As midnight struck, the werewolves received the system notification and came out almost immediately.
Just as if by prior agreement, they met at the circular table in the middle.
The nights during the Mid-Autumn Festival had already grown somewhat chilly. The bright moon should have been hanging high in the sky.
But perhaps a sudden rainstorm was approaching. More and more dark clouds obscured the stars scattered across the heavens, hiding the waning moon that should have been so enchanting.
Two figures emerged from beneath the trees on either side.
No...
They could not be called humans!
Their bodies were covered in dark-blue fur. They were lean and lanky, yet their sharply defined forms were clearly packed with explosive power. The sharp claws on their hands glinted with a cold light.
Both stood over two meters tall!
Werewolf A sat at the circular table in the middle and chuckled. "Heh, putting on the act of such a goody-goody, are you? Not bad!"
Werewolf B approached and raised a wolf claw in greeting. "Likewise. You, on the other hand, attracted no one's attention, so you're safer than I am."
"But if we're talking about hiding well and winning everyone's trust, we still have to give it to that Wolf King, don't we?"
Werewolf A looked displeased at that. "Tch, hers probably isn't acting at all. That's just her personality."
"She's taking forever, though. She's still not out after all this dawdling."
"Could she have fallen asleep?!"
"Damn it!"
Werewolf B glanced at the system time. Ten minutes had already passed, and he could not help laughing. "Haha... She's a girl, after all. Maybe she's afraid of this sort of thing and is hiding because she doesn't dare come out. That would be normal."
"It's only the first day, so it doesn't matter."
The werewolf stretched his maw into a grin. Every pointed tooth inside could easily tear a human body apart, making them the finest weapons of all.
Werewolf A spat impatiently. "Bah! We're playing a Death Game. Does she expect to keep her hands clean?"
"I'll go drag her out!"
With that, Werewolf A headed toward the Wolf King's lodging, but Werewolf B stopped him at once.
"Don't. Didn't the system say we can only choose one thatched cottage door to destroy and kill one player?"
"If she doesn't open the door, are we really going to waste this chance to eliminate someone?"
Werewolf A was furious. He slammed one claw brutally into the tree beside him.
Crack—!
The tree, as thick as an adult's thigh, split apart at the trunk from the blow and toppled to the side.
After venting his anger, Werewolf A felt the unparalleled strength surging through him. The sensation was exhilarating and pleasurable, and his mood improved considerably. He stopped bothering with the Wolf King and said to Werewolf B, "Forget that useless fool. We'll have a chance tomorrow during the day. I'll talk to her alone then!"
"Heh heh, the Wolf King can kill someone upon death. If we get the chance, eliminating her during the day wouldn't be a bad choice."
"Only, it would be best to wait two or three days."
"It'd be too irritating if she just coasted to victory with us for nothing."
"Hey, who do you think we should kill?"
"The Witch will probably save someone tonight. Have you figured out who looks like the Witch?"
The Witch had two potions. At night, she could save one person once and poison one person once.
Normally, if the werewolves killed the Witch, she could not save herself. The rules of this game had not said that self-saving was forbidden, but that did not change the fact that the Witch was still the werewolves' primary target.
What the system rules did not state did not necessarily mean something was allowed or forbidden.
It was simply unknown.
Werewolf B said, "I couldn't tell who the Witch was, but there is someone who does look like he received a special role."
Werewolf A brightened at that, and his mood improved further. He could not help saying, "Looks like you're a reliable teammate. If everyone were like the Wolf King, this game really would be too difficult."
"You mean that Ferryman?"
Werewolf B replied, "His identity can't be determined yet. I suspect he might be Cupid, or a Villager."
"With his appearance and personality, if he had received a special role, he absolutely would have tried to seize Siba Jungler's village chief position. He wouldn't have chickened out in the end."
"I may not be good at much else, but I'm very good at reading people."
Werewolf A nodded. "I don't know why, but compared with that seemingly deranged Siba Jungler, I feel that Ferryman is extremely dangerous. His gaze is too aggressive, and he looks far too clever."
"But it doesn't matter. The Witch will probably save someone tonight, so killing anyone amounts to the same thing."
"By the way, you're not part of a couple, are you?"
Werewolf A was not part of a couple. The nasty part of this Cupid Werewolf game setup was that a third faction could appear.
That was, Cupid could choose two people to become a couple, with one belonging to the good faction and the other belonging to the werewolf faction.
If the werewolves were about to win in the end, but one of them happened to be a traitor paired with a good player, they could collude during the day and deliberately vote themselves out. That would be infuriating.
Werewolf B was clever and slippery, and Werewolf A knew it. So he had to make sure.
Werewolf B replied, "Brother, look at me. Do I look like someone Cupid would choose?"
Werewolf A said, "Fair point. I'm not part of a couple either, so don't worry!"
"By the way, who was that person you said looked like they had a special role?"
"Let's go kill him!"
Werewolf B said, "Heh heh, Boss Qian!"
Werewolf A watched as Werewolf B headed toward Boss Qian's thatched cottage. He frowned slightly, wondering if he had heard wrong, and could not help asking, "Huh? Why him?"
"He deliberately verified Siba Jungler's identity and ingratiated himself with him so he wouldn't be targeted and eliminated during the day!"
"He didn't stand out at all today. Doesn't that mean he's probably a Villager?"
Werewolf B walked with his hands behind his back. "Brother, you misread him!"
"He told everyone he was a merchant, and a fairly capable one at that."
"To verify whether what he said was true, I specifically chatted with him for a while this afternoon and tonight. He really does have considerable experience in business."
"How should I put it? He lacks innovation, but he's very seasoned—the way someone who has been in business for many years would be."
"But if he really has been in business for decades, how could he waste a crucial game card just to win the Hunter's favor?"
Werewolf A asked, "Couldn't he have thought Siba Jungler might be a werewolf? Maybe he did that to prove it and to keep everyone from underestimating him?"
Werewolf B continued leading the way and said meaningfully, "No, no. The essence of a merchant is profit-seeking and selfishness—maximizing benefits."
"As the saying goes, no merchant is honest."
"Especially not someone who has been in business for many years."
"Compared with gaining everyone's favor from the start, that decent game card would have been far more valuable for saving his life if he ran into danger during the day!"
"But he didn't do that!"
"Why?"
"He has an identity—one that can convince everyone during the day!"
"And that move was simply meant to make everyone think he was a good person, while making them believe he had no special identity and needed to curry favor with Siba Jungler during the day to ensure his own safety."
As Werewolf B spoke, a smile appeared on his face. Yet with his loathsome appearance, it seemed especially sinister.
They had arrived at Boss Qian's thatched cottage!
"Come on. Let's see."
"Whether he's the Witch, the Idiot, or the Seer!"
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