No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

Mu Zhixi guessed that the players had already filled in the blanks in their minds, so she pretended to have just pulled herself out of her distant memories, turned her head slightly, and looked at everyone.

Though the eyes beneath the wings were invisible, the perfectly timed confusion was precisely conveyed to everyone present.

"Sister Ran!"

Cheng Xiaocheng is all about sincerity. Seeing that the big shot had "come to his senses," she immediately wanted to report everything that had just happened in detail.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, the dragon girl, who had been quietly nestled in Mu Zhixi's arms, suddenly raised her head.

[With the number of surviving players reaching twelve again, the final game has been unlocked.]

Next, all survivors will participate in the Game Hall's judgment.

[All players who do not currently possess an identity card will be granted one, and you will soon be transported to the Hall of Fame.]

As the eerie game system announced its presence without any emotion, intricate teleportation arrays began to light up on the ground beneath everyone's feet.

Mu Zhixi was the only one who was individually packaged and teleported, and the environment seemed to be much better. After the light faded, everyone was in a magnificent circular hall.

The hall was made of unidentified gray-white rocks, with only a huge stone pillar in the center, ten meters high, emitting a faint glow.

The dragon girl's figure floated atop the stone pillar at some unknown time, looking down at everyone and announcing the final rules.

"In this temple, your life and death depend on whether you choose to lie."

"In the next ten minutes, everyone needs to inscribe your identity on the central stone pillar."

Mu Zhixi: "?"

She looked around at the other players with some uncertainty, and was a little confused when she realized that she could still see their identities above their heads.

Why make it so complicated? By the way, can you write it for me?

The Dragon Girl's voice echoed in the empty hall, "If the identities engraved on the stone pillars are all true, then everyone will win."

"If one of the twelve lies, that one lie will become a deadly poison, killing the other eleven who tell the truth. The liar will survive and enjoy all the rewards of the others."

"If there are more than one liar but fewer than the number of truth-tellers, all liars will be eliminated, and the truth-tellers will share the victory."

"Similarly, if there are more liars than truth-tellers, lies will drown out the truth, all truth-tellers will be eliminated, and liars will share the victory."

The dragon girl paused, her blood-red eyes sweeping over the faces with their various expressions. First, she tried to get away with it by acting cute and pitiful towards Mu Zhixi, but when she looked at the others, her expression changed instantly.

"Of course, if all eleven people choose to lie, then the only one who upholds the truth will be appreciated by me and become the final winner, and will also enjoy all the rewards."

"The game begins now. From this moment on, anyone who voluntarily reveals their hand will be eliminated."

As soon as the words were spoken, it became clear that every player present in the hall was no ordinary person.

Clearly, this is no longer a simple werewolf game or a faction battle; you can't be sure of other people's choices, and you can't even completely trust your own teammates.

When the truth can save the majority, there will always be someone who wants to be the "only" lie in order to gain the greatest benefit.

When lies become the norm, telling the truth becomes a form of suicide.

The most terrifying thing about this game is that it binds everyone's fate together, yet gives everyone the opportunity to betray everyone else.

Inside the magnificent hall, time ticked by, second by second.

"The rules mention cases where there is one or more liars, but they don't mention what happens if the number of liars is exactly equal to the number of truth-tellers?"

Ji Xinghui was the first to break the silence, the deception roulette wheel in his arms stirring restlessly. He scanned everyone present, trying to glean useful information from their subtle expressions.

At this point, some people inevitably suggested, "Six against six, either everyone wins or everyone is eliminated, this is indeed a direction worth gambling on."

"But how can you guarantee it will be exactly six pairs?"

In the crowd, a player who had just transferred from another instance immediately retorted, "Can you convince us that exactly six of us voted for the lie and six for the truth?"

"Since you have this ability, why not just let everyone choose the truth? Wouldn't that be simpler?"

The player who asked the question was speechless; it was indeed the case.

The insidious aspect of this set of rules is that any attempt to form an alliance between attackers and defenders becomes extremely vulnerable under the temptation of "the sole survivor enjoying all the rewards".

None of the players present dared to say they could completely trust the other person.

Cheng Xiaocheng crossed her arms. She knew that her next words would seem silly, but it was a way to reduce suspicion. After all, who would be wary of a muscular, naive girl?

"Then just take photos of all the photos, what's there to be conflicted about?"

A fox-girl twitched her ears. "Can you guarantee that no one here wants to hoard the reward?"

Cheng Xiaocheng said "Oh," and added, "I can guarantee that I'll be doing a photoshoot."

"Your promises only bind you; why should we believe you?" the fox-girl sneered.

"So what do you want to do?"

The fox girl did not answer, but turned her gaze to Mu Zhixi, who had remained silent.

Seeing this, after a fruitless discussion, everyone's gazes unanimously fell on the ethereal figure standing there like a fairy.

This Miss Number One, whose background is known to be terrifying, may be the only way to break the deadlock in the entire situation.

In theory, they also wanted to be the one who made the lie and take all the rewards from the twelve people, but the thought of her as their opponent quickly extinguished that idea.

Are you kidding me? Trying to outsmart this beautiful, divine, and benevolent being with a mysterious background and unfathomable power? That's just asking for death!

Even if they were to use underhanded tactics and take advantage of the other side's kindness to win, could they withstand the retaliation from the entire other race after they left?

When they get chopped into minced meat, outsiders will probably praise their knife skills.

In contrast, obeying her orders seems to be the safest and most realistic option at the moment, because they can't think of any other way to break the deadlock.

Mu Zhixi stood beside the stone pillar, leaning slightly against it, her golden hair hanging outside her silver-white dress, her pale face still devoid of much emotion.

She hadn't actually thought that much about it.

The identities of all twelve people were clearly displayed above their heads: werewolves were marked as werewolves, witches as witches, and even Gu Wenzhou's Seer card, which had little presence, was glowing.

How could you possibly lose this game?

The only issue that Mu Zhixi cared about was whether Shi Zhu could write it for her.

If these players were to discuss things one by one, ten minutes would probably not be enough for them to probe each other, let alone take turns to get their names engraved.

Besides, she hasn't forgotten that she's an NPC! What does it have to do with her, a perfectly normal, weirdo, being wiped out?