Grouping

Yimo's village stood at the foot of a deep mountain forest.

The dense growth of ancient trees all around made everyone realize that this place was probably truly isolated from the outside world.

Yimo quickly finished dividing everyone into groups.

First group: Old Du Liu, Old Qian Ben, Ferryman, and Cthulhu.

The two oldest players, along with the aloof engineering man Ferryman and the seemingly modest office worker.

Second group: True Martial Emperor, Conan, Supreme One, and Ordinary Girl Village Chief.

Aside from True Martial Emperor, who seemed relatively sincere, everyone else in this group had their own distinct traits.

Conan wore an inscrutable expression. Supreme One thought he had already joined Yimo's side and was acting extremely arrogantly. Ordinary Girl Village Chief looked thoroughly displeased, making people not want to interact with her at all.

Even a hearty man like True Martial Emperor failed to win her favor.

The third group was Yimo's group. Taking full advantage of his position as village chief, he assigned three of the four female players to his own group.

Of course, Yimo had hesitated over whether to put Pikachu or Ordinary Girl Village Chief in his group.

But when he saw the look of disdain in Ordinary Girl Village Chief's eyes, as if she were looking at trash, he ultimately went along with her wishes and did not let her join his group. Even so, she still mocked him.

"Ugh... That's seriously disgusting!"

This made Yimo start feeling annoyed whenever he looked at Ordinary Girl Village Chief. Unfortunately, she was too unreasonable, and he couldn't directly fall out with a sixteen-year-old girl. He could only avoid seeing her and endure it!

Then he began assigning everyone their tasks.

The village wasn't particularly large, but it wasn't especially small either.

It was surrounded by waist-high sharpened wooden stakes. Aside from the huge circular table in the center of the village and the so-called execution site inside it, what drew the most attention was the collection of small, round thatched huts.

How should he put it?

Their primitive state even reminded Yimo of the thatched huts of the primitive tribes in the African rainforests shown in movies. They were so flimsy that he suspected a slightly stronger wind or rainstorm could blow them away.

As for the rest, there were some stone carvings, tools for labor, small plots of farmland, and so on in the village.

No one had carefully inspected the place, so they naturally had no idea what else was there.

Yimo also had no intention of taking everyone around to inspect the thatched huts and check every location. That would take too long and might interfere with his upcoming plans.

So he assigned the tasks: the first group would inspect the various small thatched huts and confirm whether there was anything useful or unusual inside.

The second group would look around the village to see what was there, whether there were any usable tools or edible food, and whether there were any inexplicable places.

Once the assignments were made, the eight people in the two groups began moving.

Yimo waved and called his group members over. "Hey, beauties, let's go do some work too!"

Yimo had intended to say it in a cheerful tone, like they were going on an outing.

Unfortunately, combined with his deep, hoarse voice and his expressionless, deadpan face, it immediately took on a different flavor. Instead of sounding cheerful, he sounded lifeless and dispirited.

It was as if...

An unscrupulous boss had assigned them an especially troublesome task, and they were deeply resentful as they dragged themselves off to work without any motivation.

Well, after Yimo finished speaking, the atmosphere instantly fell silent.

Looking at the scene, Yimo scratched his head and wondered whether he had overdone his act. Should he change his voice?

Good grief. At this point, everyone probably saw him as not a werewolf, but certainly not a good person either.

Seeing the three of them thinking, Yimo's expression grew even gloomier, as if he were plotting some wicked deed. The atmosphere immediately became even more awkward.

Dieyu still seemed to be thinking about the separate introductions Yimo had mentioned earlier.

Pikachu, meanwhile, looked at the other two girls. By comparison, her own figure and appearance seemed to have been insulted, which made her furious. She ignored Yimo as well.

Instead, Naughty Cat, whose cheeks were slightly flushed and who was nervous, looked left and right. She finally couldn't take the atmosphere anymore and raised her hand. "Oh, oh, oh! Everyone, do your best!"

"Let's try to make it out alive..."

She seemed to want to encourage everyone and liven up the awkward atmosphere, but she was timid and easily embarrassed. By the end, her confidence had faded and her voice had grown quieter. Her face turned bright red with embarrassment as she covered it with her hands and lowered her head, secretly peeking at the others with some fear.

Pikachu frowned at that, thinking Naughty Cat was deliberately acting cute. She glared at her. "Tch. How could everyone possibly make it out alive?"

"This isn't our first game. What a high-level green tea."

"Mm..." Naughty Cat became even more embarrassed at her words. She turned her head away, not daring to look at Pikachu.

Pikachu weighed over two hundred pounds and was probably over 175 centimeters tall. She looked particularly formidable. Combined with her hostile tone, it made Naughty Cat instinctively afraid.

Dieyu, on the other hand, snapped out of her daze at those words and revealed an especially confident smile. She glanced at Naughty Cat, walked over, and patted her on the head. "Big Sister Naughty Cat, you're really cute. Dieyu's so envious~"

"Don't be afraid. Everyone will definitely do their best to survive and leave the game."

Naughty Cat looked at Dieyu emotionally, but with a trace of fear, she asked, "Can we really make it out alive?"

Dieyu proudly patted her chest, tilted her head, and blinked. "Of course. I believe we can!"

It had to be said that Dieyu's energetic appearance was indeed quite healing. After hearing her words, Naughty Cat felt much less pressure, and her tense shoulders relaxed considerably.

Pikachu, however, was extremely displeased as she watched the two of them. She walked toward Yimo and said, "Hey, handsome Siba Jungler, the other two groups are handling everything in the village. What are we going to do?"

Yimo glanced at Naughty Cat and Dieyu, who was already winking at him as if asking for praise. He knew he no longer needed to comfort Naughty Cat. He couldn't help thinking that assigning Dieyu to his group had been the right decision. It would save him quite a bit of trouble.

But then he looked at Pikachu, who seemed to have a trace of admiration in her eyes, and his expression soured again.

Being somewhat liked by someone didn't seem to be a good thing sometimes.

If she used force, Yimo's small frame really wouldn't be able to resist!

Fortunately, players couldn't attack one another during the day.

He didn't dwell on it. He snapped his fingers and said, "As for us... of course we're going to do the most important thing."

"Slacking?" Dieyu walked over holding Naughty Cat's hand. She placed a finger against her lips and tilted her head mischievously, looking incredibly cute.

Yimo couldn't help wanting to spend more time with her and pat her little head.

But it was ultimately inappropriate, and he couldn't see through her thoughts at present either. He shook his head.

"No. We're going to see whether we can get out of this village!"

During the previous game, Yimo had been in too much of a hurry and hadn't properly inspected the various rooms or checked whether anything strange was hidden in the mine tunnels.

Searching for hidden information and items and making use of them during a game was one of Yimo's habits.

He simply wasn't sure yet whether these Death Games had been designed with such things in mind.

But in any case, they had to take a look.

Yimo brought the three girls to the village entrance. When he saw three bamboo baskets that were completely out of place with their surroundings, he immediately froze.