Zhang Ziming quickly opened two cases of beer and placed them on the table. Ye Wan chuckled beside him, "Are you really going to drink all of that?"
"Drink all of it?" Zhang Ziming paused, then pointed at Su Yang and Pan Ning.
"Do you know how much these two can drink? This amount isn’t even enough for them to rinse their mouths."
"That impressive?" Ye Wan smiled skeptically.
"Weren’t you at the last party? Didn’t you notice their drinking skills?"
Ye Wan shook her head. "I wasn’t paying attention."
"Alright, fine. Just watch today—we’ll definitely need to order more. This really isn’t much."
While the two chatted, the others scattered—some heading to the restroom, others grabbing glasses.
A few minutes later, everyone finally gathered around the sofa, ready to start the game.
Zhang Ziming poured drinks for everyone, while Meng Qianyu crouched by the coffee table, scribbling something on an A4 sheet.
Soon, she finished writing ten cards and spread them on the table with a grin. "There are eleven of us, so excluding the moderator, that leaves ten cards."
"We’ll play the simple version: three werewolves and seven villagers per round. The villagers consist of three special roles and four ordinary ones. Both sides must eliminate the other completely to win."
Hearing this, Zhang Ziming frowned. "Wait, don’t the werewolves just need to eliminate one side? Otherwise, three against seven seems too hard for them."
Meng Qianyu thought for a moment, glancing at the confused faces around her. "Fine. The werewolves win if they eliminate either all the special roles or all the ordinary villagers in a round."
Su Yang raised his hand. "What are the special roles for the villagers?"
Meng Qianyu blinked at him. "Su Yang, didn’t you play this all the time?"
"Me? I’ve only played it once in my life—don’t laugh!"
"You made it sound like you were a pro earlier."
Meng Qianyu sighed. "Alright. The special roles are Seer, Hunter, and Witch. Should I explain their abilities?"
Liu Bo nodded eagerly, grinning sheepishly. "Yes, please! I’ve played a few more times than Yang here, but I never really understood it."
After he spoke, Lu Yun and Tang Ziyun also nodded in agreement.
Meng Qianyu smiled. "Okay, quick rundown. The Witch has an antidote and poison. The antidote can save a player killed by werewolves that night, while the poison can kill any player. But the Witch can’t use both in the same night—only one per night. Also, the Witch can’t save herself."
She looked around. "Clear?"
Su Yang gave her a thumbs-up. "Very good."
"Oh? Su Yang, your English pronunciation is pretty sharp."
"Really? I like studying in my free time."
"Maybe you could teach me sometime?"
Su Yang waved modestly. "No way—you grew up abroad. If anything, I should be learning from you."
Before they could continue, Pan Ning rolled her eyes and cut in. "Are you two done derailing the topic?"
Meng Qianyu flushed. "Right, sorry. Su Yang, we’ll chat later?"
Su Yang winked. "Deal!"
"Okay, back to the roles. The Seer can check a player’s alignment—good or evil—each night. The Hunter can shoot any player upon dying normally, but not if poisoned by the Witch."
After summarizing, Meng Qianyu scanned the group. "Got it now?"
Everyone nodded. Liu Bo thumped his chest confidently. "Got it! Give me a werewolf card—I’ll slaughter everyone!"
Meng Wenzhou smacked his arm, laughing. "Cards are drawn randomly. Have you even played before?"
Liu Bo grinned. "Yeah, yeah. Just hyping myself up."
"Alright, everyone draw a card. Keep it hidden!" Meng Qianyu shuffled her homemade cards and spread them on the table.
Seated left to right on the sofa were: Meng Wenzhou, Liu Bo, Su Yang, Pan Ning, Tang Ziyun, Lu Yun, Ye Wan, Shen Yixue, Zhang Ziming, and Ji Bo.
One by one, they drew a card.
Liu Bo peeked at his, barely suppressing a smirk.
Su Yang checked his card expressionlessly—just an ordinary villager.
Once everyone had looked, Meng Qianyu spoke. "All set? Place your cards face-down. Oh, and when I ask questions later, thumbs-up means good, thumbs-down means bad. Clear?"
"Wait, should we toast first?" Liu Bo lifted his glass.
"Sure, I’m kinda thirsty," someone agreed.
They clinked glasses and drank.
Meng Qianyu set hers down, wiping her lips. "Ready?"
"Hold on!" Meng Wenzhou raised his hand.
"What now?"
"Any penalties for the losing team?"
"Penalties?" Meng Qianyu glanced around. "Up to you guys."
Meng Wenzhou eyed the group. "Here’s the deal: losers drink half a bottle each, then treat everyone to late-night snacks—none of this hotel junk. I want spicy food, like skewers. Also, the losing team picks two people at random: one carries the other for twenty squats."
Liu Bo’s eyes lit up. "Ohhh!"
Ji Bo grinned. "Great penalty—exercise included. I’m in!"
Shen Yixue added, "If both are girls, fewer squats?"
Meng Wenzhou nodded. "Ten for two girls, twenty for mixed or two guys. Any objections?"
Seeing none, he turned to Meng Qianyu. "Start the game."
She smiled. "Game on. Night falls—close your eyes."
Ten pairs of eyelids shut in unison.
"Keep them closed! No peeking," Zhang Ziming warned.
"Relax, who’d cheat at a game?" Ji Bo retorted, eyes squeezed shut.
Once silence fell, Meng Qianyu intoned, "Werewolves, open your eyes."
Three players cracked their eyes open, stealthily scanning for allies.
Meng Qianyu smiled faintly, confirmed the identities of the three players, and continued, "Werewolves, please choose your target to kill. Only one victim is allowed."
The three werewolves exchanged glances before finally settling on a target.
"Alright, werewolves, close your eyes. Witch, please open your eyes. Last night, the victim was..."
"Would you like to use the antidote? Would you like to use the poison?"
"Very well, witch, close your eyes. Seer, please open your eyes. Whose identity would you like to verify?"
After a two-second pause, Meng Qianyu gave a thumbs-up gesture and said, "This person's identity is..."
"Seer, close your eyes."
"Hunter, open your eyes. Hunter, close your eyes."
"Alright, daybreak."
As Meng Qianyu's words faded, everyone pretended to casually open their eyes and looked at her.
"Last night was a peaceful night."
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
