Chapter 66: Game Over, Congratulations to the Good Side for Their Victory

Sheng Que was, in truth, a false witch. That little gourd was his protective jade, which merely happened to fall out—conveniently allowing him to trip up Shen, the great dark lord. Sheng Que crossed his legs in triumph. “Hmph, you forced me to claim witch, now you’re stuck… aren’t you?”

Bo Yu, who had been personally saved by the witch, was now as pure as silver water. He promptly accused Shen Jixing, who had not saved him.

Bo Yu’s reasoning was simple: Shen Jixing had always been gentle and soft-hearted since childhood. No matter how cold and detached he appeared, he would ultimately sacrifice everything for Bo Yu. It was just that he refused to admit it. Well, since Shen Jixing wouldn’t say it, Bo Yu let him be; in any case, the ice between them had melted.

Actually, it hadn’t. Shen Jixing simply wanted to steady a single player; at present, he held the highest status in the game, the only true god, and the right to vote in the final round. When capturing a thief, he preferred to catch the king first.

The little Lion King didn’t disappoint: “Seer, last night I checked number seven—the true witch. Five and six, both witches, speak again. Whoever doesn’t quit, we vote out.”

A faint smile curled Shen Jixing’s lips.

“Pitch black before my eyes.”

“My son not only protected a fake witch, he even claimed seer to safeguard the fake witch. Amen, thank goodness I’m not in this round.”

“I know you all want to curse—go ahead. Idol behavior, please don’t bring it on the fans.”

“Little Zhou, fly as you wish. If trouble comes, bear it yourself~”

Mu Si raised an eyebrow. “I’m out. I’m a civilian, only pretended to be witch for fun.”

Yun Yichen, resilient as a little white flower, protested: “I’m the real witch! Shen Jixing can’t be, last night the werewolves made two kills!”

“How can you be sure the werewolves struck twice?” Shen Jixing asked calmly, glancing at him. “Are you a wolf?”

Yun Yichen was dumbfounded.

He nearly burst into tears from frustration.

“Susu said so too!” he argued desperately.

Cen Susu widened her eyes and tugged at Qi Yan’s arm. “Huh? Sister, look at him.”

Qi Yan replied succinctly, “I vote for number five.”

Number five was voted out unanimously.

“What a catastrophic opening.”

“Jixing was right. With the witch gone, tonight the seer gets knifed, tomorrow they find the last hunter, and the game ends quickly.”

“Calm down, everyone. We have the god’s perspective; after all, they don’t know everything, so let’s just blame Zhou Yili.”

“My son only hoped a beautiful witch would save him tonight. What’s wrong with that? Instead, he gets a big knife—his mother feels a bit sympathetic now.”

[Night falls, please close your eyes.]

Zhou Yili stood up, his long fingers tapping lightly on the table. To his little witch, he said: “Come save me tonight.”

Bo Yu wore a faintly mocking smile at the corners of his lips. As a foolish player holding the god card, he still didn’t realize the witch had no potion left.

In an instant, the lights in the castle dimmed.

Shen Jixing leaned against the second-floor balcony, listening to footsteps approaching from afar.

Someone asked, “What’s the plan tonight?”

“Kill the seer, and it’s over,” answered another. “I guess the hunter’s in Qi Yan’s hands.”

“Tomorrow, I’ll say Sister Qi killed the seer. Sister Qi killed the seer.”

“Even if they don’t believe us, we’ll force a tie—three against three—and enter the night phase.”

Cen Susu spun with her doll, blinking her watery grape-like eyes.

“That means the wolves win, too.”

“What a wicked little loli!”

“Susu, you flirted with your sister all day, and she mindlessly voted you witch.”

“This game is called ‘Love-brained perishing deservedly, loveless thrive.’”

“Go ahead, knife them, then console my poor son, who’s still obediently waiting for the witch to save him.”

On the first night, the werewolves made two attacks.

The two young wolves had no right to strike; the Night Wolf King was the only one permitted to wield the blade.

Shen Jixing drew a finely crafted, ornate crown from his pocket.

Click.

As the crown transformed into a dagger, a mechanical broadcast sounded overhead: “The Night Wolf King activates his unique skill—Tracking.”

“As a traveler through the darkness, he possesses the right to ignore any obstacles and can freely approach anyone.”

“All players remain where they are, awaiting the Wolf King’s arrival.”

Zhou Yili lounged lazily outside the castle window, his long legs bent, his profile outlined against a massive, round moon.

He let black silk cover his eyes.

His fingers, resting casually on his knee, were wrapped in black mist.

“Oh, so he chose me too,” he said with a lazy smile, as his vision was shrouded.

Dense black fog spread through the castle. The figure walked lightly toward the second-floor balcony.

A cascade of roses emitted a faint glow. The god of prophecy leaned quietly against the windowsill, his tall, sharp form as commanding as a painting.

Shen Jixing moved through the mist and stopped in front of him.

Zhou Yili seemed to hear the sound, and asked with languid ease, “Are you here to kill me, or to save me?”

Shen Jixing gazed calmly down at him.

“You knew I was the Wolf King all along?”

Zhou Yili’s slender fingers drummed on his knee, nonchalantly. “Do I look like an idiot?”

Shen Jixing almost wanted to nod and say yes.

“That crown of yours, when worn, looks like a witch’s?”

Zhou Yili imagined it briefly and chuckled. “At best, a princess.”

“…”

He wasn’t stupid.

The seer’s ability must have some advantage; otherwise, how could the good side play this game?

“Then why didn’t you expose me? Why did you vote out the real witch instead?”

Shen Jixing spoke, and the answer dawned on him.

Zhou Yili, clearly unafraid to offend anyone, replied, “I don’t like him. Don’t want him to win.”

It was a debonair, arrogant pose, but the words came out with childish petulance.

Shen Jixing found himself oddly amused.

“Go on, then,” Zhou Yili said.

If Shen Jixing killed him, the wolves would win.

If he saved him, the good side would win.

The choice belonged to him, and Zhou Yili simply handed it over.

“So, the fool is actually me?”

“Son, you’re so handsome, mom hearts you.”

“What high intelligence paired with a little dummy—this is clearly a love evenly matched!”

“Kill him, he’s easy to placate.”

“I feel, he doesn’t even need placating.”

Shen Jixing drew a delicate short blade from his waist and slowly raised it to Zhou Yili’s chin.

The grand production lent the scene a cinematic beauty.

The seemingly holy Night Wolf King held the knife with resolve.

The blade gently lifted the god of prophecy’s chin.

“I won’t kill you, nor will I save you.”

The exquisite blade shifted in his fingers, transforming into a dazzling crown.

Shen Jixing gently placed it on Zhou Yili’s head, his cool voice tinged with the faintest smile.

“Since I’ve met a foolish true god…”

“The Wolf King only loves a peaceful night.”

His fingers slid softly, brushing over Zhou Yili’s lips.

The Wolf King, shrouded in black mist, vanished into the depths of night.

[Last night was a peaceful night]

[Game over. Congratulations to the good side for their victory.]