Shen Yan nodded in agreement. "That's right, he's a [Spirit Channeler]."
Based on Zhong Yi's analysis, the likelihood of Player 5 being the [Death Curse Master] was indeed very high at this point.
"Look, you killed Player 10, whose identity was questionable, on the streets. Now Player 5 is eliminated too… With two impostors already dead, even if I really were one, voting me out or not wouldn’t make much difference, right?"
Zhong Yi continued to manipulate the group.
"Besides, I’m the [Scout]. If you don’t vote me out, I’ll definitely survive till the end—no one would dare touch me."
"But…"
Shen Yan’s eyes gleamed.
As a disciple of the Tianxuan Sect, he wasn’t so easily fooled.
"What if Player 5 isn’t the [Death Curse Master]?"
"What if Player 5 was an [Impostor], and the [Death Curse Master] figured out their identity?"
Faced with Shen Yan’s skepticism, Zhong Yi remained composed, even flashing a confident smile.
"If the [Death Curse Master] still takes a shot, and the one who falls isn’t me, I’ll admit defeat… I bet they can’t pull the trigger."
Shen Yan closed his eyes, deep in thought.
From his perspective, at the very least, one impostor had already been eliminated this round.
And the probability of Player 5 being the [Death Curse Master] was indeed high…
Zhong Yi’s role was truly in a position where voting him out or not wouldn’t change much.
In the worst-case scenario—
If Zhong Yi was from the Demonic Path, and Player 5 wasn’t the [Death Curse Master], they could always vote Zhong Yi out next round.
Having made up his mind, Shen Yan, as the final speaker, finally declared:
"That makes sense. Let’s abstain from voting this round, but everyone should keep an eye on Player 2."
Having narrowly escaped disaster, Zhong Yi let out a long sigh of relief.
In his eyes, the situation was now overwhelmingly in his favor.
The Demonic Path held the upper hand!
All three members of the Demonic Path were still alive!
Among the four, identifying the [Spy] would be easy.
Xiao Hongzhi had openly attacked—definitely a true member of the Demonic Path.
Acting so rashly meant he likely wasn’t the [Death Curse Master], but rather the [Silencer], who possessed the power to mute others.
In other words, among the remaining two red-named allies, one was the [Death Curse Master], and the other was the [Spy]!
From the perspective of a true Demonic Path member, the eliminated Player 5 wasn’t one of them.
So his earlier speech would lure out the [Spy]!
Whoever dared to claim they were the [Death Curse Master] was the real ally!
"I’m just too damn brilliant~~~"
Zhong Yi gloated to himself.
Just as he revived, he saw something even more delightful—
Player 3, marked with a red name, had spawned in the same location as him!
Seeing no one else around, he immediately approached.
"Identify yourself. If you can’t, you die."
"[Death Curse Master]… Player 5 was the [Detective]. I killed them," Player 3 whispered quickly.
"Damn, you’re good! To come up with so much in such a short time… If I hadn’t seen your red name, I’d have believed you!"
"Just a minor feat, nothing special."
Zhong Yi smirked, not mentioning how close he’d come to needing a change of pants earlier.
"Player 9 is the [Spy], Player 11 is the [Rotting Fiend]… This round, we kill Player 1. During the meeting, you curse one more, and then we force the vote."
Zhong Yi laid out the plan with absolute confidence.
Player 3 accepted the orders eagerly and hurried off.
Given the current state of the game—with three Demonic Path members among nine players—
As long as they could eliminate two players before the meeting and have the [Death Curse Master] kill another…
Even if Zhong Yi was inevitably voted out next round, it would be a one-for-three trade.
This was in the bag!
"Now, all I need to do is kill one more…"
Zhong Yi sneered as he turned, sharpening his blade while eyeing Player 4, who was walking toward him…
……
Zhong Yi circled Player 4’s corpse, waiting as time ticked by.
"It’s been long enough. They should’ve killed at least one by now."
He calculated the odds.
Just as Shen Yan came into view, cautiously striding toward him, Zhong Yi calmly pulled out a wind chime.
"Brother Shen, oh Brother Shen…"
"Even if you’ve figured it out, what can you do?"
"I still have two Demonic Path allies! Hahaha!"
"This game is ours!"
With that, he rang the chime.
The vast space now held only four people.
Player 1: Shen Yan.
Player 2: Zhong Yi.
Player 7: Zhou Qiaoling.
Player 11: Guo Yunwen.
Zhong Yi froze.
Where are my allies?
Where are my two big allies???
How…
How are they all dead???
Zhong Yi was stunned.
In just two rounds, ten players had died…
His allies were all gone, and he was the prime suspect, standing on the brink of elimination…
This was it.
No way out.
"Hahaha!"
Shen Yan burst into laughter.
"Brother Zhong, oh Brother Zhong… You had us fooled. This round, we’re all voting you out!"
"Let me share what I’ve learned."
"Earlier, near the farmhouse, I saw Player 13 kill Player 6. Player 13 didn’t seem trustworthy, so I took them out myself."
"Then Player 11 told me more deaths had occurred. When we arrived, we found you, Player 2, standing by the body."
"So? Demon Zhong, ready to surrender?"
Zhong Yi chuckled helplessly. "Well… Let me think…"
Shen Yan grinned. "Take your time. Spin your tale."
Zhong Yi closed his eyes.
Scenes from the entire game flashed through his mind.
One crucial detail stood out—
Player 13 had killed Player 6.
Player 6 was his ally, Xiao Hongzhi, who had claimed to be the [Hero].
Shen Yan had mistaken Player 13 for a Demonic Path member…
Wait!
Suddenly, Zhong Yi saw the only possible path to victory.
"Heh, Brother Shen, you absolutely cannot vote me out this round."
Zhong Yi adopted an enigmatic expression.
Shen Yan frowned. "And why not?"
"Vote me out, and you lose."
Zhong Yi crossed his arms confidently.
He took a deep breath, silently reciting:
Let the tide…
Turn now!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
