An Suisui sat quietly in her chair, clutching her plush rabbit tightly.
She rested her chin on the black tabletop, silently observing the others.
The atmosphere was a bit strange. Nine people sat around the long black table, each silent, facing off against one another. An Suisui was one of them.
None of the nine knew each other. Around 10:20 last night, they had all been suddenly pulled into this strange room. No one could say exactly what had happened.
The room was dark, with only the dim, old lighting providing a bit of brightness.
Dong, dong, dong—
The sudden chime of a clock startled everyone. Instinctively, they looked toward the source of the sound. It was a very old clock, the kind you’d only see in an interstellar museum.
Following the chime, a cold electronic voice sounded, making the atmosphere even more eerie.
“Welcome to the National Survival Game. This is the beta test mode. Players have been randomly selected to participate. Please play actively and clean the game seriously.”
“This round’s game—Werewolf.”
“What does that mean?”
A young man sitting diagonally across from An Suisui broke the silence.
He wore a loose shirt and brightly patterned shorts, looking just as casual as An Suisui. It seemed he, too, had been pulled here while getting ready for bed.
After the electronic voice finished its introduction, black writing appeared beneath the wall clock, listing all the rules of the Werewolf game in detail.
An Suisui glanced over them. They weren’t much different from what she already knew.
An Suisui was a well-known gaming expert in the interstellar world. She had played all kinds of games, both popular and obscure, so, of course, she was familiar with this classic, long-standing, and endlessly interesting game.
“Now, begin drawing identity cards.”
A glowing card flew in front of An Suisui. She reached out and touched it, and immediately her role appeared in her mind—Prophet.
This was a powerful yet dangerous role.
In Werewolf, there are three factions: werewolves, seers (special roles), and villagers.
Villagers have no special abilities. Their main goal is to find the werewolves and protect the seers.
The three seers are the Witch, the Hunter, and the Prophet.
The Prophet can check any player’s true identity each night, making them the werewolves’ top target.
The Witch has two potions: an antidote and a poison.
The antidote can save a dead player, while the poison can kill a living one.
Finally, there’s the Hunter.
While alive, the Hunter is just like everyone else. But if killed, their gun ability is triggered, taking another player down with them.
However, here, the Hunter’s ability has been tweaked: if killed by a werewolf, the ability triggers automatically, taking the werewolf who killed them. If voted out at dinner, the Hunter can choose anyone to take with them.
An Suisui paid special attention to this change. With her sharp gaming instincts, she knew this would be important.
The werewolf role was straightforward.
They were the hidden villains of the game, three in total.
Each night, the werewolves can kill one player. After dark, the good players couldn’t leave their rooms—only the werewolves could, and they had the ability to open other players’ doors.
An Suisui quickly compared the usual Werewolf game to this version and sensed something was off.
The others were also digesting the information, trying to pick out the key points.
“So, we’re in a game now?”
The young man in the floral shorts looked blankly at the rules on the wall. The game was simple, but no one could explain why they were there.
“Ahem!”
At the end of the table, a middle-aged man had regained his composure. He coughed lightly to get everyone’s attention.
“From the looks of it, none of us know why we’re here. Since that’s the case, why don’t we do as the voice said and try to clear the game first? What do you all think?”
Seeing everyone looking at him, the man said kindly, “Let’s introduce ourselves first. I’m Wang Gaoyuan, forty-two years old.”
With someone breaking the ice, the others forced themselves to perk up and briefly introduced themselves.
Of the nine, only three were women: An Suisui, Xia Xuan (who sat next to An Suisui), and Wen Yue, who huddled in the corner and spoke very softly.
Xia Xuan sat to her left, tall and slender, her hair dyed wine red and tied in a ponytail.
She rested one hand on the back of her chair, her brows tightly furrowed, constantly shifting her posture—clearly agitated.
Hmm—seems like a hot-tempered woman, An Suisui thought.
After looking at Xia Xuan, An Suisui turned her head to check the seat on her right.
There sat a very tall man. While everyone else was dressed casually, only he was impeccably dressed, his black shirt without a single wrinkle. His legs were crossed casually, but his back was perfectly straight.
Sensing An Suisui’s gaze, Jian Shi turned his face slightly, giving the petite, round-eyed girl beside him a crooked, arrogant smile.
An Suisui puffed out her cheeks. This guy looked unreliable—she decided to check him first when she got back to her room.
The table was piled with delicious food, but no one was in the mood to eat. After a brief interaction, everyone found an excuse to leave.
An Suisui looked at the untouched food, picked out some filling and long-lasting items, and put them on a plate to take with her.
Jian Shi watched her, raised an eyebrow, and copied her actions before leaving.
Ten o’clock was considered nightfall in the game.
An Suisui sat in her assigned room, examining its layout.
It looked like a regular hotel room, nothing special.
She went to the door and tried to open the lock, but it was as if glued shut—no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn’t budge.
Although the werewolves might still be confused on the first night and not act, just in case, An Suisui not only locked the door but also pushed the nightstand and other heavy objects against it.
At least if someone tried to come in, it would buy her some time to react.
She couldn’t help being cautious—her soft, harmless appearance often made her a target.
After finishing her preparations, she lay down on the bed, pulled up the covers, and went to sleep.
In a long, drawn-out game like Werewolf, if you can’t rest well on the first night, you’ll never get another chance once the werewolves settle into their roles.
At seven the next morning, the loud crow of a rooster sounded outside. An Suisui’s eyes snapped open, clear and alert, without a trace of sleepiness.
It was time to go out.
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