They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 335 The Last Seven
"You have to believe me!"

"I'm a hunter, you've got guts to choose me. Once I'm dead, kill those who chose me too!"

"I...I...I am the seer, you can't choose me, believe me, that person over there is a real werewolf."

When Saleh heard the man who called himself the "prophet" pointing at him, he was so angry that he laughed: "Foolish thing, if I weren't a werewolf, you would be the one who dies in the next round."

Now, the man who claimed to be a prophet was speechless.

Neo and Rothschild stared at the timid fellow: "So nervous, could it be that you're the real werewolf?"

"I'm not, I'm not—" The other person covered their head, looking pained.

This further convinced everyone that he was a werewolf, and as a result, more than half of the people accused him.

"I'm really not a werewolf, do you really want to kill me that much..." The man suddenly lowered his arms and stopped holding his head.

"This is so much fun!"

He burst into laughter, watching as a voodoo doll appeared in front of one of the people who had accused him. Then, the doll and the person vanished in pieces.

A hunter appeared on the mirror, and the man froze, watching helplessly as his body rapidly disintegrated.

A moment later, the words "[Sorcerer]" appeared on the mirror.

Everyone was taken aback by this situation, but it didn't seem like anything particularly unexpected.

They were probably gradually getting used to the devastating news of death; if they didn't frame others, they would be the next ones to die.

In reality, they had no idea who the werewolves were; they were just pointing randomly and trying their luck.

But Saller fell silent at this point.

The identities of those who have died so far include an idiot, a crow, a lucky guy, a witch, a sorcerer, and a hunter.

The original fifteen souls were reduced to nine in a short time. If we don't find the werewolf quickly, who knows how many people will die in the next round.

He couldn't help but start cursing the prosecutor again. When someone is very angry but doesn't know how to vent, cursing their superior is undoubtedly a good way to relieve psychological pressure.

As a child, Sall dared to question teachers and principals; as an adult, he insulted prosecutors, which can be described as extremely lacking in manners.

But unlike those who are two-faced, he dared to curse and even hit people to their faces, so this hot-tempered man couldn't find a job for a time.

But everything has two sides.

The good news is that he is very good at fighting. Saller once fought against a supernatural being and was not at a disadvantage. The terrible scene was witnessed by the Order Association's 05 senior prosecutor who went out to buy bread.

So the prosecutor ran over excitedly, as if he had discovered a treasure, and asked him if he wanted to join the Order Association, even offering him a very high salary to entice him.

As a result, the prosecutor was assaulted.

The prosecutor's name is Beges Angret, and as you can tell from her name, she is a woman.

In Endlers, where gentlemanly conduct is fashionable and ladies are known for their elegance and propriety, it's not easy to find someone like that. So, Beges caught the punch and excitedly grabbed the man and ran off.

"Child, if you reach out your hand, I'll take that as your agreement!"

He was subjected to insults all the way.

After returning to the association, Beges began to introduce the new work environment to Sall, and then invited other prosecutors to watch together. The "rare species" that could fight against supernatural beings but were not patients ended up being scolded and almost beaten up.

Saller had great potential. When he made his move, some of the containment objects in the Association rioted. They found it strange that someone was attacking the prosecutor, and some even tried to break containment to help him.

The attempt failed. The medical staff at the association's 03 department initially thought Saller had mental problems and took charge of providing him with psychological counseling. However, after a thorough examination, they discovered that he did not have bipolar disorder; the truth was... he was simply rude and lacked manners.

In response to this situation, the psychologist communicated with him for many days, but after leaving the consultation room, he also began to believe in madness, and would beat people up whenever he didn't like something.

The association had to sacrifice many doctors to make Saller behave a little better. Compared to before, his behavior has improved a lot, which shows that the transformation has been very successful.

The association is a mixed bag, and Saller's personality isn't particularly outstanding, but Beges thinks that if he lived a little longer, it wouldn't be impossible for him to get promoted.

People with exceptional physical abilities have limitless potential, which means they are more adept at using mystical items than others.

The association's job is to cultivate talent; in order to withstand potential natural disasters, they need all kinds of talent.

There's a saying that might not sound pleasant, but the world's development is driven and transformed by a group of outstanding talents. Compared to ordinary investigators, Saller is more important to the association.

Under these circumstances, some prosecutor secretly sent Saller on a mission behind Beges's back. By the time she found out, Saller was already dead.

Sall is dead.

What a sad story.

Salle snapped out of his reverie, wondering why he had thought of these things. Logically, these were things he should have looked back on before he died, but now, looking back after his death, he had nothing but regret.

The water was plunged back into nightmarish darkness.

He discovered that he could still keep his eyes open.

The game continued, and Saler listened to the voices, verifying other people's identities as instructed.

The result was obvious: the person was still not a werewolf.

Everyone was opening their eyes and then closing them again.

After the water cleared up again, the black marketeer and the curse master were dead.

Ria shook her head: "It's a real shame. Sometimes parting comes so suddenly."

"So, does anyone have any new clues about who the werewolf is?"

"I'm not playing anymore! Let me get out of here!"

"Sorry, you should know that yelling won't end the game unless you want to be chosen as a werewolf."

There are now only seven souls left.

The seven personalities looked at each other in bewilderment, while Saller focused his gaze on the now blank mirror surfaces.

"Is it possible that the werewolf knows all of our identities? Is he just toying with us...?"

"If that's the case, why did the black marketeer and the curse master die? The black marketeer can grant others abilities, but if they are turned into werewolves, they die. The tactician can add a werewolf, but it's also possible that Cupid's ability came into play."

Cupid chose two personalities to be his lovers; one was killed by a werewolf, so the other committed suicide in despair.

"The curse master's ability is to curse a person. If the person dies, the person on the left will also die. The black marketeer and the curse master are not located next to each other."

They shouldn't have any necessary connection.

So in this situation, excluding me, the werewolf is among the remaining people. Who is it...?

(End of this chapter)