{T/N: Here's an extra chapter for the 150 stones.
Also, there are less than 10 chapters til completion on P@tre0n😎...}
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At dusk, the boundary between twilight and night hung quietly in the sky...
Soon, the last trace of light faded away, completely disappearing.
Night had fallen. But the lights didn't come on.
No. 7 frowned tightly upon seeing this and exclaimed in shock, "What's going on? Wasn't the power supply for the second floor already repaired?! Why aren't the lights on?!"
"It seems the werewolves have acted." No. 11 murmured.
"But, when did they have the time?" No. 12 looked puzzled, "After we finished repairing, everyone was clearly together the whole time. No one left midway."
'Unless... someone had sabotaged it during the repairs.' Thinking of this, No. 12's expression instantly became grave.
This meant that one of the three of them must be a werewolf!
And excluding the three new players who were drunk and sound asleep in the wine cellar, there must also be a werewolf in the other group!
Not only No. 12... but No. 7 and No. 11 had also realized this. The atmosphere among the three immediately became tense.
No. 11 defiantly suggested, "Since it's clear that we can't safely trust each other, why don't we just stay separately?"
This suggestion was immediately vetoed by No. 7: "No, splitting up is even more dangerous!"
Separating would create an opportunity for the werewolves. Staying together would actually be safer for the three of them.
After all, each werewolf could only kill one person per day. They couldn't possibly act in front of a third party. Even with a special ability for silent killing, it wouldn't work.
Looking at the pitch-black dark corridor where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, the atmosphere among the three players became quiet for a moment.
No. 7 was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's close the door and sleep for now. We'll talk about it tomorrow morning."
The other two had no objections. Tonight, no matter what, the three of them would not step out of this room.
However, plans can't keep up with changes...
At midnight, No. 11 was woken up by the urge to pee. She clenched her legs, trying to hold it in. But it was useless, she had drunk too much wine during the day.
She struggled in bed for a long time, but finally got up, holding her swollen lower abdomen. Her movements naturally woke the other two.
No. 12 rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up, asking, "What's wrong?"
No. 11 said softly, "I need to go to the bathroom."
As she spoke, she put on her shoes and walked to the door, pulled it open, looked at the deathly silent corridor outside, and hesitated. Although her Pokémon was a max-level Hitmontop, it was utterly useless in this situation.
Seeing this, No. 7 suggested, "Why don't you just pee in a bottle? Just aim carefully."
No. 11's face turned red upon hearing this. She imagined the scene and refused vehemently, her face flushed, "No, I'll just go to the bathroom!"
It turned out that the urge to pee is contagious.
As soon as she finished speaking, No. 12 jumped out of bed and said, "I'll go with you. I suddenly feel like I need to poop too."
As she spoke, she let out a fart. She had eaten too many baked sweet potatoes during the day and had an upset stomach.
No. 7: "..."
Anyway, the bathroom was just downstairs, not far away. She lay back in bed, pulled up the covers, and said, "Then you go. I'm going back to sleep."
With a rustling sound as they left, the room quickly fell silent again...
No one knew how much time had passed.
No. 7 was woken by the sound of footsteps. She opened her eyes groggily and asked, "Back already?"
No one answered her. The room was completely silent.
No. 7's eyes snapped open wide. As if realizing something, she jumped out of bed and shouted to her Pokémon, "Umbreon!"
As she spoke, she looked at the newcomer.
Although the room was very dark, by the cold moonlight streaming through the window, she still recognized the person's identity at a glance.
Instantly, her pupils trembled, her face frozen in shock, "It's you?!"
Just then, the pitch-black Umbreon, almost blending into the darkness, jumped out from somewhere.
'Ah, found it!'
Although he had Night Vision, Caleb hadn't spotted the Umbreon's position immediately. Otherwise, he would have had Mimikyu use Play Rough to finish it off right away.
Still, it wasn't too late. Before coming, he'd had Mimikyu stack Swords Dance to the max.
With the armor form's boost and the power increase from the Gigantamax Slayer title, this Umbreon, whose type was already disadvantaged against Mimikyu, couldn't possibly withstand this move.
Everything went exactly as Caleb had predicted. As Mimikyu's Play Rough slammed into it, the Umbreon instantly lost the ability to battle, its body sent flying and crashing into the wall.
No. 7 looked at this scene in disbelief. She seemed to want to say something, but before she could speak, her soul was kicked out of the game, leaving behind only a lifeless corpse...
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Caleb had just returned to his room and lain down when he heard a prompt:
<..A player has sounded the alarm. The second public vote will begin in three seconds! Please prepare!..>
<3!>
Dmitri, who had been sound asleep, was startled awake by the sound. He looked at Caleb and Wang not far away and exclaimed, "Did the werewolves strike again?!"
<2!>
<1!>
The countdown ended. All players were teleported to the long table in the hall, sitting in their respective seats.
The faint blue virtual projection appeared out of thin air. A blue light, representing the light of judgment, shone down from above, enveloping the entire long table.
Compared to the first day, the civilians' faction had lost two more members. The seats for No. 7 and No. 11 were now vacant as well.
Out of the original twelve players, only seven remained at this moment...
They were: No. 1 (the old man), No. 4 (the muscular man), No. 2 (Dmitri), No. 6 (Wang), No. 9 (Caleb), No. 10 (Clara), and No. 12 (the girl).
Virtual Projection began: <..Players are granted 5 minutes for information exchange..>
The muscular man glanced at No. 12 and asked, "I remember you were staying in the same room as No. 7 and No. 11."
No. 12, who had just seen her two companions' corpses, was almost scared out of her wits. She nodded repeatedly and recounted everything that had just happened: "At the time, I was using the restroom in the stall, and then I heard the sound of a fight outside. By the time I got out, the werewolf was already gone. I thought about rushing back to the room to discuss with No. 7, but I didn't expect her to have been killed too."
The old man heard this and looked at No. 12's Wigglytuff, asking, "Where was your Wigglytuff when you were using the restroom?"
Of course, her Wigglytuff was outside when she was in the stall. She couldn't possibly take it into the narrow stall with her, right?
As she thought, No. 12's train of thought suddenly halted. When she was in the stall, her Wigglytuff was outside! This meant it might have seen the werewolf's face!
The others understood too and turned their gazes towards the Wigglytuff...
"Who did you see back then?" No. 12 asked.
"Wiggly..." Wigglytuff hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned its head. Its gaze finally settled on No. 4.
Everyone immediately looked over.
No. 4 instantly frowned and said, "Nonsense! Why would I go to the women's restroom in the middle of the night?! Who knows if this story is something you and your Wigglytuff made up in advance!"
No. 12 retorted somewhat anxiously, "I didn't! I'm not a werewolf!"
No. 4: "Who can vouch for you?"
No. 12 seemed like a girl who hadn't experienced much. Hearing this aggressive questioning, she trembled uncontrollably, her voice tinged with a tearful tone of grievance, "I'm really not a werewolf!"
Seeing this, Dmitri felt couldn't bear it and spoke up, "She's crying. She probably can't be the werewolf, right?"
The old man watched the two argue thoughtfully, remaining silent all along.
At that moment, Clara coughed lightly and said, "I am the Seer."
As soon as she spoke, everyone immediately turned their attention to her.
But Clara turned her gaze to the old man and said, "Before the first night began, I checked your identity. You are a good person."
The old man's expression remained unchanged as he met her gaze and asked, "And the werewolves? Did you identify one?"
Clara turned her head, looked at No. 4, and said, "He is a werewolf."
Hearing this, No. 4 subconsciously widened his eyes, then, as if realizing something, glanced at the stunned No. 12 and Clara, and quickly said, "The two of you are in cahoots!"
He then looked at No. 1, Caleb and the other two and said, "Those two are the werewolves! Don't be fooled by them!"
Clara shook her head with a light laugh and said, "I don't know if No. 12 is a werewolf, but I will check her identity tomorrow. As for your identity however, I think there's no need to keep pretending, is there?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the virtual projection spoke: <..Discussion time is over. Let Player No. 1 speak!..>
No. 1, the old man, was silent for a moment. He glanced at Clara and finally said, "I believe the Seer."
After saying that, he pressed skip.
No. 2, Dmitri: "I'll also vote for No. 4."
Virtual Projection: <..Let Player No. 4 speak!..>
No. 4's face was extremely grim, his chest heaving violently, as if he were extremely frustrated and angry, "You've all been tricked by her! Those two are the werewolves!"
But no one paid him any attention.
The remaining Wang, Caleb, and the others naturally had no other opinions.
No. 12 slowly clenched her hand under the table and looked at Clara with a complex gaze, 'The Seer, huh?'
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Virtual Projection: <..The speeches are over. Please vote!..>
A panel appeared in front of the players. Soon, the voting ended. The virtual projection announced:
<..Voting is over. Player No. 4 is eliminated!..>
<..The voting results are: No. 4 voted for No. 10. Everyone else voted for No. 4..>
<..The second public vote is over. Please keep up the good work!..>
After speaking, No. 4's figure was kicked out of the game...
It wasn't dawn yet. With the end of the second public vote, the virtual projection fell silent again. The hall was plunged into darkness in the blink of an eye.
The old man took out a flashlight from his inventory and said, "There's no more danger tonight. Everyone, go back and rest."
After saying that, he led the way upstairs.
No. 12 and Clara followed closely behind.
Caleb looked thoughtfully at the retreating figures of Clara and No. 12.
If he wasn't mistaken, No. 4 wasn't actually a werewolf. The real werewolf was No. 12... By revealing her identity as the Seer, Clara gained No. 1's trust, got No. 4 eliminated, and stated she would check No. 12's identity tomorrow night.
Combined with the conversation earlier in the wine cellar, Caleb easily guessed her purpose.
An ordinary person who kills a werewolf can become the new werewolf. So Clara wanted to use her identity as the Seer to lure No. 12 into attacking her, then take her place and become the other werewolf.
There were only six players left on the field now. If nothing went wrong, two more would be eliminated tomorrow night.
By then, the situation on the field would become two wolves controlling the game. The civilian faction would have no chance of turning the tables, and the werewolf faction would win the final victory in this game of Werewolf.
If that were the case, then he could leave this Instance the day after tomorrow. Caleb thought silently to himself...
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The next morning, the players once again split into two groups to repair the electrical switches...
To avoid a repeat of yesterday's situation, after the repairs were done, the old man called the remaining players together to sit at the long table in the hall and play cards.
He turned his gaze to No. 12, thinking, 'It's obvious that she is the last werewolf.'
If the Seer was correct, then in tomorrow's public vote, as long as they voted out No. 12, they would gain the final victory of this Instance.
As for whether she would act tonight... That wasn't the old man's concern. A player who kills a werewolf becomes the new werewolf. They just needed to vote that person out later.
Looking at the remaining players, he concluded that the only players who could possibly kill No. 12 were him and No. 10.
'Besides this possibility, there is also a second one...'
That being the Seer had lied about her identity, and both she and No. 12 were werewolves, their purpose being to vote out No. 4.
No. 1 fell into thought.
'If it's the second possibility, then the two werewolves would undoubtedly choose to act tonight.'
Compared to himself, their target would clearly be the easier-to-deal-with No. 2, No. 6, and No. 9.
If they managed to eliminate two more people, the ordinary civilian faction would fall into the desperate situation of two wolves controlling the game, thus completely losing this Instance.
Before that, he had to protect those three newbies and prevent them from being killed by the werewolves.
'Speaking of those three new players...'
No. 1 glanced at Caleb and the other two happily playing Landlords nearby, then silently turned his head away.
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Caleb felt like he was about to effortlessly win this Instance. It had to be said, Mimikyu's mimicry ability was incredibly useful in this kind of disguise-based Instance.
As time passed, darkness fell once again...
Caleb had found a candle in one of the castle's drawers during the day. By candlelight, he played cards in the room with Wang and Dmitri.
No matter who won or lost on Clara's side, he only needed to eliminate one more person, and this Instance would be completely over.
But before that... He took out a barrel of wine he had brought from the cellar from his inventory, filled their cups, and said, "Have a drink?"
"Bomb! I win!" Dmitri threw down his cards, took the cup from Caleb, and downed it in one go.
Just then, there was a knock on the door outside.
Dmitri walked over cheerfully to the door, asking, "Who is it?"
The door opened.
The old man swept his gaze over the three people in the room and said kindly, "It's me. You're not asleep yet?"
Dmitri asked, "No, can't sleep either, uncle?"
No. 1 nodded amiably, grunted in agreement, and said, "Yes. So I decided to come over and play cards with you youngsters for a while!"
"That's great!" Dmitri welcomed him, "Come on in! As it happens, Yasuo brought a barrel of wine today. Let's drink and play!"