supreme One's words, soured.

Besides those who were hesitant, a few players were actually swayed and thought he might really be a werewolf.

Yimo looked around. With no one speaking up for him anymore, he felt a sense of self-mockery.

Heh, this is a death game. Everyone just wants to survive, right?

On the other hand, Dieyu seemed to want to help, but didn't actually speak out, her brow furrowing slightly.

In the previous game, someone had approached him and brought him into the game.

Although their ultimate goal was for him to survive, they had still pushed him forward when facing Twilight.

But at least, they hadn't shown such malice.

That Guanyin Jade Pendant was now hanging around Yimo's neck.

His words echoed in Yimo's mind.

"Actually, this is only my third game. We're in the same boat, but try not to seem too incompetent, or you'll be targeted and it'll be dangerous."

He had deliberately adopted a poker face and kept his bangs long precisely because he didn't want to be too conspicuous and targeted in this game.

But the Supreme One's disdainful expression told Yimo blatantly.

He was disliked, so he had to die first!

"Heh, I hit the nail on the head, got nothing to say?"

"Hahaha, you trash, just wait to die!"

"Fuck!"

The Supreme One's arrogant words echoed in Yimo's ears.

Black flames began to ignite in Yimo's heart, then completely spread throughout his body.

Oh...

This game wasn't about finding and eliminating the opposing factions.

It was...

As long as I don't die, that's all that matters, wasn't it?

"You... kid..."

"Can you kill people?"

Yimo lowered his head, his deep, hoarse voice sounding as if it came from hell. The Supreme One instantly felt a chill run down his spine, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back before shouting defiantly, "What are you talking about!"

"I'm a good guy, how could I kill anyone!"

"You werewolf, don't think such low-class tricks can make me fall for it!"

"I think it's you who can kill people!"

"You werewolf!"

He stared intently at Yimo.

And Yimo?

Hearing this, he covered half his face with one hand, then threw his head back, laughing heartily, "Ha... hahaha..."

His gloomy, hoarse voice echoed through the ancient forest village, chilling everyone around them. They unconsciously distanced themselves from him.

Yimo raised his head high, his left eye now visible from beneath his bangs. With his morbid excitement, his pupils showed a red blood moon, looking terrifying.

Then, looking down from above, as if at an ant, he gazed at the Supreme One, who was already frightened.

"Yes."

"I can kill people."

Cold...

Like a demon from hell.

He was smiling, yet his face was expressionless.

"So, what if I kill you?"

Hearing this, the Supreme One stumbled back a few more steps, his heel kicking a stone, causing him to fall backward into a mud puddle.

Covered in mud, his face ashen, he trembled as he looked at Yimo and stammered, "You you you... you..."

He wanted to say, you werewolf.

But his mind could only repeat Yimo's words.

'What if I kill you?'

It felt as if an invisible hand had fiercely gripped his heart, a palpitation and suffocating sensation constantly present. All his previous arrogance had turned into mockery and humiliation from others at this moment.

The Supreme One had soiled himself.