The werewolves could kill silently and unnoticed. This also meant that staying together would no longer guarantee safety!
"I think it's better if we separate," a female player said.
The old man, who hadn't spoken until now, glanced at her and said, "Calm down. The werewolves can only kill one person per day each. That means the danger has passed for us who remain tonight."
The muscular man sat on another sofa, staring fearfully at No. 3's corpse. He couldn't believe that the woman who had been subtly flirting with him not long ago was now a corpse.
The old man glanced at him imperceptibly but said nothing...
However, No. 8, the young man with the bright smile, frowned and said, "You were sitting closest to her earlier, but when the body was discovered, you weren't there."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone who was already tense immediately turned to look.
The muscular man's face darkened upon seeing this, "Are you saying I killed her? How could that be?! Don't forget that elimination is based on Pokémon battles!"
Everyone then remembered that this Pokémon version of the Werewolf game was different from the one they were familiar with.
Here, for a werewolf to eliminate a player, they must defeat them in battle. But if a battle had just happened here, how could there have been no sound at all?
'Unless the werewolves possess some special ability...' Thinking of this, everyone's expressions changed.
Seeing everyone's expressions, the old man sighed and said, "There's another possibility. No. 3 herself was a werewolf. One of the rules states that an ordinary person who defeats a werewolf can become the new werewolf."
If a new player was a werewolf, what kind of target would she choose to attack? The answer is pretty obvious... someone weaker than her.
The group quickly realized who the weakest among them was. They turned their gazes towards the handsome young man in the corner holding the Caterpie.
"But, could a level 5 Caterpie possibly defeat a level 28 Marowak?" No. 8 pondered and asked.
This meant the young man didn't meet the prerequisite for defeating No. 3.
The old man withdrew his gaze and said, "I was just presenting one of the possibilities. Of course, it's also possible that No. 3 wasn't a werewolf."
Then it returned to the initial question of who killed No. 3.
Clearly, the most likely suspect on the field was the muscular man.
No. 6, the corporate man who was also a newbie, reminded everyone, "You had a conflict with No. 3 on the bus this afternoon."
Coincidentally, the virtual projection on the long table downstairs lit up at that moment and promptly asked: <..Would you like to sound the alarm? Sounding the alarm will initiate a public vote. Each person can vote for the player they find most suspicious. The player with the most votes will be eliminated..>
Everyone exchanged glances and chose to agree.
Instantly, they all vanished from their spots and automatically found themselves sitting in their assigned seats at the long table.
The virtual projection emitted a faint blue light. Although weak, it was enough to illuminate the faces of everyone around.
Compared to when they first arrived at the castle in the afternoon, the group of twelve had lost two members. The seats for No. 5 and No. 3 were now empty, their number cards marked with a large
The virtual projection continued: <..Please let Player No. 1 speak! Other players will be muted during Player No. 1's speech..>
Player No. 1 was the old man. He frowned, his gaze sweeping over everyone. After a moment's thought, he spoke, "Regardless of whether No. 4 killed her or not, there are still two werewolves among us. I think everyone should be aware of that first."
Only 8 ordinary people remained. The two werewolves only needed four days to kill them all. They didn't have that much time. This meant that within these four days, they must find at least one werewolf.
After speaking, the old man pressed the skip button.
Virtual Projection: <..Let Player No. 2 speak!..>
Dmitri scratched his head somewhat sheepishly. After thinking for a long time, he said, "I don't know who to vote for either. I'll just vote for whoever you guys decide on later."
Virtual Projection: <..Let Player No. 4 speak!..>
The muscular man's face was still somewhat pale, as if he hadn't recovered from the earlier scene.
Seeing everyone looking at him, he said anxiously, "It really wasn't me who killed her! I'm really not a werewolf!"
As he spoke, he changed his tone, pointed at No. 8, and said, "It's him! He must be a werewolf! He wants to frame me!"
The countdown ended. The virtual projection continued: <..Let Player No. 6 speak!..>
No. 6, the corporate man, remained silent for a moment and chose to skip.
No. 7 was a girl wearing glasses. She adjusted her glasses, her gaze shifting between No. 4 and No. 8, and reasoned, "I think No. 8 is more likely to be the wolf. From the information we have so far, it's clear the werewolf has some special abilities, like silent battles..."
"...Let's not dwell on that for now. Leaving aside No. 3, you all saw this afternoon that No. 5's Pokémon was a level 78 Electivire... No. 2's Pokémon is a level 22 Gloom, No. 6's is a level 19 Pidgeotto, and No. 9's is a level 5 Caterpie. None of these three have the prerequisite ability to kill No. 3 and No. 5."
"...That leaves only No. 1, No. 4, No. 7, No. 8, No. 10, No. 11, and No. 12... When the incident happened, I was discussing going to the restroom with No. 11 and No. 12, so we didn't have the time to kill anyone. That leaves only No. 1, No. 4, No. 8, and No. 10... And among these three, No. 8 was the first to jump out and explicitly say that No. 4 killed No. 3... How could he be so sure?"
Hearing this analysis, the players present showed thoughtful expressions.
No. 4 gave her a grateful look.
Caleb really wanted to laugh, but he couldn't show it. He could only shrink into his chair, playing the part of a clueless little newbie.
Seeing this, the No. 7 girl chose to mute herself. Next, it was No. 8's turn.
No. 8 started with, "That's bullshit!"
His face was red with anger, but he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, yet didn't.
Finally, he sat down on his chair with a look of frustration, crossed his arms, turned his head away, and said, "Anyway, it wasn't me. You'll regret it if you vote for me."
After saying that, he chose to skip.
Caleb scratched his head and said, "I'm just a newbie, so I won't talk nonsense. I'll just follow whoever everyone else votes for."
His behavior seemed very indecisive to everyone. Combined with the level 5 Caterpie, at this moment, everyone ruled out the possibility of him being a werewolf.
Caleb chose to skip.
Next, it was No. 10's turn. Clara smiled slightly and said, "I also think No. 8 is suspicious."
The remaining No. 11 and No. 12 exchanged glances and raised no objections.
The faint blue virtual projection then said: <..The speeches are over. Please vote!..>
A panel appeared in front of every player, displaying the avatars of the remaining ten players...