Coming Out

Yimo figured it out.

Since he could no longer hide a low profile and had become the center of attention,

then fine, he would become the biggest center of attention!

He would reach the point where they could look at him but wouldn't dare lay a finger on him!

Yimo's move had been incredible. Not only had it frightened Supreme One into falling into the mud, but everyone nearby had also been intimidated. They watched him warily, as if he were a murderer.

Old Du Liu, the oldest person there, didn't retreat. He stroked his beard and said, "Siba Jungler, kid, are you admitting that you're a werewolf?"

"I'm old. It wasn't easy for me to live this long, so don't come after me today."

"Your grudges are among the younger generation. You can settle them yourselves."

As soon as he said this, Supreme One became even more frightened. He shouted at Old Du Liu, "You stinking old man! You were the one stirring things up the most just now!"

Then he hurriedly said to Yimo, "Brother, I was just talking nonsense earlier."

"I know. You definitely aren't a werewolf!"

"Ah, it was all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

When Supreme One looked at Yimo now, that gloomy, expressionless face of his looked terrifying, like the leader of their whole area.

The more he looked, the more he felt that Yimo was someone who must not be provoked and was actually incredibly powerful. He immediately backed down.

In reality, Yimo simply had a naturally expressionless, deadpan face. Supreme One had been scared witless by Yimo's few words, which was why he had developed the false impression that Yimo was unbelievably formidable.

Yimo lowered his head, and his eyes were once again half-covered by his broken bangs. He stared disdainfully at Supreme One and said, "You weren't just talking nonsense."

Supreme One said, "No, no, I was talking nonsense. Big brother, I was wrong."

"Let me off!"

Although the blond delinquent Supreme One had begged for mercy, there were still straightforward, hot-blooded people among the others.

The man with the nickname True Martial Emperor was in his thirties, over 1.85 meters tall, broad and muscular. With all those muscles, he looked either like a manual laborer or a bodybuilding coach. He stepped forward and said, "Why should we be afraid of him?"

"Other people may be afraid, but I'm not!"

The woman named Pikachu, who weighed over two hundred pounds and had an extremely arrogant-looking face, also stepped forward. "That's right. It's not like he can kill all of us, right?"

"You may be able to kill people today, but the witch has a potion that can save someone."

"Everyone can still be alive tomorrow, but you'll definitely be voted out!"

Upon hearing this, Yimo glanced disdainfully at the two of them. In full view of everyone, he walked toward the round wooden table not far away.

He pulled over a wooden chair, turned it around, and sat down on it with great swagger. Crossing his legs, he looked at everyone and said, "Huh? Did I ever say I was a werewolf?"

As Yimo spoke, everyone froze.

Good grief. You weren't a werewolf, yet you were acting this arrogantly? Were you trying to get yourself killed?

Hearing this, Supreme One realized that he wouldn't be singled out and killed. He felt emboldened again and crawled out of the mud. Although he had been scared into wetting himself, his clothes were so filthy that nobody could tell. His confidence was still somewhat lacking, but he said, "Y-you... didn't you... say you could kill people?"

Snap!

Yimo snapped his fingers, then formed his hand into a pistol and pointed it at Supreme One. "Who says only werewolves can kill people?"

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Siba Jungler, twenty years old. My occupation is shut-in, loser, and hardcore otaku."

"I'm petty and always get revenge."

"But my luck is pretty good. I drew a special-role card—the Hunter Card."

"There's a gun in this hand."

"I don't care who the werewolves are. If someone annoys me, then when I die, I'll make sure to take him down with me!"

The hunter was a special role with a special ability: after dying, he could kill one player.

As Yimo mimed shooting Supreme One,

Supreme One was so scared that he nearly fell over again.

Although everyone had their doubts, nobody dared to voice an objection.

Yimo swept his expressionless gaze over the crowd. Most people chose to avert their eyes.

Dieyu made a heart shape with both hands toward him, while Ordinary Girl Village Chief lowered her head, seemingly disdainful.

A mature, aloof man who looked like the smartest person there wore glasses. He examined Yimo as if he were thinking through and analyzing something.

And Yimo?

After finishing, he raised his voice smugly and continued.

"Card description: You are a seasoned hunter with excellent marksmanship. Unfortunately, werewolves are omnipotent at night, while villagers may also be foolish and ignorant. There's nothing you can do about any of that."

"But it doesn't matter. Even if you die, you can still fire a lethal shot and blow their brains out~"

Every game and card came with a description.

After Yimo finished his smug recitation, he stood up somewhat disappointedly, spread his hands, and said helplessly, "Actually, I wanted to draw a werewolf card."

"In this game, being a werewolf is the most enjoyable role, isn't it?"

"You know who your teammates are, and you can kill someone every night!"

"Heh, that's why I'm annoyed!"

"But even if I'm annoyed, I can still kill someone as long as I die."

"So, everyone here, do any of you still have a problem with me?"

After a silence as quiet as a grave, Old Du Liu was the first to step forward.

"I think this is a good thing. Now that Siba Jungler has stepped forward,"

"we have one fewer person to suspect of being a werewolf. His youthful courage is truly something even this old man admires. He can lead everyone to victory!"

"Come to think of it, aren't we choosing the village chief today?"

"This position belongs to Siba Jungler!"

"What does everyone think?"

Following Old Du Liu's speech, most people chimed in. However, Ordinary Girl Village Chief stretched out her neck and said, "I want to be the village chief!"

Uh...

Most of the people present froze and looked toward the extremely ordinary, slightly gloomy Ordinary Girl.

How should they put it?

Actually, that gloomy, deadpan face did look a little like Siba Jungler's!

But why on earth were she and the even darker-looking Siba Jungler butting heads?

Was she afraid she would live too long?

Old Du Liu asked after hearing this, "Little girl, you have quite a nice name. Could it be that you also have a special role?"

Ordinary Girl Village Chief said, "Villager Card."

After Ordinary Girl finished speaking, everyone looked at her as if she were an idiot. For a moment, they were speechless.

Was there something wrong with her head?

Nobody took her seriously. Old Du Liu chuckled and said, "It's good that you have the ambition, little girl. Hahaha..."

"But this position should still go to Siba Jungler. After all, he's currently the only person who's unquestionably a good guy."

Upon hearing this, Ordinary Girl finally stopped talking. However, the corners of her mouth pulled upward, and she looked somewhat unhappy, as if she were throwing a little tantrum.

But nobody paid any attention to it. Of the twelve people present, Ordinary Girl looked the youngest, appearing to be only around sixteen.

Just as everyone had decided to make Yimo the village chief, someone stepped forward and raised an objection.

"Everyone, don't be so hasty."

"I still want to ask everyone: is there anyone among you who really is the hunter?"

"If there is, step forward."

"Otherwise, if he isn't the hunter and really is a werewolf, everyone may end up being completely deceived."

The speaker's nickname was "Ferryman." He wore a spotless designer suit and leather shoes, stood well over 1.8 meters tall, and had a great figure. He gave off the aloof aura of an elite technical professional and looked like a manager. He was around thirty and was currently touching the bridge of his nose.

He had been one of the few people who dared to meet Yimo's gaze earlier.

Following his words, everyone around them began sizing one another up.

Yimo stood with his arms folded, completely confident.

If anyone claimed to be the hunter now, then it would prove that one of the two was lying.

The focus shifted onto Yimo and that man.

They had entered a life-or-death showdown.

Unless someone was an idiot, nobody would step forward and claim to be the hunter.

Right!

There was no way anyone would step forward!

But...

Just as Yimo was thinking this,

someone really did step forward.

"Everyone, I..."