One-for-One Trade at the Limit!

At nine o'clock, Yimo received a system prompt.

"Congratulations on becoming the Village Chief for this game. You have 1.5 votes during the trial voting phase. If you die and are eliminated from the game, no other Village Chief will be appointed."

Following this system prompt, a simple, ancient-looking badge appeared on the chest area of Yimo's short-sleeved shirt. It was impossible to remove and symbolized his status.

The environment was quite dark, with only a sliver of moonlight shining through the wooden window.

Yimo didn't examine the badge closely.

Where was he right now?

In one of the two empty thatched huts.

Hiding in a corner next to the wardrobe.

What was Yimo thinking?

The game rules didn't specify what time nightfall was, or when the werewolves could come out to kill.

He wondered if he could hide in another hut and secretly observe who the werewolves were.

Although the risk was high, Yimo still wanted to try.

If he succeeded in identifying the werewolves, his chances of victory would increase infinitely!

But because the timing was uncertain, waiting around was quite boring.

While studying the game rules, he looked at the items he brought into the game before entering.

He hadn't brought the lighter or the Desert Eagle; the 16 points were wasted.

Although he had brought his watch and it was still on his wrist, it was of little use since there was the system time.

The candy cigarettes were not simple. Three boxes had a calming effect, and two boxes had an invigorating effect.

The former was for sleeping well at night, and the latter was in case he needed to concentrate better while thinking; he could just have one.

Of course, the effect was probably only on par with Red Bull, and no more.

Yimo took out his cloak and draped it over himself. He felt a bit chuunibyo, but he also felt that being chuunibyo wasn't bad; it was quite good~

In fact, he felt a little smug.

Finally, at 9:59 PM, the system prompt arrived.

"Night has fallen. All players, please return to your respective houses before 22:00."

Then, a countdown began.

Yimo didn't rush. After all, the system hadn't said that failing to return would result in game failure.

But as the time reached exactly 22:00, Yimo was completely stunned.

"Damn it!"

Then he quickly ran outside.

"Game Violation: Every 3 seconds, 1 game point will be deducted. If game points fall below 0, you will be judged to have failed the game and face a penalty of annihilation."

The mocking voice of the system's loli echoed in his ears.

Then came:

"-1"

"-1"

"-1"

Terrifying, wasn't it?

Yimo only had 139 points left in total!!!

If he didn't return to his room within seven minutes, he would be directly game over!!!

"Damn, damn, damn, damn!!"

Yimo felt that this was probably the most strenuous sprint he had ever made, apart from the last game. It definitely wasn't graceful.

But survival was the priority, so there was no shame in it.

He almost tripped when he left the thatched hut.

He used all his strength, even though he had no memory of it.

But Yimo believed that he must have had that much power!!!

Huh???

However, as soon as Yimo ran out of the hut, he saw someone run out of the public thatched hut next door, sprinting desperately just like him.

Whether it was telepathy or coincidence, as Yimo looked at the other person, that person also noticed Yimo.

Then, both of them froze.

Yimo instinctively covered his face with his cloak, revealing only his eyes. The other person was wearing a tight-fitting suit and a hood, looking like a little black person. They were much better prepared than Yimo.

Their first thought was that they couldn't let anyone know who they were.

Then.

"Ferryman!"

"Siba Jungler!"

Damn it, they had just blurted out each other's names.

Hey, there were only 12 players in total, and they could completely tell who was who just by their builds.

The atmosphere at this moment was incredibly awkward.

And it was perfectly synchronized; they both stopped in their tracks, warily watching each other.

"Hehehe, coming out so late, perhaps it's because you're a werewolf and don't need to go back?"

Yimo feigned composure, but the system's loli voice saying "-1" in his ear was incredibly irritating.

But despite the irritation, he couldn't lose face.

The Ferryman heard this, touched the black hood covering his nose, and also sneered, "Hehehe, then perhaps you're also a werewolf and don't need to go back?"

The Ferryman kicked the ball right back.

Then the two of them just stared at each other, as if whoever moved their feet first was a dog.

Yimo didn't know how many points the other person had, but his own were not many. He had less than 5 minutes left to get back to his thatched hut with his current points, and he knew that dragging this out wouldn't work.

He stopped pretending and directly took off the black cloak covering his face, saying, "I'm not a werewolf, I'm the Hunter."

"It seems I may have misunderstood you, hahaha..."

"We're all good people."

"It's just."

"Brother Ferryman, do you have enough points?"

As Yimo spoke, he took out a stimulating candy cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and dangled his legs, giving the impression he was ready to have a good chat.

In reality, he was panicking like crazy!

But, you know, he didn't want to admit defeat to this argumentative guy!

This time, he'd go for it!

The Ferryman heard this and actually took an apple from his pocket, held it, rubbed it, and looked at Yimo, saying, "Brother Siba Jungler, what's up, aren't you lighting your cigarette?"

Yimo dangled the candy cigarette clamped between his fingers and said, "Hahaha, it's rare for no one to be bothering us right now, let's chat for a while, no rush. I'm tired from running just now, I'll smoke after resting a bit."

"Brother Ferryman, aren't you going to eat this apple?"

The Ferryman rubbed the apple and said indifferently, "Eh, didn't I just finish running? I'm afraid of my stomach dropping, I'll wait a bit too."

As a result, the two of them were stuck again.

Were they anxious?

They were really anxious.

Yimo's candy cigarette was almost broken from being clamped so tightly, and he kept fidgeting.

The Ferryman rubbed the apple back and forth with both hands, even rubbing off the skin.

Finally, neither of them could hold back and said almost simultaneously.

"I'll say it."

"I'll say it."

The two of them froze. Yimo, as if being very generous, waved his hand and said, "You say it!"

The Ferryman rubbed the now smaller apple and finally said, "That's right, after all, I have leadership skills and experience, so I should be the one to say it."

"Points are earned with our lives, it's not good to waste them for nothing."

Yimo quickly nodded upon hearing this, "You make a lot of sense, I don't advocate for waste either."

"Then..."

"Run!"

Following the Ferryman's voice, the two of them sprinted away at the same time.

Yimo looked at his remaining less than 80 points and was incredibly anxious. His legs were moving back and forth so much that Yimo thought they looked like propellers.

But...

Damn it!!!

That Ferryman was too fast, he had already thrown Yimo over 100 meters behind.

Yimo looked at his remaining 31 points and finally shouted, "Brother Ferryman, I have something to say."

The Ferryman was stunned by this and stopped, asking somewhat anxiously, "What is it? Are you admitting you're the Hunter because you're running slow and want me to pull you along?"

"Hehehe, it's not impossible. Call me 'Big Brother,' and if you honestly tell me everything you know, I might be able to help you."

Even though the Ferryman's hood was soaked with sweat and his anxious legs trembled uncontrollably, his tone of voice was exceptionally arrogant.

Hmph, Siba Jungler, I'm fast enough to outrun you and wear you down!

What about Yimo?

Splash!

Suddenly, Yimo lifted their cloak, extended their left hand forward, and blocked their right eye with their right hand, striking a ridiculously chuunibyou pose. Then, they flicked aside the bangs on their forehead, revealing eyes filled with amusement and excitement.

"No, no, no, I wanted to tell you."

"I'm here, so I'm out, bye!"

With that, Yimo dove straight into a nearby thatched hut.

What about the Ferryman?

Seeing Yimo so infuriatingly and smugly disappear into the thatched hut, the Ferryman was stunned. After three seconds, and at the cost of 1 point, he yelled, "Damn it!"

"You just wait!"

Then, he turned and sprinted towards the outermost small thatched hut.

The speed...

Heh, incredible!