Chapter 33: A Witch Poisoning a Hunter? Don't Make Me Laugh!

"Has Number 7 deduced any roles? You seemed quite accurate in identifying roles last round."

Crow gestured with his hands, a faint smile lingering at the corners of his mouth.

Number 4, Pure Jade, nodded as well. "I think Number 3 has a role. What do you all think?"

Number 10, Early Summer, added, "I also feel Number 3 isn't a plain villager. Number 7, what's your take?"

Seeing the gazes of his three wolf teammates fixed on him, he nodded. He pressed his pinky and ring finger together, then his middle and index finger together, forming a specific hand signal.

"I think Number 3 is either the Guard... or the Hunter."

To avoid being accused of having an unnervingly precise ability to deduce roles, Wang Changsheng had added the Hunter into the mix while relaying Number 3's true identity to his teammates.

Number 10, Early Summer, asked, "Oh? Guard or Hunter? Could it be the Witch? If not, let's just go with Number 3."

Wang Changsheng shook his head.

Seeing his disagreement, Number 6 smiled. "Then why don't we kill Number 2? He also looks like he has a role."

The four wolves deliberated for a moment.

Only when the moderator displayed the countdown on the screen did they confirm their choice with a hand gesture.

[Your target for the kill is]
[Number 2]
[Please close your eyes to confirm]

Except for Wang Changsheng, masks appeared on the faces of the other three werewolves.

[Evil Merchant, please open your eyes.]
"Please select the companion you wish to trade with."

Wang Changsheng decisively signaled for Number 4.

[The companion you wish to trade with is]
[Number 4]
[Please close your eyes to confirm]

A mask appeared on Wang Changsheng's face as well.

Shortly after, the system signaled the player who had received the skill. Then came the Seer's inspection. Through the large eye-hole in his helmet, Wang Changsheng saw Number 12, Cheng Xiao, open his eyes.

He chose to inspect Number 5. It was a "golden water" card (confirmed villager).

After the eyes closed:

[Witch, please open your eyes.]
"Player Number 2 has been targeted tonight. Do you wish to use the antidote? Do you wish to use the poison?"

Wang Changsheng peeked stealthily, trying to see who the Witch was. When he saw who had opened their eyes, he nearly laughed out loud.

"Holy cow! We actually killed the Witch on the first night??"

Wang Changsheng inwardly called out to the heavens. He couldn't help but glance at Number 6, Crow, beside him. Since he hadn't known the other players' identities on the first day, he hadn't directed the kill. It was Crow who had suggested it. It was Crow who had said Number 2 might have a role. And with one strike, they had taken out the Witch!

"This kid is really something!"

Wang Changsheng’s level at Werewolf was only slightly above average. His reasoning was decent, but he lacked the edge of a true professional. However, if he could confirm others' hidden cards, he could reverse-engineer the logic from the result. Once he had the answer, how he spun the narrative was entirely up to him.

"I might not be great at building logic from scratch, but if I have the answer key, I can absolutely dominate!" He gripped his hidden card tightly.

"It seems I still have a lot to learn. If I rely solely on cheats without improving myself, I might not be able to out-talk world-class masters even if I know the answers." Wang Changsheng made a silent resolution. Since he had come to this world and become a professional player in a game he loved, he would go all the way to the end and become the best.

As he contemplated his path forward, he watched the Witch, who looked shocked and conflicted. Number 2 was a girl from a team ranked outside the top twenty—barely scraping by. And now, she had been targeted. If she chose to use her poison and got a good person, not only would her personal score be deducted, but the victory of her faction would be at stake. If her faction lost because of that one vial of poison, her team would likely miss the national finals.

"I was so excited to get the Witch! I was even thinking about mimicking the Witch's play from the last round, and then... I got hit!" Number 2 looked bitter. She scanned the room, looking at the other eleven players, feeling completely torn. "Who should I poison? Who killed me?"

Her gaze drifted toward Number 7, Wang Changsheng. "Should I splash him? Could it be him who killed me?" She hesitated, then gave up the thought. "No, he seems like a plain villager. I looked at him right after I got the Witch card, and I couldn't deduce anything. He shouldn't be a wolf or a god."

Finally, under the moderator's countdown, she turned her gaze toward Number 8 across from her. "Forget it, it's going to be you!"

She signaled the moderator. Her decision to poison Number 8 wasn't entirely baseless. When she first opened her cards, she had looked at Wang Changsheng, then at Number 8. Compared to Wang Changsheng’s plain appearance, this guy looked like he was hiding a role. So, after thinking it over, she decided to splash Number 8.

[Please confirm your target]
[Number 8]
[Please close your eyes to confirm]

The moderator's deep, magnetic voice sounded again.

[Hunter, please open your eyes.]
"Please confirm the status of your skill."

Seeing Number 2 poison Number 8 and put her mask back on, and then watching Number 8 open his eyes to check his skill status, Wang Changsheng almost burst into laughter.

Holy hell! The Witch poisoned the Hunter? Two gods taken out on the first night?? And his teammate still had a hunter's rifle?? This was incredibly dramatic!

Wang Changsheng wished he could turn back time. During the wolves' planning phase, he should have told Number 4 not to claim the Seer role while holding the hunter's rifle, but to claim the Hunter instead! Just play aggressively! But alas, the past was the past. There was nothing he could do. In truth, even if he had told his teammate to claim the Hunter, the outcome would have been much the same as claiming the Seer. The situation would still depend on how the game unfolded.

Wang Changsheng let out a long, silent breath. It was fortunate that the game mask was strapped to his face; even if he made a sound, the system would block it. Through the large hole in his helmet, he clearly saw the moderator give Number 8 a giant 'X' when he checked his skill status. The look of utter confusion on Number 8's face was priceless.

"??? My skill can't be used? The Witch poisoned me directly?!"

A tsunami of frustration roared in his heart. He suddenly understood the line: "At that moment, there was a tsunami in my heart, but I just stood there quietly, letting no one know."

Number 8 put his mask back on with a miserable expression.

[Daybreak.]

The moderator's resonant voice echoed through the space. The masks on all the players' faces gradually faded away. Wang Changsheng forcibly suppressed his amusement, putting on a look of naive bewilderment.