Don't get eaten.

What does that mean?

Liu Zheng immediately became alert.

The next second, he saw four tall werewolves pouncing toward him.

"Holy shit, it's literally werewolf killing."

Liu Zheng quickly ran in the opposite direction.

He was no longer in the room but found himself in a dense forest.

A huge full moon hung high in the sky, its blood-red moonlight shining on him like a spotlight, leaving him nowhere to hide.

"Damn it!"

Liu Zheng soon realized this and raised his middle finger toward the blood moon.

His appearance was no longer that of a tentacle monster but had transformed into a withered, skinny witch.

He didn't run far before Liu Zheng couldn't move anymore.

This body couldn't compare to his tentacle monster form, not even to when he was human.

In the blink of an eye, the four werewolves charged forward.

Amidst their sinister laughter, they slowly tore him into pieces.

Liu Zheng couldn't resist, and even his trained numbness to pain was ineffective.

He seemed to have truly reverted to being human, a weak and powerless human.

He watched helplessly as the werewolves devoured his body piece by piece.

After fear peaked, it gradually turned into numbness, and Liu Zheng's consciousness fell into the abyss, merging with nothingness.

The four werewolves lost interest in him and ran deep into the forest.

"Rationality decline exemption successful."

The System's prompt sounded like thunder.

"Tonight's player killed by the werewolves is number 8. You have an antidote. Do you want to use it?"

Then, the Mermaid's voice also sounded in his ear.

The werewolves really picked the right target.

Liu Zheng sighed inwardly as he regained consciousness.

Thankfully the witch can save themselves on the first night. If they couldn't, this attack would mean an immediate disastrous start for the good team.

"Use it."

He said without hesitation.

Even if it wasn't him who got killed, Liu Zheng would still use this antidote.

After all, with four special roles and four villagers, the probability of werewolves targeting a special role is quite high.

Some witches like to save their antidote, but this is completely unnecessary.

First, if the witch gets killed on the second night, the antidote becomes useless in their hands, directly wasting a turn for the good team.

Moreover, if the witch gets killed, they have to decide whether to use the poison or not.

If they use it and poison a good player, it's instant defeat.

If they don't use it, they waste another turn and give werewolves a chance to disguise themselves.

Second, if the one killed is the Hunter, they also face the dilemma of whether to shoot or not the next day.

Shooting the wrong person means disaster for the good team.

Not shooting similarly wastes a turn and gives werewolves a chance to disguise themselves.

As for werewolves killing their own to trick the antidote, the probability isn't zero, but Liu Zheng rarely gambles on it, except in casual games.

A green potion appeared not far ahead. Dragging his broken body, he struggled to crawl to the potion, grabbed the bottle with his mouth, and drank the contents in one gulp.

Green light also burst forth from within Liu Zheng.

Countless plant fibers grew from his wounds, quickly repairing his body.

Superficially, his body looked no different from a normal person's.

But only he knew he had become a half-human, half-plant monster.

"Daybreak has arrived. Players, please open your eyes."

The Mermaid's voice sounded.

After a moment of disorientation, what met Liu Zheng's eyes was no longer blood-red moonlight but blinding sunlight.

He touched his face—good, the mask was still there.

Liu Zheng pursed his lips and walked forward along a suddenly appearing forest path.

After walking for a few minutes, he saw a small village.

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Clearly, these people were the other players.

The 12 players drew closer and finally gathered at the village entrance.

Everyone warily sized each other up, but no one spoke.

"Daytime has arrived. Please all players gather at the square in the village center."

The Mermaid's voice sounded, and everyone went to the village square.

It was a flat dirt ground with some grains drying on it.

Along the way, Liu Zheng didn't see any villagers.

There were some chickens and ducks though, unsupervised, defecating everywhere.

At the square's center stood a statue of a middle-aged man who was half-wolf, half-human.

He had thick fur and sharp claws, but his face looked like a normal person's.

The statue's base was inscribed with text, but Liu Zheng couldn't read it.

All players gathered below the statue and spontaneously sat in a circle.

"Now we enter the Sheriff election phase."

"Players who want to run for Sheriff, please place your hand on your mask before the countdown ends."

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

The countdown quickly ended, and most masks emitted black light.

Only one mask remained dim.

"Except for player number 8, all players have run for Sheriff."

"Now player number 10 will speak first, proceeding clockwise."

Wow, almost everyone ran for Sheriff.

Hearing the Mermaid's words, Liu Zheng felt a wave of relief.

If he hadn't held back, this round would have no Sheriff.

The werewolves could make the Sheriff badge disappear without even self-sacrificing—they'd be laughing their heads off.

He didn't know if werewolves could communicate freely at night. If they could and everyone ran for Sheriff, that would be too ridiculous.

But even if they couldn't communicate, all werewolves running for Sheriff would still be pretty absurd.

"Let me say first, I'm not the Seer, nor a special role card. I just came up to experience the election atmosphere."

"But since I'm here, I should say more. I'll remind the Seer to remember to leave a Sheriff badge legacy. Last game we lost because the Seer didn't leave one."

"Fake Seer werewolves should remember to leave a legacy too. Anyone who doesn't, I'll treat as a werewolf, and a stupid one at that."

"Okay, I'm done."

Player 10 had a rough voice and spoke bluntly.

But you could tell he was in a positive state, and his resentment about losing the previous game felt genuine. He should be a good player.

If everything he said was true, then he should be a villager.

"Player 11's turn to speak."

"My turn to talk. Player 10, if you're not the Seer, why cause trouble? I'm player 11, the real Seer. Last night I checked player 8, and he's a good person."

"Player 8, you're the only one who can vote now. You must vote for me, the real Seer."

"As for why I checked player 8—since nobody knows who's who anyway, I just picked a lucky number to check."

"For now, I'll leave my Sheriff badge legacy with player 10 first. After all, I've only heard him speak so far. For the next check, I'll check player 6, also because it's a lucky number. When I get another chance to speak, I'll consider whether to change my legacy."

"Speaking of which, everyone running for Sheriff is ridiculous. If player 8 wasn't my confirmed good player, I'd suspect he might be the only cowardly werewolf."

Player 11 couldn't help but complain.

"Speech finished."

Because player 11 had a lot to say, he sped up his speech.

But his enunciation was still clear, and it sounded good. If no other Seer claims appear, Liu Zheng should vote for him.

After all, giving votes to strong special roles to prevent counter-claims isn't very meaningful.

If you discover you voted wrong later, just use a poison to eliminate them.

"Player 12's turn to speak."

"Player 12 is the Witch. Last night..."

Before player 12 could finish speaking, the light suddenly dimmed.

Everyone looked at the sky—yellow-green rain clouds had blocked the sun.

"First round of random divine punishment triggered: Sulfuric Acid Rain."

"In 30 minutes, sulfuric acid rain will fall from the sky. All players not inside buildings will die immediately."

"After the sulfuric acid rain disappears, players will directly enter the voting execution phase."