We were sprinting toward the left side of the open field, footsteps thundering behind us. Just then, I came to a sudden stop and turned to face the charging werewolf.
"Now!" I shouted.
Number 15 and Kevin reacted instantly, lunging from both sides and grabbing the werewolf's arms tightly. Lucy froze in place, stunned by our sudden counterattack. I took a deep breath and dashed forward, yanking off the werewolf's mask—
It was Number 11.
"Lucy! Poison him!" I yelled.
Flustered, Lucy fumbled with her skill device, fingers flying across the screen. But just as she was about to activate it, Number 11 burst free with explosive strength, nearly flinging 15 and Kevin aside. He leapt at me like a beast, his once-calm eyes now brimming with murderous intent.
He was too fast. I didn't have time to dodge. I staggered back as his hands clamped down on my collar and slammed me to the ground.
The impact knocked the wind out of me. My vision blurred, and it felt like I couldn't breathe.
"Hurry!!" I screamed as loud as I could.
And then—I heard a clack. Number 11's collar was released and dropped to the ground with a metallic thud.
He froze. A second later, my collar was ripped off too.
His came off first. That meant he was the one eliminated.
He collapsed onto the ground, pale and breathless, staring at the collar in his hands like it was a lifeline that had just snapped.
And me? I lay there and started laughing.
A wild, almost manic laugh. The laugh of someone who'd just danced on the edge of death and lived to tell the tale. My eyes welled with tears. A moment ago, I thought it was over—but I was still in the game.
Lucy exhaled shakily. Kevin sat down, patting his chest. Everyone was still shaken.
Then, Number 15 furrowed his brows and looked up.
"I have something to say."
We all turned to him. He glanced around and spoke slowly.
"I checked Number 12. He's a werewolf."
The air turned still.
"What?!" Lucy blurted out. "Are you sure?"
15 nodded solemnly. "One hundred percent. My skill device showed it clearly."
I sat up, shocked and full of questions.
We were stunned, like someone had hit us with a brick. Our minds went blank.
"Wait…" Lucy said cautiously, "so you're… the real Seer?"
15 nodded.
And in that moment, we saw him in a different light. Calm, firm, collected—nothing like the quiet follower we'd assumed he was.
"I never revealed my role from the first night. It was too risky. I had to investigate, one by one. And Number 12... was my latest result." He met our eyes. "We can't afford to trust the wrong person again."
We exchanged glances, his words echoing in our minds:
"Number 12 is a werewolf."
"No way…" Lucy still hesitated.
Then Number 11 laughed coldly. "You guys are so easy to fool. We staged that 'self-attack' to trick the Witch and gain your trust. Your friend's probably already been eliminated by Number 12. Hahaha…"
I let out a bitter laugh. "What a performance…"
Lucy clenched her fists. "We got played."
Finally, the truth had come out.
Only two werewolves remained—Ron and Number 12. All we had to do now was vote them out.
The fourth night phase had ended.
The system's voice echoed overhead, calling us back to the hall. My collar was reattached—cold to the touch, yet a sharp reminder: the game was far from over.
We returned to the dimly lit hall, still tense and exhausted.
"Night 4 is over," the system droned. "Player 11 and Player 14 have been eliminated."
A heavy silence fell.
Even though we expected it, hearing the names out loud still stung.
Kevin cursed under his breath. "Damn you, Number 12…"
15 didn't show much emotion, but his voice was firmer than ever.
"The remaining werewolves—Ron and Number 12. No doubt about it."
"You're sure?" Number 4 asked.
He nodded. "I'm the real Seer. I confirmed Number 12 is a wolf. As for Ron—his coordination with Number 11 says it all."
Lucy gritted her teeth. "They've been playing us from the start… even Minghao fell for it."
Kevin's hands curled into fists. "Then we vote them now. No more mistakes."
Everyone agreed.
The room finally felt united. We had our target. The end was in sight.
Then suddenly, Ron stood up with a twisted smile, staring at 15.
"So… you're saying you're the Seer?"
15 hesitated, then nodded.
Ron burst out laughing, nearly hysterical. "Finally! I've waited so long for you to say that!"
His gaze turned razor-sharp as he declared with wild glee:
"I'm the White Wolf King."
The room froze.
"What did you say?" Kevin's voice cracked.
Ron grinned. "And my ability is to take someone down with me when I'm eliminated. And the one I'm choosing... is you, Seer."
We were stunned into silence.
15's face finally changed.
The system's voice confirmed it:
[Player 7 and Player 15 have been eliminated.]
We lost the Seer—the one person we could fully trust.
I looked around. Only a handful of players remained.
Then, the system spoke again:
[Please begin voting.]
I stood up, voice steady.
"The Seer confirmed it—Number 12 is a werewolf. Let's end this."
Lucy nodded. Kevin silently pressed his vote.
Seconds later, the system announced:
[Player 12 has been eliminated with a unanimous vote.]
We waited for the victory message, breath held.
Instead, we heard:
[Game not over. One or more werewolves still alive.]
We froze.
"What?" I gasped. "Wasn't it just Ron and Number 12?"
Kevin's voice was low. "Did we miscount? Is there… a third werewolf?"
We looked at one another. Suspicion crept into every corner of the hall.
And then the system voice returned:
[Night 5 begins. Remaining players, please proceed to the night arena.]
We entering Night 5 full of confusion, paranoia—
And no idea what was waiting for us next…