Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes

Park Min-woo and Ethan immediately stepped forward, hoping that the questions tonight would be directed at them.

This basically implies that they might be crocodiles, but they themselves aren't quite sure and need further questions to rule them out.

At dinner, the question sheet was left unfinished.

Since Hayato No. 4 is dead, one question sheet will be randomly eliminated, leaving only two for No. 5 (Lucio Dubois, or Lucio for short) and No. 6 (Ethan) to ask questions.

[Is it nocturnal?]

Does your mouth have a long shape?

Ethan gave Ludu a look, but Ludu blinked and ignored him, taking the question of whether Ludu's mouth was long and asking Park Min-woo about it.

"Yes."

Park Min-woo is confirmed; he is Crocodile.

Animals with long beaks are either crocodiles or birds with four legs, so birds can be ruled out, leaving only crocodiles.

If mice and goats are considered to have long mouths, then he has nothing to say.

Ethan didn't want to keep the issue of nocturnal behavior to himself.

Because it's extremely difficult to rule out any possibilities.

Cats, mice, and snakes can all be considered nocturnal, and they all have sharp teeth.

It would be better to give it to other players.

With that in mind, he passed the question to Ludu.

"Yes," Ludu replied directly.

The game continues. Each player chooses the number of demon statues they want to kill in front of them.

As night falls, the player returns to their cell.

Their eyes were all fixed on Tian's cell number 3, wanting to know if his prayers would be answered.

Tian was the calmest; he sat on the edge of the bed, awaiting the verdict.

The night was deathly silent. Apart from some clanging sounds, there was no scream or muffled groan of struggle.

Some people were disappointed. Could it be that the randomness of number selection really cannot be broken?

It wasn't until the next day, when the candlesticks were lit again and the darkness in the corner was dispelled, that they suddenly discovered that on the cross in cell number 3, there was indeed a dissected lizard carcass nailed to it.

Perhaps Tian was already used to dying, because he didn't scream when he was slaughtered last night.

efficient!

The mechanism of prioritizing prayers to angels has been activated!

The players were invigorated, feeling they had found a new direction.

My thoughts cleared up instantly, and even the damp, rotten air of the dungeon seemed somewhat refreshing.

Next, all they need to do is have the players who have confirmed their identities perform an angelic prayer, and then reveal their identities through a combination of truth and irony.

During the question-and-answer session, players ask questions to clarify their identities and then carry out a targeted kill on the player praying.

Once the thought process is clear, the mindset of profit distribution takes precedence.

Is the contribution greater to those who self-destruct and die, or to those who survive to the end? How will the game system distribute everyone's credit?

Are we really going to give all the opportunities to crocodiles, goats, and owls, and just obediently let ourselves be killed?

Are other animals definitely unable to pass the level?

Even if other animals have absolutely no chance of passing the level, the animal's identity is randomized each round.

In this game you might be a crocodile, but in the next you might be a lizard.

Why not wait until you become one of those three special animals before you start working hard?

This is indeed a game of raising venomous insects.

If players who have no way to communicate are gathered here, it will be very difficult for them to find a way to survive.

Even if they have an effective communication mechanism, considerable suspicion will still arise between them.

Only when someone takes the lead and is willing to sacrifice can considerations of personal gain be suppressed, and everything be done with the goal of clearing the level first.

However, this may be the true history; the owner of the manor simply didn't care about the fate of the consumables.

Anyway, there were plenty of black slaves, prisoners of war, and commoners blinded by money.

All he needs is a Gu King who can fight his way out of the game.

What he intends to do with this Gu King remains unknown.

But players are not without hope.

That's the game. The manor owner has a lot of power, but he also seems to need to follow certain rules, which is also the player's only chance of survival.

No one would actually believe such a simplistic lie as that killing two people would allow them to leave the dungeon.

Even if Hayato initially believed it, he gradually came to understand the logic and sober up during the discussion.

Killing the two is just the beginning. Leaving the dungeon won't be that simple. You might need the help of the servants and then both sides to cooperate in order to complete the game.

With different thoughts in mind, the game continued.

On the fifth day, Park Min-woo, acting as a crocodile, successfully killed the rat (Ethan) who had hinted at his identity.

With Ethan's death, the wall of Park Min-woo's cell silently slid open, revealing a dark, upward-facing staircase. The door was tightly shut and could not be opened again. He could either continue to watch or choose to immediately go up the stairs.

Because he hasn't unlocked the player lobby yet, he can't share information and review the game with others like they do. Right now, the information he can get is all based on his own personal analysis.

Some players gave him their phone numbers, but he didn't dare believe any of them.

Suspicion was ingrained in his very being and could never be erased.

He was still unsure what rewards he would get for completing the game, but since there was a leaderboard, it was likely that the further you went, the higher the reward would be.

Actually, his understanding isn't entirely wrong.

Although the ranking actually considers more factors, progress is indeed the most important metric.

He remained in the dungeon, continuing to watch the game progress, the only difference being that his room door would never open again.

Other players are a bit confused. It would be great if the player who successfully killed the two animals was an experienced player. As for the new players, they have no idea what they will experience next.

Soon, the game entered its ninth day, which was already a dead end. In the last few rounds, the players could basically guess their own animal, but it was no use. They didn't have enough animals to counter their opponent's animal. When time was up, they were killed and hung on the cross.

The candlelight faded, leaving only his.

The ring urged him to climb the stairs.

Park Min-woo looked around, silently removed a heavy bed frame, and gripped it tightly in his hand, using it as a weapon. He climbed the stairs, disappearing step by step into the darkness above.

The higher he climbed the stairs, the darker it became. There was no fire around, and even the candlesticks in his room went out after he left the dungeon.

There are walls on both sides, so even if it's pitch black, you won't get lost.

Soon, he touched a door panel.

There seemed to be a keyhole down the door panel, but he didn't have a key.

Just then, the ring came loose. He straightened it in the dark, and by touch, it felt like a key.

After a few tries, I inserted it into the lock. It turned a little stiffly, but I still managed to open the door.

creak

It was still a terrifying darkness.

He pushed the door open and walked in, but the door closed automatically. He pushed it a few times, and it was clear that the door could not be opened from that side.

He could only turn his attention back to this new space, which felt like a room with a faint smell of rotting flesh and blood. It seemed to be filled with things all around, and the space felt a bit cramped.

Park Min-woo reached out and carefully felt around; what he touched appeared to be crocodile skin.

"Is it all crocodile skin?"

He continued deeper and soon came across another door.

However, a key is still required.

The problem is that the key to his ring won't go in.

Are you suggesting that he find the key to open the door in such a blind place?

Kaka.

Strange noises came from outside the door.

He quickly took a few steps back, almost tripping over a box and making a slight noise.

The beings outside seemed to have heard the commotion he made and immediately stopped moving.

Unaware of each other's existence, the two held their breath and listened intently.

Finally, the one outside couldn't resist any longer and continued what he had just been doing.

Click.

The door was opened.

Park Min-woo is completely blind; he relies entirely on his voice.

In the darkness, a pure black cat leaped into the room through the open door, landing silently on a high box. From its vantage point, it stared intently at Park Min-woo.

Chapter 277: The Thirteenth

Holy crap! You idiot!

Oshima, who had transformed into a shadow cat, thought he was seeing things.

Tonight is the last night of this round of the game. After finally obtaining the Shadow Cat Potion, Oshima took a key under the cover of night and opened this door.

As he was unlocking the door, he inexplicably heard rustling noises coming from inside, as if someone was searching for something inside.

Startled, he immediately stopped what he was doing and listened quietly for a while.

But his transformation is time-limited, and time is precious. If he were to reveal himself in the corridor, he would also die.

Thinking that it was the last day anyway, even if I died, I had to open the door and see what clues were inside, so it wouldn't be a loss.

Now that the door was open, he immediately spotted Park Min-woo, who was holding his breath and hiding behind several boxes, trying to avoid being discovered by relying on the racial talent of the character he was controlling.

But in the eyes of the Shadow Cat, who has night vision, even though Park Min-woo's skin is pure black, every detail is still clearly visible.

This is the crocodile room, with mountains of crocodile skins, scattered fangs, and huge crocodile head specimens hanging on the walls.

This man didn't look like the owner of the manor at all; he was dressed sloppily and was a black man.

In this era of the Civil War, a Southern plantation owner with a black man? I wouldn't even dare to imagine that.

It's more likely that the player representing the crocodile successfully escaped the dungeon, and the rooms representing different animals correspond to the dungeon players' exits.

It's unclear which player this is. They didn't seem to be focusing on exchanging information about this beforehand; they only knew there were three black people in the dungeon.

and many more,

In that case, wouldn't his task be...?

Objective: Open the dungeon

【completed】

Objective: Kill the manor owner.

The old goals have been achieved, and new goals have emerged.

The same target appeared before Park Min-woo.

Boom. Boom.

Almost at the same time, heavy footsteps came from the depths of the corridor behind them.

The voice was quite familiar; it seemed to be the footsteps that had appeared at the door when they lit the lampstand.

Is this the boss battle already? He wasn't prepared at all.

Oshima knew that he couldn't communicate with other players in his current state, and besides, they couldn't see him dressed in the same black outfit, so he decided to ignore them for now and focus on finding clues in the room.