Chapter 11 – Wolf Team's Mentality Crumbles!
Everyone in Gun Shoots Like a Dragon felt the weight pressing on their chests.
Each of them was starting to panic.
All they could do was pray that Furious was the True Seer.
If that were the case, Wang Changsheng's poison of the True Seer would cost him massive points.
And if the Good Guys lost in the end…
Hand Over Thoughts Team's score could never surpass theirs.
They could still advance!
Yet whether Player 3 really was the Seer… they could only watch in silence.
Almost every gaze locked onto the big screen.
Right now the Judge was announcing:
'All players have finished speaking. Does anyone withdraw?'
'Three… two… one…'
'Players withdrawing are 6, 7, and 11.'
'Still on the podium: 3 and 10.'
'Sheriff election begins—please vote.'
As the Judge's voice fell,
the players under the sheriff line cast their votes.
'1 and 9 vote for Player 3.'
'2, 4, 5, 8, and 12 vote for Player 10.'
'Player 10 is elected sheriff.'
The instant the Judge finished,
a golden badge appeared on Player 10's shoulder.
After all, this was a virtual game run by a system Judge—everything was streamlined.
Wang Changsheng wasn't surprised the sheriff badge landed with Player 10.
Though Player 3's speech had been solid,
he'd talked about a low-probability scenario,
and at the end he'd still claimed three or four wolves were on the podium.
From the outer-position Good Guys' view, that logic already felt unreasonable.
And Player 10's huge Golden Water push on Player 11 carried real weight.
Apart from a stubborn Player 9 and the self-slashing wolf Player 1 who'd received Golden Water,
everyone in the outer positions—Good and Wolf—voted for Player 10.
"One charging, one Flipping—barely acceptable," Wang Changsheng chuckled to himself.
Next, the Judge announced the previous night's deaths.
'Last night, in no particular order, Player 1 and Player 3 died.'
The moment the deaths were revealed,
everyone except Wang Changsheng was stunned.
The Wolf Team especially.
Seeing both Player 1 and Player 3 eliminated, they couldn't hide their bewilderment—that first reaction was impossible to conceal.
Gulp.
Every wolf swallowed hard.
They couldn't understand how this had happened.
The Witch didn't save on Night 1 and actually used poison?!
Player 3 didn't even dare check the shooting status the Judge had hinted at.
Right now he felt like a drowning man,
barely able to breathe.
And he wasn't alone.
That suffocating sense of someone throttling their throats,
filled the Wolf Team with despair.
Fortunately their bodies lay in game pods,
only their minds in the virtual space—
sparing anyone from fainting or worse from the shock.
The pods would regulate their vitals, keeping every competitor safe.
"How could this happen…"
Player 3's heart was breaking.
Player 1's self-slash could have flipped; with Silver Water status he'd be a deep-cover wolf.
Voting for him was fine—
he'd just lose the single Witch vote.
But the death announcement was unbearable.
The Witch hadn't saved—instead she'd flung poison at him!
Which idiot had drawn the Witch card?
Could it be that Player 9 who voted for him?
Stupid bastard!
What good was that vote now?
Last night she'd saved no one and dared to poison him!
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
The rest of the wolves gasped as well.
Still, they were pros—
they regained control of their expressions fast.
What they truly felt inside
only they would ever know.
The Good Guys—apart from Wang Changsheng—first assumed the wolves' knife had been deadly accurate, killing the Witch on Night 1.
Usually a double death on Day 1 meant the Witch was knifed, couldn't self-save, and had to blind-poison to avoid losing a turn,
creating the double death at dawn.
As for the Guard, few risked protecting anyone on Night 1
unless certain they'd guard the Witch,
lest their guard and the Witch's antidote clash.
The Good Guys began brainstorming,
presuming Player 1 was the knifed Witch who'd poisoned the suspected Seer Player 3.
If Player 3 really was the Seer, the Good Guys were facing a disaster—
two Gods gone bare.
How could they win?
But looked at another way,
Player 3 might be the Lying Werewolf.
If Player 1's poison hit its mark,
the Good Guys wouldn't start heavenly, but they wouldn't lose a turn either.
Everything hinged on whether Player 3 was the True Seer.
Every eye turned to Furious.
'Player 3, please give your last words.'
Crap!
Furious drew a deep breath, fighting to control his face.
He knew the wolves were shattered, but he couldn't concede.
He had to keep playing,
even if the odds were slim.
Not just for esports spirit,
but because losing this knockout round
would boot Gun Shoots Like a Dragon from the competition—
no Nationals,
no World Championship.
So he crushed his fury and the urge to curse the Witch, instead looking shocked and sorrowful.
"Player 1, I checked you as a gold water card, yet you're knifed and you poison me back?"
He scanned the room, eyes burning, voice sincere.
"This game just got a lot harder for us Good Guys. The sheriff badge is in wolf hands, and both Witch and Seer are out."
"I'm the Seer. I don't think I was knifed and left to die; my Golden Water was hit and then poisoned me."
"I said on the podium I suspected Player 1 carried a role. I thought wolf, but I found gold water—so Player 1 must have been the Witch. Now I'm dead, leaving only Guard and Hunter."
"I beg you two Gods—stay hidden! We Good Guys can still win!"
"Listen carefully to what I say next!"