Werewolf: The Gamble of Freedom

Round Three — Officially Begins

As soon as the announcement sounded, the players scattered from the hall like released prey, flooding into the dark corners of the amusement park. But this time, unlike the previous two rounds—no one dared to act alone.

"Let's stick together."

"Don't fall behind. Stay close."

Such whispers echoed all around. Players moved in pairs or small groups—some even forming temporary teams of four or five. It seemed that only by staying close to others could one avoid becoming the next target.

The amusement park at night was still dimly lit, the rides slowly spinning as if unaware of fatigue, endlessly replaying the cheer of daytime—now in sharp contrast to the players' taut nerves.

Some hid behind the carousel's structures. Others climbed beneath the Ferris wheel's supports. A few paced outside the haunted house—too afraid to go in, yet too scared to leave.

"We need to find coins. We can't just hide."

"Let's find a safe spot first, then split up."

"No. We can't even tell who to trust anymore…"

Sticking together became a common instinct. But this wasn't out of genuine trust—just short-term "mutual utility."

The night grew deeper, and the wind in the park was colder than the previous rounds.

The four of us once again took shelter in the small room on the second floor of the abandoned observation tower. The door slammed shut with a "bang," as if cutting off the chaos of the outside world. The room was dim as always, but the air now felt heavier.

Leaning against a corner, I glanced at Lucy and whispered:

"We've already lost two good guys."

Kevin, frowning, sat on the floor and replied quietly:

"At this rate, we'll destroy ourselves before the werewolves even make a move."

"That's why we must vote out a werewolf tomorrow," I said firmly. "If we make another mistake, we won't have another chance."

Minghao leaned against the wall, gazing out the window, sighing:

"But no one's analyzing now. Everyone's just following the loudest voices."

Lucy gripped her device tightly and muttered:

"If we keep slinging accusations like today, we'll misvote again for sure."

I nodded slowly:

"This round, we have to stay calm. No more emotional votes."

I pulled out the skill device I carried. The screen lit up with a faint glow in the darkness—like the only lighthouse left to reveal the truth.

"Before anything else, we need to understand the roles more clearly. We can't be passive like the first two rounds."

Lucy leaned closer and asked quietly:

"Can you see anyone's role?"

"Not directly. But this device can show the roles and descriptions—just not the player names."

I brightened the screen.

"I'll skip the common ones and read out the special ones. Remember them."

Kevin nodded. Minghao pressed a hand to the wall, staying alert for any outside movement.

I began reading:

"Knight. They can challenge a player to a duel. Both identities are revealed. If the target is a werewolf, they're instantly eliminated and night falls immediately. If not, the knight dies. The skill can only be used once."

"So the knight is a key rolebreaker," Minghao noted.

"Exactly. But if they act recklessly and the target isn't a werewolf, they waste their only chance—and expose themselves."

"Next: the Sorcerer." I paused.

"They can swap identities with an already eliminated player. Their role, skill, and allegiance change accordingly. But this can only be used once."

Kevin said nothing. He just stared at me, expression unreadable.

"Now onto the werewolf camp. There's the Werewolf, the Wolf King, the White Wolf King, and the Blood Wolf.

The Wolf King and Hunter are similar—if voted out, they can take one player with them.

The White Wolf King is like the Knight—can reveal their identity and drag someone out too.

Lastly, the Blood Wolf can hide their true role and appears as a good guy if checked by the Seer or challenged by Knight."

I gave a half-bitter laugh:

"And then... there's the Jester. If voted out—they win."

Silence fell.

Minghao hugged his knees, muttering:

"Maybe we've been ignoring the real threats all along."

I looked at him:

"You mean the Sorcerer and the Jester?"

He nodded:

"Yeah. Those two are the biggest wildcards."

Kevin joined in:

"Everyone knows the werewolves are enemies. But the Sorcerer and Jester have totally different goals.

If we're not careful, they'll end up steering the game."

Lucy frowned:

"I still don't get the Sorcerer. What do they even want?"

I explained:

"The Sorcerer can take over any eliminated role.

If a werewolf dies, he becomes a werewolf.

If the Seer dies, he becomes the Seer."

"So he can become anything?" Lucy said, surprised.

"Exactly. And once he changes, he keeps the skill too." I looked at her.

"The worst part? He may start off as a good guy—but at any moment, he can flip."

Kevin said quietly:

"And we won't know when he uses his skill—or who he swapped with."

"Right." Minghao nodded.

"And even worse—there's the Jester."

Lucy looked uneasy:

"Isn't the Jester useless? No powers?"

"Their skill is this: if voted out—they win," Minghao replied with a bitter smile.

I sighed:

"The scariest part is this: We try to vote out werewolves.

But if we vote out the Jester by mistake, he wins.

The werewolves win if we fail, and so does the Jester.

Only the good guys keep losing."

"In other words," Kevin said,

"We're up against three threats: werewolves, Sorcerer, and Jester.

Catching werewolves alone isn't enough."

"This isn't just Werewolf anymore," Minghao muttered.

"It's hell-mode deathmatch."

I took a deep breath:

"That's why we can't rush our votes. Every decision now could cost the good side a life."

Lucy suddenly asked in a low voice:

"Do we... even still have a Seer?"

The room went quiet.

Kevin frowned:

"What do you mean?"

"I mean—" Lucy looked at me, then around.

"If the Seer is still alive, why hasn't he said anything?

No checking at night, no claim during the day? Two good guys are already dead and he's still hiding?"

Minghao replied:

"Maybe he's scared of being targeted by the wolves."

"But the longer he waits, the less people will believe he's real," Lucy said coldly.

"Or—maybe he's already eliminated.

Maybe the Sorcerer already took his place."

My throat tightened. A chill crawled up my spine.

Kevin said softly:

"We can't even confirm whether the Seer is still alive.

Even if someone claims, we'll have to guess if it's real…"

"Worst case," Minghao sighed,

"The real Seer is already gone—and we're still waiting for him to make a move."

"No," I added,

"Even if he's alive—he can't trust his own results."

Kevin turned to me:

"What do you mean?"

"Remember the Blood Wolf?" I said softly.

"If the Seer checks him, he appears as a good guy.

But in reality—he's a werewolf."

That hit like ice water.

Kevin murmured:

"So… even the only role we can rely on—their info might be fake?"

"Exactly." I nodded.

"If we're waiting for the Seer to guide us to the truth—we might already be headed toward the abyss."

Lucy leaned against the wall, her face pale:

"So basically…

We might not have a Seer.

And even if we do, their info might be wrong."

Kevin stayed quiet for a long time before saying softly:

"We're fighting in a fog.

Every step is on shifting ground."

I clenched the cold device in my hand.

Werewolves. Sorcerer. Jester. Blood Wolf…

The real threats weren't just the enemies in front of us—

But those standing beside us, who could turn the game upside down at any moment.

It's time to fight back.