Brother Shen Died Then Who Is He

The ratio of demons to good players was two to seven.

In this round, they needed to eliminate at least two good players, and Lu Ze had to snipe another one during the meeting to have even the slightest chance of victory.

But the problem was—there was too little information.

The previous round had ended in less than two minutes.

And the good players were tight-lipped.

The good news was, Lu Ze and his demon teammate, Player 6, had spawned near each other.

"Junior Brother Guo... I'm not mistaken, am I?"

Lu Ze lowered his voice, imitating Shen Yan's tone.

He had recognized Shen Yan the moment [Taotie] spoke.

If he couldn’t mimic others' in-game roles, he’d mimic their real-life identities instead.

"S-Senior Brother Shen!? You’re not..."

Player 6—Guo Yunwen—was startled, confirming Lu Ze had guessed right.

"That was probably Old Lin... Though, it’s also possible someone else is impersonating me. Like Brother Lu."

Lu Ze shook his head unhurriedly.

"Oh? If that old demon Lu actually died on the first day, that’d be fantastic. Heh heh heh..."

"..."

"Senior Brother Shen, what should we do now?"

"We’re already too far behind in rounds... This time, you and I must kill at least two good players to have any hope of winning."

"It’s too crowded now—it’ll be hard to act..."

"If we don’t act now, we’ll lose for sure. Even if we’re caught, it’s fine. Try to trick others into revealing their roles. I can use [Curse Kill] to catch up."

"Got it!"

Guo Yunwen didn’t doubt Lu Ze’s plan.

The two split up, each looking for an opportunity.

Lu Ze, however, wasn’t in a hurry to strike.

Guo Yunwen was the aggressive type—he wasn’t.

His cover as a good player had to last until the decisive moment.

He blended back into the crowd.

By now, the good players’ guard wasn’t as high as in the first round. Some had begun carelessly leaking information.

For example, Player 3 was armed—likely the [Constable].

Player 5 mentioned seeing Player 6 chasing Player 4 near a corner.

Lu Ze knew that spot well—there was a suit of armor there.

Guo Yunwen was his teammate. If he was chasing Player 4, it had to be when no one else was around.

If Player 5 wasn’t lying...

Then Player 4 had to be the [Artisan], a role that could hide inside armor.

"Someone’s dead! Someone’s dead!"

A shout drew everyone toward the factory.

Seeing Guo Yunwen surrounded by the crowd, Lu Ze’s heart sank.

He’d been caught red-handed...

If a meeting was called now, even if Lu Ze succeeded in [Curse Killing] one, they’d still be too far behind.

They needed to kill one more...

No—two more good players!

Luckily, the good players had surrounded Guo Yunwen but weren’t rushing to call a vote.

Lu Ze suspected the real reason was that they couldn’t find the body.

Guo Yunwen’s role was [Ghoul]—he could devour a corpse.

If the sole witness had run back to call for help, Guo Yunwen had plenty of time to eat the body unnoticed.

"Player 6, what’s your role? Talk!"

"Where’s the body? Didn’t you say someone died?"

"Player 6 ate it!"

...

Guo Yunwen was a veteran of The Demon’s Game.

Faced with accusations, he quickly spun a defense.

"I said I was an armed good player, and Player 4 just ran. I thought he was suspicious, so I killed him... As for the body, there’s a [Ghoul] this round—they must’ve eaten it to frame me."

Naturally, no one bought it.

They pressed Guo Yunwen to reveal his role, but he stayed silent.

Lu Ze knew he was stalling for his kill cooldown.

"Player 3, you’re armed, right? Kill him! He’s definitely not good!"

"He’s trying to run—kill him now!"

"All armed players, go!"

...

Player 3 hesitated, then gave chase.

Lu Ze positioned himself carefully, keeping Player 3 between himself and Guo Yunwen.

He needed a chance to strike "justifiably" to turn the tide.

Then—a twist.

Player 3, the [Constable], seemed afraid of a mutual kill and hesitated.

Guo Yunwen seized the opening and stabbed him dead.

‘This is it!’

Lu Ze’s eyes lit up.

A bold plan formed in his mind.

He stepped forward and activated his kill skill—

"Accidentally" slashing Player 13, who had been pressing close to him.

"Ah, damn it!"

Lu Ze "panicked," then quickly rang the meeting bell over the corpse.

As everyone gathered, Lu Ze sighed and explained earnestly:

"I saw Player 6 kill Player 3, so I knew he wasn’t good... My blade lit up, and I tried to kill him, but Player 13 suddenly got in the way..."

When he said "blade lit up," his gaze swept the crowd.

Player 8’s subtle reaction gave him the answer.

"Wait!"

Player 8 frowned.

"You said... your blade lit up? What does that mean?"

Lu Ze’s lips curled faintly.

‘Found you.’

[Avenger] was a known role this round—their skill allowed them to briefly gain a kill opportunity if someone nearby was murdered.

Only one person would react to "blade lit up"—the real [Avenger]!

Lu Ze feigned guilt and continued:

"Right when he killed someone, my skill activated. Yeah, I’m the [Avenger]."

As he spoke, he silently activated [Curse Kill].

Target: Player 8.

Role—

[Avenger]!

Thud!

Player 8 collapsed, impaled through the chest.

Before anyone could react, Lu Ze suddenly laughed in relief:

"Hah! You fell for it... I’m the [Knight]!"

[Knight]?

Even if the role existed this round, the only possible [Knight] was the unlucky Player 13, who’d just died trying to help.

So...

This lie was flawless.

"I knew the [Death Curse Master] was still alive, so I pretended to be the [Avenger]... and Player 8 took the bait! Close call."

Lu Ze patted his chest, smiling.

"This round, we vote out Player 6. Good players should win now."

No one objected.

His story, paired with Player 8’s sudden death, was too convincing.

Too perfect.

As he was voted out, Guo Yunwen delivered one last performance—

Despair, fear, struggle...

Then elimination.

The moment his soul ascended, Guo Yunwen burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"Holy shit, Senior Brother Shen is insane..."

"How did he turn this disaster into a win in seconds?"

"I knew he was good, but this good? Damn..."

Guo Yunwen was in the middle of speaking when he suddenly realized...

Shen Yan's soul had long since drifted into the air, staring at him with an exasperated expression.

"Senior Brother Shen???"

"Why are you here??"

"Then..."

"Who is he???"