Comfortable Times

On the way back, Yimo took the other three and casually looked around a small thatched hut.

Wooden stakes had raised the floor about half a meter off the ground. After climbing a few wooden steps, they entered a roughly twenty-square-meter circular space furnished with common items like a wooden table, cabinets, and tableware.

The bed was rather crude. Beneath the bedsheet on the wooden bed, there was nothing but a thin mattress—and straw!

There were no electrical appliances or powered devices in the room. The only light was an oil lamp that had to be lit by hand.

Although there was no lighter, there was a box of matches.

Yimo looked around. It was nothing special, but still within what he could tolerate.

Dieyu, on the other hand, turned pale when she saw the chamber pot in the corner of the hut. She was no longer able to remain calm.

Noticing Dieyu's reaction, Pikachu finally smiled and mocked her, "Being alive is already good enough. Why are you being so fussy?"

"Hahaha, I really wonder what you do outside."

"You don't look like some rich young lady. You look more like one of those actresses or car models—like a seductress."

Hearing this, Dieyu narrowed her eyes and thought for a moment before saying, "I am an actress and a model, and I'm still in university. Unlike you, Big Sister, I already have my own business and a good eye for people. I'm really envious."

It was clearly a compliment, but Yimo somehow felt that there was something hostile in Dieyu's tone.

Fortunately, he did not need to maintain the harmony himself, because the timid but warmhearted Naughty Cat went around the two of them trying to smooth things over.

Unfortunately, Pikachu mocked her as a "do-gooder" and a "green tea bitch." Naughty Cat became aggrieved, and Dieyu ended up comforting her instead.

There was nothing else worth looking at in the thatched hut, so Yimo took the three of them back to where they had started.

Of course, the huge sun was now hanging directly overhead, and the heat was unbearable.

Yimo guessed that the game was taking place sometime in the autumn, around September. Although it was hot, the air was no longer as humid. He carried a stool over and sat beneath the big tree.

Dieyu followed close behind. Naughty Cat seemed to want to make peace with Pikachu and tried to carry a stool for her.

"With that tiny body of yours, you might hurt yourself and then blame me for not having money to pay your medical bills!"

Pikachu had a sharp tongue, but her heart was unexpectedly kind. Not only did she refuse to let Naughty Cat carry her stool, she picked up two stools herself and swaggered toward the tree.

The four of them sat in a circle beneath the huge banyan tree. Dieyu sat relatively close to Yimo, holding both hands to her forehead as if looking into the distance. The scene felt almost like an outing.

Naughty Cat sat next to Dieyu.

Pikachu, on the other hand, disliked how hot it was with everyone packed together, so she moved a little farther away.

No one said anything. They simply enjoyed this brief, peaceful, comfortable moment in silence.

After about fifteen minutes, Pikachu could no longer stand the quiet, harmonious atmosphere. She carried her stool back and sat opposite Yimo, frowning as she said, "Hey, this is a Death Game. The three of you sat down here together, and now you look like a family of three."

"It pisses me off just looking at you!"

Dieyu covered her mouth and chuckled. Naughty Cat stretched out her head and said, "Actually... it's pretty nice... How about you be the mother?"

"Pfft!" Pikachu spat to the side, unable to bear it, then said, "Are you really this innocent, or are you pretending, sis?"

"You may look young, but don't tell me you're still a minor!"

"From the looks of you, you don't seem like one!"

Naughty Cat said embarrassedly, "I graduated from university just a year ago and work as a clerk at a company. People always say I look like a child..."

"I can't help it..."

"Stop, stop, that's enough!" Pikachu interrupted Naughty Cat. At two hundred pounds, she looked like a wrestler, and she could not stand hearing that. Still, she did not snap at her. Instead, she turned to Yimo and asked, "Brother Siba Jungler, are you really the Hunter?"

"I may not be good at it, but I've played Werewolf before. I'm not the type to simply believe whatever other people say. I understand how this works."

"Also, have you figured out who looks like a wolf?"

Hearing this, Yimo said firmly, "Of course I'm the Hunter. What else could I be?"

"A wolf? It's too early to talk about that."

"The game has only just begun, and we know too little."

"Besides, this is a game where people can die. I don't want to jump to a conclusion that I only think is correct."

"By the way, what role did you get?"

Pikachu nodded. "You're kindhearted, but kindness is useless in a game like this. I've played two games before, and the people in them were more treacherous than the last."

As she spoke, she pointed at Naughty Cat. "Someone who looks like that is the most dangerous! Her heart could be pitch-black!"

"Mm..." Naughty Cat looked pitifully aggrieved.

Pikachu was straightforward by nature. Seeing Naughty Cat's expression, she hugged her arms and shuddered, no longer looking at her as she said to Yimo, "Little brother, all I can say is that I got a good-person card. That's absolutely true!"

"But as for my exact role..." She glanced at Dieyu and Naughty Cat. "I can't say. I can secretly tell you later if you want."

"Right now, I suspect that one of you two little girls definitely got a wolf card!"

After saying this, she bent her fingers and continued, "Think about it. There are twelve of us and four women. Statistically speaking, at least one of us has to be a wolf!"

"That especially gloomy little girl doesn't look like a wolf to me."

"Hey, I don't know why. I just feel like she isn't one!"

"So, one of you two definitely has to be a wolf!" Pikachu said with a frown, utterly serious.

Dieyu and Naughty Cat naturally denied it outright.

Pikachu shook her head and sighed before saying, "Hey, let me make this clear first."

"I'm straightforward, and my mouth is a little nasty. That's because you two really are pretty, and I find you incredibly irritating to look at. It makes me so annoyed!"

"We were assigned to the same group, and we're all women, so that's fate. Don't kill me first. Let me live a few days, and we'll fight it out in the final circle!"

Dieyu smiled. Instead of responding to that, she said sweetly, "Sister Pikachu, you can use points to make yourself prettier."

"You couldn't do that before, but surely you can now."

Pikachu clapped her hands. "I've thought about it too, but it's not realistic!"

"Even if it were possible, it would take too many points to make a real difference. How many games would I have to play?"

"I might as well go straight to a beauty clinic for plastic surgery. But with my circumstances, I probably wouldn't have much hope even then."

"Besides, I can't stand delicate, pampered girls like you. The flesh on my arms makes me feel safer."

"In the last game, I beat the crap out of four strong men by myself. Hahaha..."

As Pikachu spoke, she started laughing herself, looking a little embarrassed as well.

Listening to the three girls chatting beside him, Yimo felt that this was the first time he had ever experienced something like this.

He had no intention of joining in. Instead, he suddenly felt a little reassured. Beneath the comfortable shade of the tree, he wanted to take a short nap.

But... he could not sleep after all.

The first and second groups had already returned one after another.