A Request

Inside the extra little hut without a nameplate, all the windows were now covered.

Five oil lamps were placed in the five corners of the room. A six-pointed magic circle was drawn on the floor, with a wooden table in the middle separating Yimo from the person across from him.

The gloomy surroundings made everything feel bizarre.

Under the flickering lamplight, Yimo raised the oil lamp in his hand and shone it at the other person's face. He even deliberately shook the lamp twice.

As the flames danced, the person across from him finally raised his gloomy face slightly.

"You... are you sick?"

"A shut-in who had never been a leader suddenly used a suicidal self-detonation to obtain a position like village chief that was actually not very useful, and then started abusing his power and lining his own pockets, satisfying his disgusting chuuni soul by messing around with this creepy crap?"

"Shibo, a useless shut-in?"

He spoke extremely quickly, his face full of displeasure and his eyes filled with disdain.

His eyes clearly said that this person was beyond saving.

That was right!

The person accepting Yimo's private conversation at that moment was none other than Ordinary Girl Village Chief!

Seeing that this entire series of actions had done nothing, and feeling his hand burning painfully from the oil lamp, Yimo placed it on the table and said, "It isn't really abuse of power. You're using that idiom a little incorrectly."

"Seriously, are you a wolf?"

"Also, you made that poker face, right?"

Yimo's tone returned to normal.

"Heh..." Ordinary Girl Village Chief snorted through her nose before saying disdainfully, "Would anyone really admit to being a wolf?"

"Likewise."

At that moment, the two of them had matching deadpan faces, and neither was taking the conversation seriously. To be honest, they could not get anywhere talking like this.

What was that saying again?

A meeting of evenly matched opponents!

"Still, it seems your bad taste is genuine."

"What a waste of resources!"

"I wonder who was bored enough to lend you all these oil lamps for you to waste."

Yimo chuckled. "Supreme One, Dieyu, Pikachu, Naughty Cat, plus the oil lamps from these two vacant rooms."

"So, what do you say? Want to temporarily join my faction?"

Ordinary Girl Village Chief lowered her head and replied indifferently, "Your faction? Aren't you afraid that you poked into a wolf's den and will be used as someone else's weapon?"

Yimo waved his hand casually. "As long as I don't die, that's good enough."

Ordinary Girl said, "Tsk... I only play for myself. I don't have any clues, so I'm leaving."

Yimo did not stop her and simply let her go. However, before she left, he could not help calling out, "Hey, do you need a boyfriend?"

Hearing that, Ordinary Girl turned around and said disgustedly, "Ugh... you're disgusting. You even like my type..."

"Sorry, but I'll have to decline. My stomach really can't take it."

"Oh, right. If I were a wolf, I'd definitely kill you tonight!"

With that, she pushed open the door and left.

Yimo scratched his head. He felt that Ordinary Girl was definitely not as simple as she appeared. After looking at his still-locked trump card, he continued calling in the next person.

It was the same routine. Although it had failed to scare Ordinary Girl Village Chief, it had managed to intimidate True Martial Emperor.

True Martial Emperor was completely dumbfounded as he watched Yimo shake the oil lamp. Seriously!

After a long while, he finally blurted out, "Brother, you're not a hunter. You're a witch, right?"

"No, no, no! A male witch!!!"

"Holy crap... that's way too scary!"

Yimo chuckled inwardly. This reaction was really interesting.

In any case, the people who had come in earlier had also given some excellent reactions after seeing this setup.

As for Yimo?

He set down the oil lamp and wagged a finger. "No, no, no. I'm a hunter—a hunter who knows a little witchcraft."

"Come clean. Are you a wolf?"

Hearing that, True Martial Emperor rubbed his large head and laughed. "Brother Shibo, I'm a good person."

Yimo said, "Everyone who came in before also said they were good people, but what they said was so pleasant to hear. At worst, they could still hand over an oil lamp!"

"Tell me the truth. If you don't provide some useful information, you'll be in danger tomorrow, brother!"

True Martial Emperor froze before slamming his palm onto the table with a bang. The oil lamp jolted, and the flames nearly went out from the impact. He looked quite fierce.

Yimo was so startled that he shrank backward, nearly getting intimidated.

But it was fine. With his poker face, the other party could not tell.

Seeing that intimidation was useless, Yimo pushed the wooden plate of flatbreads he had prepared in advance toward True Martial Emperor and said, "Brother, don't get worked up."

"Everyone except me is a suspect right now. You're so sincere that I believe you."

"Come on. Working so hard must have taken a lot of energy. You must be hungry, right?"

"We're distributing the food equally. This flatbread is my share. Take it."

"After eating my flatbread, tell me everything you know!"

In theory, Yimo was only playing around, and his acting was terrible. Unexpectedly, True Martial Emperor's eyes grew moist, and he really grabbed the flatbread and began eating it while saying, "Brother Shibo, you're so kind!"

"I'll tell you everything!"

"How did I, an excellent employee at a moving company who just liked reading novels, end up caught in something like this?"

"Ah, this is miserable!"

Yimo leaned forward and patted True Martial Emperor on the shoulder. "Who doesn't feel the same? I'm just a shut-in who played a game and ended up here. I understand your suffering. Come on, come on—what useful information do you have?"

"How can I prove I'm a good person?"

True Martial Emperor was genuinely a little moved, so he said, "Brother Shibo, you're gloomy, and the things you like are pretty creepy, but you're a good person. You shouldn't be a werewolf!"

"When Conan and I went up the mountain today, he kept telling me that you were most likely a werewolf. I almost believed him!"

"Looks like I misunderstood you!"

Yimo nodded. In fact, he had known long ago that Ferryman and Conan were suspicious of him.

It was just uncertain whether they genuinely suspected him of being a wolf or merely wanted to eliminate him.

Yimo rubbed his brow and tried to put on a reassuring smile for True Martial Emperor. Unfortunately, his poker face could not smile, so he could only say normally, "Oh, I see. It's fine. Although he wronged me, I think he may have only been thinking about helping the good people win. Perhaps he isn't a werewolf either!"

Hearing that, True Martial Emperor suddenly grabbed Yimo's hand with a smack, leaving Yimo stunned.

This guy isn't gay, is he?

With that huge body of his, Yimo felt a little intimidated.

"Brother Shibo, I'll go find Conan right now! I'll make him believe you, no matter what!" True Martial Emperor sounded incredibly earnest.

Yimo quickly stopped him.

"No, no, don't! Definitely don't say anything!"

"I appreciate your good intentions, but with this sort of misunderstanding, I think the two of us should communicate about it privately."

"If you go, and he doesn't believe me, he might instead suspect that we're two wolves. That would ruin everything!"

Yimo spent ages persuading him and was finally able to stop True Martial Emperor.

Before leaving, True Martial Emperor said to Yimo, "Brother, I trust you now."

"Oh, right. I'm that Idiot Card or whatever!"

"Ah, forget being a special role. What a terrible name."

"Don't worry, I'm not a wolf!"

As True Martial Emperor was about to leave, Yimo hurried over and grabbed his arm. Under True Martial Emperor's bewildered gaze, he said with utmost seriousness, "Don't tell anyone that you're the Idiot Card!"

"Just say that you're a villager card!"

"Otherwise, you'll die!"

In fact, Yimo had been talking to each person simply to get a feel for everyone's situation and their relationships with one another.

He also wanted to learn more about the direction future votes might take.

As for making the room so creepy, that had been deliberate as well.

He wanted to give everyone the impression that his abilities were actually mediocre and that there was something wrong with his head.

How should he put it?

He wanted to seem useless!

Otherwise, Yimo was genuinely afraid that he would appear too capable, become a target, and be eliminated early.

But he had not expected True Martial Emperor to be so simple-minded, exposing his identity so quickly.

Yimo felt that he did not seem to be lying at all.

So he genuinely considered True Martial Emperor's interests and issued the warning.

As for True Martial Emperor?

He had also sensed Yimo's concern. He patted Yimo on the shoulder and said, "Ah, Brother Shibo, don't worry. I'm not actually stupid. I definitely won't tell anyone else!"