Entrustment

In the extra, nameless huts, the windows were now covered.

Five oil lamps were placed in the five corners of the room, and a six-pointed star magic circle was drawn on the floor. A wooden table stood in the center, separating Yimo from the person opposite.

The environment was eerie, everything felt so strange.

Under the flickering lamplight, Yimo raised the oil lamp in their hand, shining it on the other person's face, even deliberately swaying the lamp a couple of times.

As the firelight jumped, the person opposite, with a gloomy expression, finally slowly lifted their head.

"Are you... sick?"

"A shut-in who's never been a leader, suddenly blowing themselves up without fear of death, finally getting a position like Village Chief that's actually not very useful, and then acting recklessly, abusing power for personal gain, satisfying their disgusting chuunibyou soul, and doing these underworld tricks?"

"Sibo, you shut-in?"

They spoke rapidly, looking displeased, their eyes filled with contempt.

What was written there was the look of someone beyond saving.

That's right!

The person Yimo was having a private chat with at this moment was the Village Chief, the Ordinary Girl!

Seeing that their series of actions had no effect, and feeling a sharp pain from the oil lamp burning their hand, Yimo placed the lamp on the table and said, "Abusing power for personal gain is a stretch; that idiom is used a bit too loosely."

"Seriously, are you a werewolf?"

"Also, is that poker face of yours something you molded?"

Yimo's tone returned to normal.

"Heh..." The Village Chief, the Ordinary Girl, snorted through their nose and said disdainfully, "Would anyone really admit to being a werewolf?"

"We're in the same boat."

Yeah, at this moment, with two poker faces, neither of them had a particularly good attitude, and honestly, nothing much could be discussed.

How did that saying go again?

A match made in heaven!

"However, it seems your twisted taste is genuine."

"Wasting resources!"

"I don't know who's so bored they'd lend you these oil lamps to waste like this."

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

"How about it, want to temporarily join my faction?"

The Village Chief, the Ordinary Girl, looked down and said indifferently, "Your faction? Aren't you afraid of poking the wolf's den and being used by others?"

Yimo waved their hand indifferently, "At least I won't die myself."

Village Chief: "Tch... I only play for myself. I don't have any clues. I'm leaving."

Yimo didn't stop them, letting them leave. Just before they left, Yimo couldn't help but call out, "Hey, do you need a boyfriend?"

The Ordinary Girl turned upon hearing this, disgusted, "Ugh... you're so disgusting, you even like my type..."

"Sorry, I have to refuse. My stomach really can't handle it."

"Oh, and if I'm a werewolf, I'll definitely kill you tonight!"

After saying that, they pushed the door open and left.

Yimo rubbed their head, feeling that this Ordinary Girl was definitely not as simple as they seemed. Seeing that their trump card was still in its un-unlocked state, they continued to call the next person.

The same tactic, though it didn't scare the Village Chief, the Ordinary Girl, it did stun the True Martial Emperor.

The True Martial Emperor stared blankly at Yimo swaying the oil lamp, completely dumbfounded!

After a long pause, they blurted out, "Bro, you're not a Hunter, you're a Witch, right?"

"No, no, no, a male witch!!!"

"This... Holy crap, that's too scary!"

Yimo chuckled inwardly, finding the reaction quite amusing.

Anyway, everyone who had entered before had very interesting reactions to this setup.

As for Yimo?

Putting down the oil lamp, they wagged a finger and said, "No, no, no, I'm a Hunter, a Hunter who knows a bit about witchcraft."

"Confess, are you a werewolf!"

The True Martial Emperor heard this, patted their large head, and smiled, "Brother Sibo, I'm a good person."

Yimo: "Everyone who came in before also said they were good people, but their words were all so pleasant. At worst, they even handed over an oil lamp!"

"Confess honestly. If you don't reveal some useful information, you'll be in danger tomorrow, brother!"

The True Martial Emperor was taken aback, then slapped the seat with a "snap." The oil lamps "clattered," and the flames almost went out – it was quite fierce.

Yimo flinched back, almost intimidated.

But it's fine, my poker face means they can't tell.

Yimo realized that coercion was useless, so they pushed the wooden plate with the flatbread they had prepared in advance in front of the True Martial Emperor and said, "Brother, don't get agitated."

"Besides me, everyone is a suspect right now. You're so sincere, I believe you."

"Here, you're working so hard, it must be exhausting and make you hungry, right?"

"We'll distribute the food equally. This is my flatbread, it's all yours."

"Eat my flatbread, and then tell me everything you know!"

Logically, Yimo was just messing around, and their acting was quite terrible, but unexpectedly, the True Martial Emperor's eyes welled up. They really grabbed the flatbread and started eating, saying as they ate, "Brother Sibo, you're so kind!"

"I'll tell you everything!"

"You say I'm just an outstanding employee at a moving company who likes to read novels, how did I end up in this situation?"

"Sigh, it's really upsetting!"

Yimo leaned forward and patted the True Martial Emperor's shoulder, "Who isn't? I'm just a shut-in otaku who ended up here while playing a game. I understand your struggles. Come on, do you have any useful information?"

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

The True Martial Emperor was genuinely moved and said, "Brother Sibo, although you're gloomy and like creepy things, you're a good person. You shouldn't be a werewolf!"

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

"It seems I misunderstood you!"

Yimo nodded. In fact, they had known for a long time that the Ferryman and Conan were suspicious of them.

However, whether they genuinely suspected them of being a werewolf or simply wanted them out of the game was uncertain!

Yimo rubbed their temples, trying to put on a comforting smile for the True Martial Emperor, but since their poker face couldn't do it, they could only say normally, "Oh, oh, oh, I see. It's okay. Even though he wronged me, I think he might just be thinking too much for the good people to win. Maybe he's not a werewolf either!"

Hearing this, the True Martial Emperor suddenly grabbed Yimo's hand with a "snap," which startled Yimo.

Could this guy be gay?

With this big frame, Yimo was a little intimidated.

"Brother Sibo, I'm going to find that Conan right now and make him believe you, no matter what!!!" the True Martial Emperor said with great sincerity.

And Yimo? They quickly stopped him.

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

"I appreciate your good intentions, but for misunderstandings like this, I think we should talk privately when we have the chance."

"If you go and he doesn't believe me, he might instead suspect that both of us are werewolves, and that would be bad!"

Yimo persuaded him for a long time, and was exhausted, finally managing to dissuade the True Martial Emperor.

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

"Oh, right, I'm that 'Idiot'!"

"Sigh, calling yourself a divine role, what a terrible name."

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

As the True Martial Emperor was about to leave, Yimo quickly ran over and grabbed his arm. In the True Martial Emperor's bewildered eyes, Yimo said very seriously, "Don't tell anyone you have the Idiot card!"

"Just say you have the Civilian card!"

"Otherwise, you'll die!"

Actually, Yimo had talked to everyone individually just to understand their situations and relationships with each other.

To get a better understanding of the future voting trends.

And the reason the room was made so creepy was intentional.

To give others the impression that their abilities weren't that great and that they had some mental issues.

What's the word?

Incompetent!

Otherwise, Yimo was truly afraid of appearing too capable, being targeted, and getting eliminated early!

But they didn't expect the True Martial Emperor to be so naive and reveal his identity so quickly.

Yimo felt that he didn't seem like he was lying!

So, they genuinely warned him out of concern.

As for the True Martial Emperor?

He also heard Yimo's concern and patted their shoulder, "Sigh, Brother Sibo, don't worry, I'm not really stupid. I definitely won't tell anyone else!"