Each Prepared Separately

Yimo returned to his thatched hut and did not even wait to close the door.

With a "snap," the door shut on its own. It was rather frightening.

Yimo tentatively tugged at the door, but it could no longer be opened.

The room had no oil lamp lit. It was completely dark.

After pressing the electronic watch on his wrist to light it, Yimo followed the faint glow to the wooden table, removed the cover from the oil lamp, and lit it with a match. Only then did the small hut gain a weak light.

The brightness was poor, about the equivalent of three candles.

During this time, Yimo also walked over to the window and examined it carefully.

The window itself had offered an excellent view, but now it was completely black. He could not see the slightest bit of what was outside.

That made sense. If they could see outside through the window and find out who the werewolf was, then the werewolf would have no way to play.

Yimo could understand that, but he was still very displeased with the pitch-black view.

Good grief!

He himself had rather twisted tastes and liked doing creepy things, but why was the game system even more twisted?

Wouldn't it have been better to hang a limited-edition Mizuhoshi maid stainless-steel promotional poster there?

It was already a Death Game, which was irritating enough. At least let them feast their eyes on something nice!

Instead, it had made everything pitch-black, with the darkness swirling like fog and making "whoosh, whoosh" sounds. Was it trying to scare people?

With an atmosphere like this, timid people would probably be scared sleepless.

After all, even if an octopus monster crawled out of that dark fog, it would not seem out of place at all.

Yimo stopped thinking about it and walked to the door. He wanted to try using a wooden stick or something to see whether he could make a hole.

But after looking at his remaining ten points and wiping away some sweat, he decided to forget it.

He had better not get eliminated by the other players, only to throw his own life away.

As he thought, he took out his identity card.

Like the game card he had drawn at the start, the identity card could be materialized. The difference was that game cards could be made public, while identity cards could not be shown to others.

Yimo looked at his identity card, his expression growing even gloomier. After tugging at the door and confirming that it still would not open,

he took out a soothing candy cigarette, put it between his lips, and murmured,

"I wonder what time the werewolves can act, and what time we can leave in the morning..."

"Forget it. I won't think about it..."

Yimo stood up and walked to the table, extinguishing the oil lamp. The room fell back into darkness.

Then, using the faint light from his electronic watch, he felt his way to the wooden cabinet, opened the door, and climbed inside.

After closing the cabinet door, he found that he could just about fit in the narrow, pitch-black space.

Expressionless, he set the alarm on his electronic watch for five o'clock, leaned against the wardrobe, closed his eyes, and stopped thinking about anything.

Compared with the bed, the cramped space where he could touch the cabinet wall simply by stretching out his hand gave him a greater sense of security.

How many people would be able to fall asleep tonight?

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Inside Dieyu's little wooden hut, the situation was completely different from Yimo's.

At that moment, she was wearing only a camisole and pink lace-trimmed panties. Her full, rounded figure was clearly visible, and her slender legs were flawless. Humming softly, she looked at the soft bed, which was covered with a dense pile of skirts, and thought about which one to wear tomorrow.

The clothes, bedding, and thin summer blanket had all been bought by Dieyu with points from the game shop.

Including the wardrobe packed full of dresses, she had only used ten points in total.

"Should I put on a face mask?" Dieyu raised a finger to her lips, tilted her head back, and blinked in confusion. But she soon let it go. "Well, it seems there's no water..."

She quickly abandoned the idea and continued thinking about which dress to wear tomorrow.

She looked as though she was not worried in the slightest about dying that night.

As she hesitated, she suddenly noticed the candy cigarette on the bed, which looked rather out of place. The corners of her lips lifted. "Siba Jungler... you're really interesting..."

As she spoke, she picked up the candy cigarette and opened the box, inspecting the candies that looked exactly like real cigarettes. With a hint of excitement, she said, "I'd really like to see whether they're sweet."

"Unfortunately, it's not time yet." She pinched her dainty earlobe.

After saying that, she put away all the clothes on the bed and stuffed them into the already overcrowded wardrobe. Then she took out a black strappy chiffon dress, her eyes flickering strangely. "Then... I'll wear this tonight!"

To match it, she changed into a matching set of black underwear and walked toward the door.

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Inside Ordinary Girl Village Chief's room,

she sat on her built-in cushion, looking at the things arranged on the floor. Her face was gloomy as she laughed sinisterly. "Hehehe, just admit defeat. You can't win!"

Then she continued, "Hmph, what trash. How dare it expect me to admit defeat!"

"Go to hell!"

She took a black stone from the small box beside her and placed it on the go board in front of her.

The white stones' dragon instead fell into a disadvantageous position.

As it turned out, Ordinary Girl Village Chief was playing go against herself. Judging from the board, already crowded with pieces, it was obvious how serious and absorbed she was.

Thirty minutes later, Ordinary Girl finally finished a game against herself with great satisfaction. Then she suddenly froze and cried out, "Ah... is it already this late?"

"I actually forgot the important matter!"

As she spoke, she took her game card out of the system.

It was a card gleaming with silver light.

Without a doubt, it was an SR Card whose effect would be extraordinary!

'Eye of Truth'

'Effect: Check the identity of one player in this game, but this game card cannot be made public.'

'Card Description: Once you obtain this card, you are the MVP of this game! Even if you fail to find a single werewolf, can't it still help you find a trustworthy teammate?

Of course, if you are a wolf, you can also try to see whether you can discover a special role!

Limited to this game.'

Compared with the blatant mockery in Yimo's card description, the description on Ordinary Girl's card was clearly much gentler.

Who knew whether the game system had deliberately targeted Yimo, or whether Yimo really was that detestable.

Ordinary Girl did not hesitate at all. With a trace of excitement on her face, she activated the card directly.

"Hehehe, of course I'm choosing him."

"Come on, let me see what you really are!"

After she spoke, Eye of Truth flashed with dazzling light. That person's identity card and its written description appeared before Ordinary Girl's eyes.

Ordinary Girl Village Chief froze when she saw it. Then she could not help clutching her stomach and rolling around as she laughed without the slightest regard for decorum. "Hahahaha... hahahaha...!!!"

"I'm dying! I'm dying!"

"It's actually..."

"It's actually..."

At the moment Ordinary Girl was laughing her hardest, her expression suddenly changed, becoming incredibly gloomy. Lying on the floor, she clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Tch... boring..."

As the time reached midnight,

the werewolves also received a system notification.

'Deep night has arrived. The slaughter begins.'