Chapter 7: My Gun Has Been Blessed

“You little rascal, daring to check and vote me out—thinking I’m just a regular villager you can use as a scapegoat, huh? Wait until I prove my identity.” Chen Fan stared at Player 9, who was lying through his teeth, the muzzle of his gun already trained on him. But more than anything, he was excited—this was the first time in his life he’d picked the right side.

“This guy is honored to be the first wolf to fall to my gun. This will be a bold, unforgettable mark in my history of Werewolf. It’s finally happening.”

Today, luck was on his side: his first win, the first time on the right team, the first time aiming at the right target.

However, after he fired this shot, he wondered how to continue. If Zhou Ji used his poison on the right person, there would only be three wolves left. If he poisoned the wrong person, it was a lost cause no matter how they played it.

Judging from the others’ speeches, Chen Fan believed Zhou Ji would get it right—partly because of his skill, partly because he had to believe it.

“My logic is simple. The badge order has been set: first 1, then 10. Today, we vote out Player 6, who’s been checked as a wolf. That should pretty much guarantee our win.”

Player 9 had put on a show for a while and finally made his voting declaration. Chen Fan, meanwhile, was eager, sharpening his metaphorical blade.

In the end, they were short by half a vote. As with the previous day, those tearing the badge were Players 1, 6, and 8; Players 2 and 3 abstained; Players 4, 9, and 10 voted for Player 6.

“Why is the guard still voting for me? I can see the situation clearly—could their logic be even messier than mine?” Chen Fan didn’t rush to make his last words. He thought back on Player 4’s earlier actions and felt it was worth taking a gamble.

With a cold laugh, Chen Fan said, “I’m the Hunter. Player 9, you’ve hit a steel plate. I was planning to shoot and take you out—the only openly obvious wolf on the field. But I want to spice things up. I think Player 4 is a fake guard. Let’s see during the post-game review. If we lose, I’ll share the blame with the Witch. I’ll shoot Player 4.”

“The Hunter uses their ability. Player 4 is eliminated. The game continues. Night falls—please close your eyes.”

Even as he left the game, Chen Fan could feel the intense resentment coming from behind—that cold, indifferent gaze belonged to Zhou Ji.

“With such a clueless guard, better to be rid of her. I won’t let her be an accomplice to the villains. I’ll judge her with my gun of justice.” Chen Fan acted on instinct with that shot, uncertain if he’d made the right call—he’d just have to wait for the game to end and the results to be revealed.

“I never imagined you’d aim that shot at me,” Player 4 said, approaching him. “Taking out 9 or 10 would’ve made sense, but I was the only one openly claiming the guard role.”

Now that she’d come up to speak, Chen Fan took a good look at her. She was a bit tall, with a touch of baby fat, probably about his age.

“My intuition told me you were a wolf. That position shouldn’t claim guard—it’s too hard to prove. I was afraid a real guard wouldn’t be able to outclaim you, so I took a risk.”

Chen Fan’s words were half logic, half instinct. He’d taken the blame before—one more wouldn’t make a difference. Maybe Zhou Ji would shoulder even more.

“Well, you guessed right. I actually was a wolf. I was nervous when I claimed guard, scared someone would stand up and challenge me. But there was nothing else I could do—bad tactics, and we lost two wolves in one night.”

Chen Fan’s interest was piqued. “Were you planning a self-attack to bait the Witch’s potion?”

She nodded. “Our wolf teammate, Player 5, didn’t vote that round. We wanted to give him a better identity. Who knew the Witch wouldn’t save, and then poisoned another wolf instead. I had no choice but to claim guard and try to push you out. There was still hope that way—if only you hadn’t been the Hunter.”

“You played well. What’s your name? I’m Xiao Yuhuo, just finished my college entrance exams.”

“Chen Fan, also a recent graduate, studying at Yuan Yu University here in the city,” he replied promptly.

Xiao Yuhuo was surprised. “What a coincidence! I also got into Yuan Yu University. But your name—I feel like I’ve heard it before?”

“Where?” Chen Fan was startled. He hadn’t expected his reputation to precede him, that even a girl he’d just met would know his name.

She looked away, searching her memory. “If I remember right, when I first started playing face-to-face Werewolf a month ago, you were still at the bottom of the rankings, right? I remember a guy named Chen Fan who lost over forty games in a row—really terrible at it.”

Chen Fan was momentarily speechless. She had no idea his losing streak had actually reached a hundred games, and only today had he finally won. Collecting himself, he forced a laugh. “People improve. The more you play, the better your logic gets, and your win rate naturally goes up.”

Speaking of win rates, counting this game, Chen Fan’s was only about 2%—definitely bottom tier.

“If you have time, let’s play again sometime. I have things to do this afternoon, so I’m heading off,” Xiao Yuhuo said with a sweet smile, waving goodbye.

As he walked into the observation room, Li Peijun was already waiting, his expression complicated—probably thinking Chen Fan’s shot had missed its mark.

“Chen Fan, that mysterious snipe of yours was spot on. At first, I didn’t know what you were doing, skipping the obvious wolf, but during the post-game review I realized your shot was genius—truly powerful. Still, Zhou Ji played really well too, taking out two wolves in one night.”

Just then, Zhou Ji came in, munching on a bag of chips, the crunch echoing in the room. “Nice job, legendary sharpshooter. Player 3, who was the golden water card, was actually the real guard. If you hadn’t fired that shot, I might not have figured out which of Players 3 or 4 was the guard.”

“Why didn’t you use your healing potion on the first night? I’d like to know,” Chen Fan asked, curious.

Zhou Ji recalled, “I mentioned I was going to use my healing potion, right? So the wolves might have arranged a self-attack to bait it out. Player 11 was a definite wolf in my eyes—even if we lost one villager and one wolf, it wouldn’t be too bad. If the good guys couldn’t see the situation clearly, a peaceful night wouldn’t help much anyway. Might as well make it more exciting.”

“Your skills have improved! Did you have a revelation in your dreams last night? If you’d played this well yesterday, I’d have cracked the top thirty rankings. Come on, Great White Shark, you have to keep pushing,” Zhou Ji praised, though he still needed to give a hard nudge after losing so many chips yesterday.

“Feels like my instincts were dead on today. First game, I suspected the Seer would check me as a wolf, and sure enough, I got the check. Second game, I guessed Li Peijun was the real Seer, and Player 4 was a fake guard—both turned out right.”

Zhou Ji sighed, “Sometimes, logic isn’t enough to win this game. You also need luck. You can talk all you want, but if no one believes you, you can’t stir up any trouble.”

Tossing his empty chip bag, Zhou Ji continued, “Girls have a natural advantage in this game—people just instinctively trust them. I’ve been burned by that before. The real Seer was a cute girl, no one believed me, and all my teammates took the bait. It was infuriating.”

“You playing more? I hope to face you on the opposite side next time—I’ll rub your face in the ground,” Chen Fan boasted shamelessly. Two wins had given him a clearer sense of himself; it seemed the universe finally intended for him, a long-lost treasure, to shine.

“I’m done for now. I have a part-time job this afternoon—gotta earn a living. Don’t let your gun blow up on you,” Zhou Ji replied. He had things to do and couldn’t play all day like Chen Fan.

“All right then, maybe next time.”

Riding this wave, Chen Fan was determined to finally wash away the shame of his past defeats.