269: I think so too

"Ah~"

The more Nan Wuji thought about it, the more terrified he became. With bloodshot eyes, he jumped up and rushed straight toward the woman.

The students cried out in alarm, while the tourists watched with anticipation.

Under everyone's gaze, Nan Wuji grabbed a bowl of meat broth and began to gulp it down.

If you drink the soup early, the probability of being affected is only 10%. If no one gets hit, the probability increases the longer it goes on.

[Defense +1]

"A wise man submits to fate. You're quite good; I have high hopes for you!" The woman patted Nan Wuji's shoulder as if he were a mere lackey.

Seeing that even the professional had submitted, the others abandoned their delusions and began to line up for the soup.

In the second round, no one collapsed.

The crowd was filled with doubt and suspicion. Most people looked at the "professionals," guessing they possessed superpowers that allowed them to survive even if they drank poisonous soup.

Becky opened her mouth, about to recount her experience, but Nan Wuji stopped her.

Despite their disappointment, the crowd felt their suspicions were confirmed.

As the third round began, the picket gate was suddenly pushed open.

Ten boys who looked like high school students entered. Their clothes were similar to the students', but the most bizarre thing was that each had a small gourd on his head.

Xu Huan spat out a mouthful of water at the sight. She didn't need to guess to know this was Xu Le's handiwork. Those people's faces were all people who had written her love letters; the leader had even misunderstood Xu Le and dueled him.

She turned to look at her best friend, who was indeed covering her mouth and giggling. This was outrageous!

The ten people walked up to the woman and shouted in unison that they were hungry.

The woman also found the ten of them suspicious; their movements seemed a bit stiff. But as long as they were willing to die, she was willing to bury them—she didn't care about the details.

The ten of them each received a card; they were all the most ordinary character cards.

The leader asked, "Can I drink a few more bowls?"

"You can! One bowl per person, as long as they are willing to give theirs up," the woman said.

"I'm willing to give mine to you." ×9

As if they had rehearsed it, the nine people gave all their meat broth to the leader.

Gulp, gulp... Like a Taotie, the leader quickly finished all nine bowls of meat broth.

[HP +1] ×2

[Defense +1] ×2

[Attack +1] ×2

[HP -2, Defense -1, Attack -1]

After the bowls of meat broth, almost all of his attributes were halved.

But everyone survived.

The leader was completely open about it and revealed all his attribute changes. Only then did the crowd realize that the meat broth could be divided into five types and how powerful the poison was.

Next was the fourth group, consisting of tourists and two Spirit Tamer students.

A fierce-looking middle-aged woman rushed to the front and asked the others if they were willing to give her their meat broth.

The others all shook their heads.

Since they knew the properties of the broth, they also wanted to take a gamble. As for losing... "You lot deserve to never afford a three-course meal in your lives!" the middle-aged woman cursed. Glaring fiercely at several high-school-aged students, she eventually managed to snatch three bowls of meat broth through her intimidation.

"Look, this is a smart person. Don't let my kindness go to waste!"

The woman picked up a bowl of meat broth, and as soon as she took a sip, she felt a pain in her chest. She clutched her chest and collapsed.

She was dead!

The three students were overjoyed; they could finally drink their own soup.

Surprisingly, the woman didn't stop them, letting them finish drinking.

There were only two people in the fifth group. The woman ladled two bowls of meat broth and placed them on the table.

"Choose."

"No, I... we..." The two timid-looking individuals waved their hands frantically.

The woman's face turned cold again. "You agreed to drink. To break your word..."

"No! We'll drink, we'll drink!" The two who remained until the end both had cowardly personalities.

After hesitating for a long while, they pointed at the two bowls and said, "It's not fair! Their death probability was 10%, and those professionals' was 0%. For us, it's 50%. It's not fair!"

"Are you accusing me of being unfair?" the woman's voice was chillingly cold.

"No, no." The two were so anxious their scalps felt numb. Seeing the woman's expression darken further, one of the boys grabbed the meat broth and gulped down half a bowl in one go.

He didn't die.

The other boy was dazed for a moment and turned to flee, but he was frozen in place and forcibly fed the broth by the woman.

He died!

Everyone was silent as cicadas in winter, a sense of shared grief for their own kind welling up in their hearts.

The picket gate opened again.

Ten Little Sheep People, about the height of elementary students, walked in. They had two horns and were covered in fleece, but they had human-like hands and feet.

Evil spirits?

A bad premonition flashed through the woman's mind. She rushed to close the door, but ten terrifying humanoid evil spirits, forty meters tall, entered through the doorway.

They seemed to be wearing red and flesh-colored bodysuits that acted like skin-tight armor. Their eyes were as large as lightbulbs, and there was a blue gemstone on each of their chests.

They walked straight up to the woman and held out their hands for character cards.

The premonition in the woman's heart grew even worse.

She immediately locked the picket gate and hid. Hiding not far away while rubbing leaves together, Xu Le sighed inwardly. A pity my sailor moon hasn't made her appearance yet.

With a wave of his hand, four beautiful young girls in sailor suits turned into palm-sized paper figurines and were all stored inside his ring.

Looking at the wooden house in the distance, Xu Le continued to rub leaves. Although he didn't know if the Gourd Babies, Pleasant Goat, and Ultraman he sent in would succeed, since he was idle anyway, there was no harm in making more paper figurines... The sixth group.

The seventh group.

The Little Sheep People and Ultraman who drank the soup all successfully survived.

The woman's expression was quite sour. She felt more and more like she was being played by someone, but restricted by the rules, she was helpless and even had to maintain a smile.

"Currently, the numbers for the three factions are 9, 3, and 46. While completing your tasks, please try to reduce the enemy's strength as much as possible."

"The first round of the game has ended. If anyone has a suspect, you may state your views and then exile them to the Second-tier World."

"Those exiled to the Second-tier World will lose their eligibility to continue the game. Their lives will be determined by the final outcome."

"Isn't this just Werewolf!" someone among the tourists exclaimed.

The others also came to their senses; what they needed to do was identify the people from the other factions.

However, why were there three factions in this game?

Should one stick their neck out?

Generally speaking, people tend to follow the crowd. In this kind of game, once someone sticks their neck out, it's easy to get rid of a suspect.

However, the price is that the one who sticks their neck out is easily targeted, much like the Seer in the game who is often killed off.

Even if no one kills them, they can easily be eliminated by the mob.

But if you don't take the lead, you might be eliminated by someone else who does.

While everyone was hesitating, a forty-meter-tall Ultraman raised its hand. "I've decided. I think he's different from me, so I'm casting my vote for him."

Everyone was stunned!

Big brother, that's not how you take the lead. At least give a reason, even if it's made up.

The person pointed at was a tourist wearing gold-rimmed glasses, whose legs almost gave way from fright.

Upon hearing the other party's childish statement, he suddenly laughed. "I say, big guy, even if you want to step on someone, you should at least have a reason, right? Someone like you who jumps out and points fingers randomly gives me every reason to suspect you're the outsider. I bet you're just acting out to muddy the waters and hide yourself and your two teammates."

After speaking, he adjusted his glasses. Although he hadn't performed perfectly, he had definitely crushed that big idiot!

A second Ultraman stepped forward. "I also think he's different from me. My vote goes to him."

The third... the first Little Sheep Person... the first Gourd Baby... out of 58 people, the man with gold-rimmed glasses received 30 votes in a short time, all for the ridiculous reason of "I think so."

"I think" my ass!

The gold-rimmed glasses man jumped up to curse, but he was immediately thrown into the Second-tier World.