"I vote for Player 3," Liu Zheng said.
To be honest, he didn't really trust any of the four self-proclaimed Seers.
Player 1 was out of the question—even if he were the real Seer, he'd be a Fake Seer, so better to get rid of him.
The speeches from Players 11, 3, and 9 all had issues to varying degrees.
Among them, Player 9's speech had the biggest problems.
Although the saying goes "when there's a Guilty Verdict, vote out the guilty one," Player 12 claimed to be the Witch first.
This was only the first round, and the Witch should have at least one potion left.
If you try to vote out a Witch who still has potions in the first round, what good player would dare follow your vote?
Even if another Witch appears later, they should settle it among themselves.
So, Liu Zheng wouldn't vote for him either.As for Players 11 and 3, their speeches were actually quite similar, both having some issues.
However, the fact that the fake Witch Player 12 told him to vote for Player 11 didn't sit right, so Liu Zheng still voted for Player 3.
"Voting completed. Player 3 is elected Sheriff."
"Last night was a peaceful night. Please, Sheriff, choose the speaking order for this round."
A gold-plated Sheriff Badge appeared on Player 3's chest.
"Sulfuric Acid Rain will arrive in 120 seconds."
Player 3 chose clockwise speaking order.
"Player 4, please speak."
"Nothing much to say. Let's not waste time, everyone. Vote out Player 1 unanimously."
"Player 5, please speak."
"Same as above."
...
The subsequent speeches were all very uniform.
Time was pressing now—anyone who delayed would be suspected as a Werewolf.
It continued until Player 1's turn to speak.
"I'm a Villager. I pretended to be the Seer earlier just to test reactions. I didn't Withdraw because I only had one vote anyway, and Player 8 wouldn't vote for me. You can vote me out if you want. That's all."
Player 1's speech was unexpectedly concise, and his will to survive didn't seem particularly strong.
This pulled him back slightly from being firmly in the Werewolf camp.
Player 2 also didn't say much, and it quickly came to Sheriff Player 3's summary.
"Since last night was peaceful, I'll definitely die tonight. My Sheriff Badge Legacy remains unchanged—I'll check Player 6. Players 9 and 11 haven't revealed their roles yet. Player 12, if you're the real Witch, poison Player 9 tonight since he gave you a Guilty Verdict anyway. I'm directing the vote against Player 1."
"All players have spoken. Begin execution voting."
The voting results were extremely consistent—everyone voted out Player 1, including Player 1 himself.
"Player 1 has been executed."
As soon as the words were spoken, a rope immediately tightened around Player 1's neck.
A gallows materialized out of thin air, hoisting Player 1 high into the air.
Player 1 struggled desperately, his expression portraying genuine agony.
But the others had no mind to watch this spectacle.
Because the Sulfuric Acid Rain was about to fall.
The players scattered like startled beasts, fleeing towards the buildings in the village.
Liu Zheng had initially eyed a two-story house, but Player 6 dashed inside ahead of him.
He tried pushing the door, but a repelling force pushed back.
Clearly, this was a reminder of the game rules—one building could only accommodate one person.
Left with no choice, Liu Zheng ran towards the nearby barn.
Just before entering the barn, he had a sudden idea and grabbed a roaming rooster.
Sure enough, the village animals weren't restricted and entered the barn with him.
Liu Zheng didn't bother observing the barn's interior but immediately pressed against the window to look outside.
The Sulfuric Acid Rain began to fall.
Turbid rain poured down like a waterfall, enveloping the entire village in a curtain of rain.
A faint glow covered all the buildings, isolating them from the rain.
But areas without building cover suffered terribly.
Player 1 was almost instantly eroded by the Sulfuric Acid Rain into a skeleton, and soon even the bones were carbonized.
It was hard to say whether he was hanged to death or burned by the acid rain.
The gallows were quickly reduced to ashes by the rain, and the ground was eroded into a pitted mess.
Only that statue remained standing firm, even appearing cleaner than before.
"That statue definitely has something going on," Liu Zheng pondered.
This Werewolf game was clearly not just a simple talking game.
To win, perhaps he needed to find another approach.
Unfortunately, he didn't recognize the writing on it, so he couldn't learn the person's identity.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
The rooster in Liu Zheng's hand crowed, seemingly quite displeased at being carried.
"What are you squawking about? If I hadn't brought you in, there wouldn't be a single feather left of you by now," he said irritably.
"At least now you're still alive, until I decide I want to eat you."
If the time flow in this Werewolf survival game was similar to reality, Liu Zheng would have to stay in this game world for several more days. This chicken was backup rations.
Also, the village had no villagers but so many poultry and livestock—that definitely wasn't meaningless.
"Why should you eat me? You're not my master," the rooster retorted.
"Oh, you can talk!" Liu Zheng's eyes lit up, and he set it down on the ground.
The rooster lowered its head and began preening its ruffled feathers.
"Hey, do you have a name?" he asked.
"Why would a chicken have a name?" The rooster looked up and gave him a strange glance.
"Why can't a chicken have a name? I know a chicken that has a name, and it's quite impressive—it's called Napoleon," Liu Zheng said.
"Who's Napoleon? And what does impressive mean?"
"Napoleon was an emperor's name. Impressive means powerful and awe-inspiring," he replied.
"Are emperors impressive? More impressive than my master?" the rooster asked.
"Who's your master?"
"My master is the village carpenter."
"Well, Napoleon is probably about ten thousand times more impressive than your master," Liu Zheng gave a conservative estimate.
"Cluck cluck, that really is impressive. Then I want a name too, one even more impressive than Napoleon!" the rooster said excitedly.
"A name more impressive than Napoleon..."
For a moment, many great or infamous names flashed through Liu Zheng's mind.
But considering censorship issues, he dismissed them one by one.
"Then you shall be called Qin Shi Huang." Given the chicken's shape, the name Qin Shi Huang seemed quite fitting.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo! I am a chicken with a name! My name is Qin Shi Huang! So impressive!" The rooster excitedly flapped its wings, fluttering around and shedding feathers everywhere.
"Alright, alright, settle down," Liu Zheng said disdainfully.
"Oh." The rooster stopped fluttering.
It opened its beak, preparing to crow.
"If you crow again, I'll stew you," he said menacingly.
"You're not my master, why should you stew me?" the rooster said dismissively.
"I even gave you a name—doesn't that make me your master?"
"No, you can only be considered my friend. The one who hatched me is my master," the rooster said seriously.
"Well then, your master's butt must be quite warm."
"Correct. Master's butt is the warmest in the whole village," the rooster nodded.
"How do you know that? What if someone else's butt is warmer?" Liu Zheng had no idea what he was saying anymore.
But it didn't matter, as long as he could extract information.
"Because others failed at hatching eggs. Only I was hatched by my master, that's why I can talk," the rooster said.
"Oh?"
So he got lucky—randomly grabbing the only talking chicken.
Was it the Front Desk Clerk manipulating things behind the scenes?
"You think it's just good luck? I ran in front of you on purpose so you'd catch me. You smell like one of my kind," the rooster said, glancing at him.
"Oh, that explains it," Liu Zheng shrugged.
The "kind" it mentioned was probably the White Feather Chicken.
"So, Qin Shi Huang, I saved your life. Shouldn't you repay me?"
"I don't want to be eaten by you."
"I won't eat you. First, tell me, who is that statue in the square?" he asked.