Chapter 11: Hunter and Prey.

White Sugar truly wanted to ask whether this constructed world even had a mother. Every single step was a deadly pit. This place was simply not meant for normal people.

Her gaze swept across the entire tavern, met only with amused and mocking looks.

“That guy Powell wasn’t lying. The new human from the grocery store really has guts. She actually dared to walk into the Goat Tavern!”

A headless ghost held his severed head, his dislocated jaw barely hanging by a few strands of muscle, swaying left and right with his laughter.

“Don’t mention that embarrassing fellow. He actually tripped over a human and lost nearly two hundred arms.”

A scarecrow wrapped in tattered cloth sneered.

“If that guy hadn’t gotten drunk and personally admitted he was defeated by a frail human girl, I would’ve thought he grew bold and provoked the store manager herself.”

The scarecrow looked back at White Sugar with feigned pity.

“What a shame Powell isn’t here today. Otherwise we could let him watch how the human who scared him half to death gets torn apart by us.”

Many anomalies in the tavern already knew about the Thousand-Handed Demon mentioning a vicious, perverted human girl at Undead Street No. 111 last night.

Not a single one believed it.

After all, they encountered one or two unfortunate humans who fell into this world almost every month. Without exception, none survived longer than half a day.

They all became delicious snacks.

The stereotype of human weakness was deeply engraved in their minds.

“Hehe~ Since you had the courage to step through the doors of the Goat Tavern, I hope you’re prepared to lose your life.”

Blocking White Sugar’s path, the werewolf’s wolf pupils glowed with an eerie green light.

“Those little tricks you used to scare Powell won’t work here.”

A sudden gust of wind rushed into the tavern, blowing off the straw hat on White Sugar’s head. It fluttered down and landed on the tavern floor.

White Sugar’s expression remained calm. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, she slowly bent down.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Was she really going to die here today?!

What kind of logic was ‘if you have the courage to enter the tavern, you must be prepared to lose your life’?!

The girl was ranting madly inside.

Back on Earth when she was still a guy, while peers unlocked motorcycles and went street racing at sixteen, she didn’t even dare exceed 12km/h on a bicycle.

She, White Sugar, really cherished her life, okay!

If she had known the tavern had such ridiculous rules, she swore she would never have stepped inside.

Delivering the letter to the Wine Barrel Butcher? She could have just bribed the Blood Doll to do it while she hid far away!

“Hey, why did you suddenly stop moving? Scared out of your wits already?”

The werewolf narrowed his eyes and mocked.

His words triggered a wave of laughter from those around them.

“Heh~”

As the saying went, even if she was terrified inside, she still had to maintain her composure on the surface. Not only to prevent others from seeing through her, but also to keep her mind clear at all times.

White Sugar let out a light chuckle, picked up the fallen straw hat, dusted it off, and placed it back on her head.

“You want my life? Fine. How do we play?”

“How about the hottest game in the Goat Tavern—‘Russian Roulette’? Absolutely fair.”

The werewolf grinned, clearly excited.

“Sure!” White Sugar answered decisively. “But how do you prove the game is absolutely fair?”

At that moment, the tavern owner who had been watching silently from the side finally spoke.

“As long as the game is played in my tavern, I guarantee the rules will be absolutely fair.”

“Humph! You say it’s fair and—”

White Sugar subconsciously wanted to retort, but the next second, new text appeared in her right eye’s Eye of Breaking Delusion. Her pupils shrank.

【Name: Walker / Wine Barrel Butcher】
【Race: Flesh Undead】
【Level: Blood-Robed Level】
【Faction: Lawful Evil】
【Introduction: If you ever feel like having a casual drink, the Goat Tavern at Undead Street No. 17—with its cheap beer in unlimited supply—is definitely the best choice. He will welcome you. Of course, it’s best to visit during White Night. When Long Night falls, he reveals a completely different side.】

Blood-Robed Level, above Malevolent Ghost.

An existence on the same level as her previous night demon teacher!

With the Wine Barrel Butcher’s strength, if he wanted to eat White Sugar, unless Witch Teacher was standing here right now, she had zero chance of escaping.

But expecting Witch Teacher to come save her was simply unrealistic no matter how she thought about it.

Now she had no choice but to believe it.

“I admire your courage!” White Sugar pretended to be composed and took the initiative.

Russian Roulette required four participants. Besides the initiator werewolf and White Sugar, two more spots remained.

The scarecrow who had provoked White Sugar earlier raised his hand and volunteered.

“I love tasting the fear deep within a human’s heart the most.” The scarecrow grinned ferociously.

For the last spot, the werewolf casually grabbed the weakest, least resistant starving ghost nearby.

“Everyone’s here. Clear out and make space for our courageous…”

The werewolf looked at White Sugar.

“White Sugar.” The girl answered coldly.

“Right. Make space for our courageous Miss White Sugar!”

The previously scattered crowd quickly parted, forming a circle around the four participants at the largest round table in the center of the tavern.

White Sugar sat down with an expressionless face and placed her straw hat on the table.

Directly opposite her sat the scarecrow. On her left, the starving ghost still looked somewhat confused and a little dazed.

The most threatening werewolf, the moment White Sugar sat down, chose the seat clockwise to her right.

Once the seats were chosen, the tavern owner walked over with heavy steps, the wooden floor creaking beneath him.

He handed over an old revolver and announced the rules.

“The rules of Russian Roulette…”

Blindfolds on. Starting with one bullet loaded, players take turns shooting themselves clockwise until a live round is fired and a player is eliminated, then the next round begins.

Each time one person is removed from the table, one additional live round is added to the cylinder.

The last one remaining at the table is the winner.

Additionally, because everyone is blindfolded, before or after each shot, players may choose whether to spin the cylinder.

If they choose to spin before shooting, they must fire an extra shot.

These were the rules White Sugar read from the tavern owner’s mouth.

“Then Russian Roulette begins now.”

One live round was loaded into the revolver cylinder. The cylinder was spun and placed flat on the table. When it stopped, the muzzle pointed straight at the werewolf.

“First round, Eric shoots first. Blindfold them all.”

The moment the referee tavern owner finished speaking, anomalies stepped forward and tied black cloth strips over the four participants’ eyes one by one.

Everything before her plunged into complete darkness. White Sugar quietly curled the corners of her mouth.

The hunt had begun. Who was the hunter and who was the prey was still unknown.