Chapter 59: Gell's Misfortune, the Crow's Gain

"Damn it, damn it all, Guard!"

Number 11 ground his teeth in pure rage, his eyes splitting in fury.

He should have just butchered the Guard last night!

"Is this guy using hacks? Three days and he protects through two of them for peace nights? Damn it all!"

The werewolves' already disadvantageous position completely collapsed with the arrival of this peace night, their living space infinitely compressed.

Now, Number 11, Gol, could only pray that the Seer had been affected by Number 2's elimination and hadn't checked him.

If that was the case, among all these cards beneath the sheriff's badge, as long as he could push two of them out to the gallows, there would still be a glimmer of hope for victory...

Yet, that glimmer was extraordinarily faint.

Outside the arena at this moment.

The entire venue erupted!

Almost everyone sprang to their feet.

The appearance of a peace night left countless people dumbfounded.

Even the commentators, Xiao Ming and Xiao Han, fell silent for a moment.

Xiao Han recovered a fraction quicker. He snapped back to reality, his face etched with absolute shock and an incredulous expression.

He gripped the microphone tightly in his hand.

His hand was trembling faintly.

"Horrific! Truly horrific!"

"I thought the witch tricking the werewolf into self-destructing was the absolute limit of good player execution, but I never expected another peace night to appear today! It's simply miraculous!"

"Who on earth is the Guard? Could it be Number 7 again? After the World-Destroying Witch, another Heavenly Shield has emerged!"

Commentator Xiao Ming also recovered his wits.

He likewise grasped his own microphone.

Roaring at the top of his lungs: "Ladies and gentlemen! Gol's deep contemplation yesterday is still vivid in our minds. The moment he made his kill, his confident expression made it seem as though I were looking at him in all his high-spirited glory at the 2020 World Championship!"

"As a werewolf, he had only ever fallen at the feet of the divine JK! Yet today, he has been struck down once more by a Guard! Can he still pick up the banner for the werewolf pack, turn the tides, and prop up a collapsing building?"

In the audience, everyone was stirred to great excitement by the two commentators' words.

"I give up, this match is just too dramatic! So full of theatrical twists!"

"I don't think the Guard is Number 7; I suspect it might be Number 5. Such a terrifying play is something only Number 5 from the top-ranked team could pull off."

"I disagree. Even though Number 5 is from the top-rated team, he isn't exceptionally elite himself. Didn't you notice Number 11 staring intently at Number 7 just now? I'm convinced the Guard is him!"

Inside the team preparation rooms of the major clubs.

The members of the twelve teams sitting behind the participating players all wore complex expressions.

In truth, when Number 11 targeted Number 1 for the kill, they had already felt something was amiss.

Normally, one shouldn't have gone after that opponent last night.

Yet Number 11 always insisted on walking the unorthodox path.

This was closely tied to his obstinate and self-opinionated personality.

Inside the God-Slaying team room.

The atmosphere was rather oppressive.

The bearded player who had played against Wang Changsheng in the first match, and the Raven from the second match, both wore rather grim expressions.

Their coach was so angry he rolled his eyes back into his head.

"This guy, why on earth did he go for Number 1? Just as expected, another peace night! What on earth is going on inside his head?"

The bearded player wanted to join in cursing Gol, but seeing as he was relatively docile, he held back and tried to comfort the coach. "I can roughly guess his reasoning. He probably figured the Guard would try to outthink him and choose to self-protect last night. If he had gone after that person, he would have just hit another peace night, which is why he chose to hack Number 1 to death instead."

Veins instantly bulged on the coach's neck as he roared, "Stupid! Back in the World Finals, it was because he always wanted to take unorthodox shortcuts that we lost! Didn't he pause to think how the Guard could possibly risk the Seer being murdered last night and choose a self-protect instead?!"

"I sent him abroad for a year of advanced training just to temper him, and now he comes back and plays like this? What a total waste of the team's resources!"

The God-Slaying coach took a deep breath.

After calming down slightly.

He turned his gaze toward the Raven.

"The team that loses needs to field a new player. You'll take the stage for the next round-robin. As long as you can secure a high score in the upcoming matches, your contract with the team will be revised, and from now on, the team's ace-player resources will be tilted toward you!"

The Raven had not expected Gol's maneuver to bring him such an unexpected windfall.

Though thrilled on the inside, he feigned hesitation on the surface and said, "Is this really appropriate... Brother Gol hasn't necessarily lost yet, you know."

"Bulls***!"

The coach slammed his palm onto the table once more.

"Given this board state, how could he possibly win? What is he going to win with? That iron-headed stubbornness of his?!"

"Even if he successfully pushes a good player to the gallows today, he won't be able to kill the Seer tonight. Otherwise, if the Guard still has a shield up when day breaks, and he pushes a second person out, tomorrow will be another peace night! Do you really think a Guard who can protect through two peace nights is going to let him push a third good player out?"

"Are all the other players eating free meals while he's the only one with a brain?!"

"His only path to victory is pushing a good player out today, stealthily assassinating the Guard at night, praying the Seer doesn't check him, and then pushing yet another good player out! Do you think that's even possible?"

"For all we know, the Seer might have already checked him as a guilty result yesterday!"

The God-Slaying coach breathed heavily with rage.

The Raven chuckled inwardly.

Outwardly, he maintained a hesitant expression before nodding, "I will secure a high score for our team."

Seeing their coach on the verge of fainting from anger, the bearded player quickly chimed in, "Calm down, Coach. Actually, Gol's directed kill on the first day wasn't entirely wrong either. Number 10 was the Witch, right? If he had managed to kill him on day one, given that the Witch was worried the Merchant would reflect his damage and didn't use his poison, and then the Merchant genuinely reflected himself to death when day broke on day two, that would have been a fantastic board state!"

"It's just that the Guard shielded the Witch on day one, meaning the Witch didn't die and instead listened to the information from the speeches above the badge, daring to use his poison at night, which tricked Number 2 into self-destructing. You can't entirely blame Gol for that; you just have to say the Guard this game has some real skills."

The God-Slaying coach took a deep breath, exhaled heavily, and let his gaze fall back upon the Raven.

"You were nurtured with the team's utmost devotion. I have high hopes for your temperament, logic, adaptability, and speaking ability. In the upcoming matches, I believe in you!"

Within the virtual space:

[According to the current in-game time, Player Number 3 will now begin their speech.]

It was Number 3's turn to speak.

He finally perked up.

Up until now, he hadn't uttered a single word.

The werewolves had simply gone on a wild spree of self-destructions.

And yet, he was a card sitting above the sheriff's badge!

He hadn't even had the chance to speak once.

While as a good player he should have been glad to see the werewolves eliminating themselves one by one, the problem was that he wasn't a divine role. As a plain villager card, having no chance to speak meant having zero execution!

And without execution, how was he supposed to earn any rating points?

Now, finally presented with the opportunity, he hurriedly organized his thoughts.