CHAPTER 301: CHAPTER 301: THE FIRST VOTE

The image abruptly stopped here.

When Baiyu broke free from the Illusion Realm, the little girl’s phantom in the room had vanished, leaving only a small, crystal-clear gem on the desk, gleaming like a diamond.

He placed it in his palm.

A chilling aura continuously emanated from it.

Baiyu wasn’t sure what it was, so he put it away. Just then, after the two finished searching the room, the murmurs that marked the start of the game began again.

Dawn has arrived!

...

The concept of night and day in the Ancient Castle did not refer to time.

Instead, they represented the game’s action rounds.

Once it was daylight, the Werewolves could no longer act to kill, while the good people would vote, holding the power to expel someone.

After night falls.

Werewolves could act and hunt down the good people.

At this moment.

After the murmurs resounded in their ears, Duan Yiren and Baiyu could no longer move, and they returned to the room from the beginning through teleportation.

In the room.

The people exchanged glances, their eyes brimming with caution.

Soon someone noticed the numbers were wrong.

"There are only eleven people left; one person died last night."

A somewhat gloomy voice rose up.

The man in the coat who claimed to be the Prophet pointed to a corner of the room: "Last night, I checked her identity, and she’s a good person."

Following the direction he pointed.

It was a woman from the Demon Race, her conspicuous horns declaring her identity.

Everyone remained silent.

Not many believed the man in the coat, but for now, since he was the only "Prophet," the others had no choice but to believe him.

"So, who do we vote for today?"

A man glanced around, breaking the silence.

The man in the coat replied: "According to the rules, today we’ll judge by contribution, expelling those who haven’t found anything. After all, the Werewolves would surely be looking to kill at night, not searching for clues to escape."

After he finished speaking.

The man in the coat pulled out a map from his pocket: "When I was teleported, I ended up in the castle’s underground water prison, with many cells below.

Though most of them are empty.

One cell was locked, and I couldn’t open it, but I believe there might be a clue to escape inside."

He spread the map out, sharing it with everyone.

"I was teleported to a garden where a little girl was crying beside a rockery. I found the scene very eerie and didn’t go over."

Another person said.

With the beginning of sharing, everyone started discussing their experiences in the castle. After previous searches, they all realized that there were many bizarre things in the castle.

The most crucial aspect was.

They still had no clue on how to escape.

Next.

Everyone began to gather and summarize the information they had obtained.

"Searching like this is too inefficient."

At this moment.

Baiyu suddenly spoke up.

The man in the coat asked hesitantly: "Do you have any good ideas?"

"I wouldn’t call it a good idea, at most a simple one.

This game differs from traditional Werewolf. We all return here during the day, at which point we can’t explore, and the Werewolves can’t kill.

After all, the rules clearly state.

Good people cannot be killed during the day by the Werewolves.

So even if the Werewolves have overwhelming power, the good people still have ways to win.

That is to survive the night!

Our night-time isn’t fixed.

Once a good person is killed by a Werewolf, the night immediately ends, and our precious exploration time ends with it.

So.

I believe the priority now is to ensure the safety of the good people during the night.

Everyone’s best bet is to move as a group, and each time night falls, our teleportation spots are random, but this issue isn’t unsolvable."

Baiyu moved to the side of a table, picking up the map lying on it:

"This map roughly depicts one-third of the castle’s layout; you all can memorize it later.

Once teleported to this one-third area, everyone should meet here, at the side hall of the castle.

Those teleported elsewhere should strive to stay alive, hide as best as they can, avoid being killed by the Werewolves, and give more exploration time to the good people moving in groups."

Everyone here was intelligent, quickly grasping Baiyu’s intention.

Indeed.

If everyone acted like the man in the coat, it would be easy for the Werewolves to catch lone prey, ending the night immediately, leaving no time for exploration.

Moving in groups,

This could significantly increase the difficulty for the Werewolves to hunt.

Even if the Werewolves were exceptionally powerful and unafraid of the good people moving together, they could at most kill one person.

Once a murder occurs, dawn would break immediately.

Everyone would be teleported back to this initial room.

At that point.

The surviving good people would know the Werewolf’s identity, easily voting them out.

The only thing to watch for with this plan is.

The other area people must hide well, to avoid the Werewolves finding them.

"Not bad, this plan is feasible."

The man in the coat’s eyes lit up, nodded, and finalized the decision.

Next, the tense and thrilling voting session commenced.

The man in the coat, the Demon Woman, and Baiyu were the least suspected; they naturally wouldn’t be voted out first.

Among the remaining eight,

Four provided no information at all.

The votes were directed towards them.

In the end.

The man in the coat cast his deciding vote, eliminating a Giant Frog Race non-human.

Not only did he not offer any information, but he also couldn’t speak the common language, making communication quite taxing.

Keeping him wouldn’t provide any assistance.

As the Giant Frog Race being was voted out, thick black mist suddenly enveloped him, devouring his flesh instantly, leaving only a pile of white bones behind.

People’s gazes varied.

Being voted out meant death.

But now, there was no sympathy or pity, as every decision concerned their own survival; if another wasn’t dead, it meant it would have been them instead.

Reaching this point, how could anyone lack this level of decision-making?

The black mist gradually dissipated.

Following the vote, the daytime process concluded, and the familiar murmurs sounded in everyone’s ears again.

"Night descends, please close your eyes..."

The voice was hoarse and hollow, causing a daze of consciousness.

When Baiyu came to his senses.

He found himself standing at a grim and dark entrance to the basement, with the sound of rushing water below.

"A water prison connected to the underground dark river?"

Baiyu recalled the cells the man in the coat had mentioned.

This time he was alone; Duan Yiren had been teleported elsewhere, her survival left to her own fortune.

Buzz...

A butterfly emerged from Baiyu’s clothing, landing on his shoulder, gently fluttering its wings.

The dormant Blood Worm queen was retrieved from the nurturing space by Baiyu.

Dozens of Blood Worms, under the queen’s control, began flying into the dark dungeons, each red light silently melding into the shadows.

With Blood Worms exploring ahead, Baiyu no longer hesitated, stepping into the dungeon.

Just in case.

He left several Blood Worms outside too.