Chapter 101: Why Can They Get Excited on Their Own?

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As Long Ji predicted, a massive, dark, bloody, and merciless purge was about to unfold among these casual players! The true slaughter would begin with brutal infighting among the hidden spies from various nations.

Indeed, some users on the forum were gradually noticing that something was amiss. They even felt an increasingly tense and ominous atmosphere!

At this very moment, shortly after the first player's death—within just over a week in the Wizard World, which was only a dozen minutes in real-world time—many more players had died. Without exception, they were all trampled to death by randomly passing giant beasts.

“How unfortunate! I also had my 'king' accidentally trampled by a giant beast. Am I cursed with bad luck?”

“Me too! I’m just a farming player with no ambition. I was digging a pit to build a home… I was hiding underground, yet still got trampled by a giant beast overhead.”

“Same here. This alien world is too dangerous, with far too many native giant beasts.”

In just over a dozen minutes, or more than a week in the Wizard World, over twenty players had already withdrawn, and this rate showed no signs of slowing down. However, as more and more unexpected deaths occurred, sharp-minded individuals quickly realized something was profoundly wrong.

Xue Baixue commented, “I’ve seen all your screenshots of the giant beasts. They all look somewhat rigid, like corpses, as if they’re being artificially controlled.”

“How is that possible? Controlling the dead is something even the Death Emperor Medusa is still researching.”

“As the initiator of this plan and one of the 'muscle' players, I'm well aware of the biological characteristics of muscle players. What if it’s a muscle player controlling things from inside the giant beast’s corpse?”

This single remark awakened everyone. Other scattered organ parts couldn't achieve this, but muscles could...

Countless people became agitated: Did this mean there was a hidden muscle player ruthlessly hunting them down? Upon this realization, they discovered that all the deceased players shared one common characteristic: they had all revealed their locations at the very beginning. Innumerable players were enraged and demanded answers loudly.

“Why is someone secretly killing us? Aren’t we supposed to be reassembling together? Isn’t our common enemy Mercury, the God of Wisdom?”

“Damn it! I’m genuinely angry! I’ve been betrayed! This is human nature—infighting before the external enemy is even eliminated! Otherwise, why would most games have a 'red name' player setting?”

“Let me summarize: because you're too silly, constantly causing trouble and stirring up issues everywhere, it’s better to kill your 'kings' and turn you into wild populations, integrating you into their bodies, rather than letting you join. That way, they won’t have to worry about people rebelling inside their bodies all day long.”

“Does this mean we can’t trust anyone now?”

“Damn it! I’ve already revealed my location. No more talking, I need to move quickly before I get killed by a red-named player!”

Everyone was furious. The formerly harmonious atmosphere had been shattered instantly. The revelation that a terrifying murderer was hidden within the 'Thirteen-Member Round Table' of muscle players, secretly hunting and slaughtering them to acquire their organ parts, sent shivers down countless spines.

“This person is probably mentally unstable, even perverted and twisted, enjoying the slaughter of other players for pleasure.”

Immediately, countless people began to fear for their own safety. Meanwhile, netizens who were simply observing the drama began discussing it heatedly. After all, throughout the history of online gaming, which large-scale MMORPG hasn't seen infighting within guilds, clan wars, or among individual players? This marked the first instance of player-on-player killing and hostile behavior in *Spore Evolution* since its launch. Previously, the game had been, in a sense, “casual,” with players coexisting peacefully and no internal strife, as everyone was evolving their own species without conflicting interests.

But now, players had begun to engage in internal conflict. Someone intent on maliciously killing players was lurking within the Thirteen-Member Round Table. Their goal was clear and selfish: to eliminate all other players, become the sole muscle player, completely control the body of this evil god, and rise as the next Alchemist Emperor dominating the Wizard World. Countless people were agitated and cursing; even a clay figure has a temper, after all.

At this critical moment, prominent players like Xue Baixue and Akina Speed stepped forward to stabilize morale. Xue Baixue stated, “A malicious killing spree has begun—this is an emergency! Everyone, do not reveal your locations to avoid being killed. Furthermore, do not easily seek refuge with or trust other muscle players. However, you scattered organ tissues cannot function without muscle players; you’d be nothing but loose sand. If you trust my character, you can send me your addresses. I am one of the trustworthy thirteen. You can secretly develop yourselves across the world, and I will slowly travel around to find and assemble you.”

Everyone still trusted Xue Baixue’s character and breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, another prominent player, Akina Speed, also spoke up: “If you trust me, you can also seek refuge with me. As one of the thirteen, my reputation is absolutely reliable, and everyone knows my character.” Akina Speed, though known for driving exceptionally fast, was genuinely faultless in character, even quite passionate—the kind of person who would risk everything for their comrades.

Suddenly, in this crisis, countless people united, creating an atmosphere of solidarity and common purpose against an external threat. Response strategies were quickly and methodically organized. The other eleven muscle players naturally didn't want to be outdone. After all, if these two attracted all the players, what would they be left with?

“I can be trusted! Everyone can seek refuge with me too!”

“Condemn that malicious red-named player who is ruining our reputation!”

Thus, all eleven of them came forward, stating that they were entirely trustworthy, and inviting netizens to send them their addresses if they believed them.

“Holy cow, it’s impossible to tell who’s telling the truth. All thirteen muscle players claim they haven't killed anyone and are trustworthy. So, who is the murderer?”

“Who is the werewolf?”

“I get it now—this is a Werewolf game! A werewolf hidden in the shadows is secretly killing over a hundred villagers at night, while 'Xue Baixue' is the Seer trying to uncover the werewolf's identity, and 'Akina Speed' is the Guard actively protecting the villagers.”

Countless people immediately chuckled in surprise. Indeed, this structure perfectly fit a game of Werewolf, with roles already aligned.

“Heh, based on my years of experience as a veteran Werewolf player, among these thirteen muscle players, there’s likely more than one werewolf hidden in the shadows. How many exactly? That warrants investigation!”

“Right, don't trust easily, or we, the lambs, will walk straight into the wolf’s den.”

They couldn't help but discuss it as if it were a game of Werewolf, beginning to analyze who among the thirteen was the true murderer. Rational analysis posts appeared one after another. Various 'deduction emperors' chimed in, even starting to use elimination methods to filter the identity of each person and comment on the usual behavior of these thirteen players. However, these individuals were all top-tier professional spies. How could ordinary netizens possibly expose them?

At this point, someone else spoke up.

“Who said this is Werewolf? Think about it—dropping over a hundred people onto a large map, where they slaughter each other, looting each other's equipment after a kill... isn't that the legendary Battle Royale, like PUBG, a 'chicken dinner' game?”

Countless people immediately realized.

“Thinking about it that way, being scattered from the sky to various locations—isn’t that like parachuting at the start of the game?”

“And if you think about it, wouldn’t players who die immediately upon landing be ‘box on arrival’?”

“And if you consider being air-dropped around the world, starting to develop, seeking various opportunities, secretly acquiring Evil Eye genes, cultivating, and growing... isn't that equivalent to entering houses to scavenge for resources, looking for helmets, armor, and 98k rifles?”

What was originally a vicious massacre, with malicious muscle players secretly slaughtering innocent ordinary organ players, turned into a game of wits and strategy like Werewolf amidst the public's cheers, and now, a Battle Royale game. It became filled with excitement, offering pressure and challenge, the kind of 'chicken dinner' game that's truly engaging.

Spies and agents from various countries in China: ???

“We are clearly carrying out a malicious purge, slaughtering you en masse. Why are you cheering more loudly and becoming happier? Are you even planning to counterattack and play Battle Royale with us?” They secretly observed everything on the game forum, their minds unable to process what they were seeing... What an extraordinary country this was. Its netizens, who were originally tense and fearing for their lives, became happy in the blink of an eye. Why could they hype themselves up like this?

However, online excitement only grew.

“I’m absolutely blown away by this game! It even rides on trends; this is one of the hottest game genres right now.”

“Good luck and great fortune, winner winner chicken dinner!”

“Welcome, players, to the thrilling battlefield: Wizard World Battle Royale!”

This book can be found on Tianya or Tianya Online Library.