A bearded character holding a shotgun appeared before him.
Hunter!
Lin Tian remained calm, though a flicker of disappointment crossed his mind.
He excelled most as a Wolf, orchestrating nighttime strategies and debates. During daytime speeches, whether bluffing as the Seer or reading others' tells, he'd always dominated.
But now, facing 11 unfamiliar players after a five-year hiatus, confidence eluded him.
Still, he steeled himself. This was life or death—his first gamble in this deadly game.
The tension of the "tell-reading" phase began.
Players scanned each other warily. Some radiated nervousness, others excitement.
Player 1 and Player 8 struggled to hide their grins. Are they faking it? Lin Tian wondered.
Player 9 punched the air theatrically, shouting, "Yeah!"
What a clown, Lin Tian thought, reminded of the village idiot back home.
Meanwhile, Players 2-8 exuded a stifling gloom. The Seer must be among them, Lin Tian mused. They look like they've given up on life.
[All roles confirmed. The first X Werewolf Kill match begins.]
[Good luck, losers! Hope you survive a few days. Hahaha~]
How sadistic. No wonder X Group used an AI host—a human would've been lynched.
[Night falls. Close your eyes.]
"This round follows Player 6's (Hunter) perspective."
The livestream screen turned black. As the Hunter, Lin Tian had no night actions—just awareness of his own role.
Comments flooded in:
"Player 6 looks familiar. Hope the wolves regret targeting him."
"Player 8's sketchy. Bet he's evil."
"Player 12's glowing—must be a God role!"
"Player 2's so gloomy. Wolf vibes."
"Player 7's so hot. Let's eliminate him first~"
"Player 9's a tryhard farmer. Cringe."
[Hunter, open your eyes. Your skill status is:]
A thumbs-up icon lit Lin Tian's screen.
Heh. He grinned like a fool. Fancy tech.
[Daybreak.]
The night phase ended swiftly.
During the second tell-reading round, players seemed more relaxed. Lin Tian, once a Wolf, knew to watch who others glanced at first.
His sweep of the room gave him a rough read.
[Click to run for Sheriff.]
Lin Tian joined immediately. As a veteran, he preferred controlling the narrative—whether bluffing or not. Sitting idle during votes? No thanks. Being wrong meant becoming the wolves' scapegoat, forced to grovel for mercy.
[9 players running for Sheriff: 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 11.]
[Non-candidates: 4, 10, 12.]
[Player 1's speech: 3 minutes.]
[Note: No insults, threats, or physical violence.]
Violence? Lin Tian snorted. What trauma did this system endure?
Player 1, the white-dressed ingenue, smiled sweetly.
"I'm a veteran. I specialize in *micro-expression analysis*."
The room eyed her skeptically—a classic "beautiful liar," as the saying went.
"My reads: Player 2's intense—probably has a role. Players 7 and 11 touched their noses and ears. Nervous tells."
She smirked. "I even faked a smile earlier to throw you off. Feel free to analyze me!"
Her speech dragged, earning eyerolls. Most first speakers discuss game mechanics, not shallow tells.
"I'll focus on 2, 6, 7, 11. Likely 3 wolves among candidates, 1 in non-candidates."
"I'm a goodie. I'll back the real Seer later."
Lin Tian tuned out. All fluff. Survival demands skill, not theatrics.
[Player 2's speech.]
Player 2, the balding, oily-haired man, declared:
"I'm the Seer. Player 3 is my confirmed ally!"
Gasps filled the room. All eyes snapped to Player 3, the red-gowned bombshell.
She lounged casually, side-eyeing him with disdain.
Player 1 smirked, as if to say, Told you he was sketchy.