Bai Youwei looked at them with disbelief. “Are you serious… I assumed that players who made it to the qualifying round would at least have some understanding of the game and its items. Do you honestly think the system would hand a player an item with unlimited uses?”

Everyone glanced at one another.

Of course it wouldn’t.

The game system valued fairness above all else. The more difficult the game, the better the rewards—and the better the rewards, the more stringent the conditions for using them.

Typically, there would be limits on uses, or limits on duration, or limits on the target. In any case, the system would never allow a player to use an item without restraint.

With no trace of fear for the so-called “divine punishment,” Bai Youwei laid out her reasoning clearly:

“If the item in his hands was really that powerful, why wait until the voting rounds? The monitor can’t rule him in violation anyway—he could just kill us all off and then win the game with the yellow eyes~

He hasn’t done that. Why not? Because his item has limitations. He can’t do it.”

It was a simple enough logic that anyone could work out—except that the image of those massive black moths crawling out of a human body had been so horrifying! The impression it had stamped into their minds was so overwhelming! Fear had impaired their judgment!

One of the men knitted his brow and said in a low, firm voice: “What you’re saying isn’t wrong, but… I still don’t want to take that risk. No one can say for certain that ‘divine punishment’ won’t fall on them.”

After the man finished speaking, two or three other red eyes nodded in agreement.

For a moment, even the short-haired woman who led them couldn’t help but waver.

Bai Youwei regarded them coolly.

This wasn’t cowardice exactly—it was a conservative choice made after weighing all the stakes. What some might call playing it safe.

Usually, once even one person in a group became like this, a second would follow, then a third… a fourth… until the majority’s decision had been influenced.

Bai Youwei let out a silent sigh in her heart.

—Having no compatible allies in a game like this felt the way it would for a chef to have no reliable knife to hand. You simply couldn’t do your best work.

“Let me give you one final breakdown.”

She chose her words carefully, then spoke again.

“The second round of voting was at two in the morning. Xufang He was betrayed by the Black man, and the two of them didn’t meet again after that. Then around nine-thirty in the morning, by the time of the third round of voting, the Black man met with his fate. From this alone, at least two pieces of information about the item can be inferred.”

The short-haired woman found this somewhat puzzling—wasn’t this all something everyone already knew? How did it reveal two pieces of information?

The others also looked at Bai Youwei in confusion.

“What two pieces of information?”

Bai Youwei lowered her gaze and continued: “First: this item can only affect one person at a time.

The Black man and his white companion had always been the leaders of the blue-eye side. Yet Xufang He only took one life, then used the vote to eliminate the white man. Was it that he had suddenly turned soft-hearted? No—the most likely explanation is that his item can only affect one person at a time.

So you have absolutely no reason to worry—because if Xufang He plans to make a move today, his target will certainly be me. You’ll all be perfectly safe.”

The moment she said this, everyone’s expressions visibly relaxed.

It was just as Bai Youwei had said—a tool that powerful wouldn’t be used carelessly. And even if it was, it should logically be directed at someone like Bai Youwei or the short-haired woman, the obvious figureheads.

The short-haired woman asked Bai Youwei: “What’s the second piece of information?”

“Time.” Bai Youwei answered calmly. “Moths don’t appear from thin air. From egg to larva, larva to pupa, then emerging as an adult—the entire process takes time. That’s also precisely what explains why the Black man didn’t suffer his fate until the following day.

In other words, if Xufang He wants me to die during the next round of voting, he would need to make his move against me right now, at the very least. And this brings us to the third piece of information—

How did he make his move against the Black man?”

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