I had to admit, Yimo had handled that exchange brilliantly.
He had left Cthulhu at a loss for words. Sweat kept dripping from his forehead, and his face had gone deathly pale.
"No... You're lying... You... You're lying...!!!"
Cthulhu muttered to himself, unable to stop mumbling. His earlier humility was nowhere to be seen; only a vicious glint remained in his eyes.
At this point, everyone else was completely unsure whether Yimo really was the Seer.
To be honest, the logic made perfect sense.
But... if he was the Seer, where had the Hunting Rifle come from?
Nobody could figure it out.
Wasn't a Seer with a Hunting Rifle just ridiculously overpowered?
Who could deal with that?
Dieyu looked at Yimo with undisguised fascination and admiration.
Naughty Cat, on the other hand, was still somewhat flustered and did not dare raise her head to look at anyone.
When Pikachu saw Yimo force a comeback all by himself despite being in an absolutely disadvantageous situation, she immediately ran over to him and patted him on the back. "Siba Jungler, bro, you're so cool!"
"No, no, I've fallen in love with you."
"When we get out, I'll treat you to a meal!"
How could Yimo possibly withstand Pikachu's enormous palm?
He quickly waved her off while coughing. "No, no, don't say that! Don't jinx it!"
"Anyone could die. Who knows what might happen? Especially me, the Seer—I might not even make it through tonight."
"We can talk about the meal later."
Yimo dodged Pikachu's palm and let out a sigh of relief. "Everyone knows who to vote for today, right?"
"I'm the Seer, and I'm a good person, so I'll do whatever it takes to help the good people win."
"I don't think Pikachu is a werewolf, and I don't think she's