Chapter 15: The Witcher.

The revolver returned to White Sugar’s hands once again.

Seeing the surrounding anomalies gradually showing signs of dissatisfaction, the girl’s heart sank deeper and deeper. She could not drag this out any longer.

It was almost dark.

For humans, the danger of Long Night in this world was far beyond what White Night could compare to. If she could not return to the grocery store before Long Night fell, she would truly be in danger.

She had to figure out exactly how the werewolf was cheating and end this gamble as quickly as possible.

Seeing the girl suddenly stop, impatient urgings gradually rose around her.

Stupid White Sugar, calm down quickly and use that clever little brain of yours to think properly! What exactly did you miss?!

Wait, could it be…

White Sugar suddenly recalled a detail she had noticed earlier. During the first round when the starving ghost died, and in the second round when the scarecrow’s substitute died, the werewolf had shown obvious hesitation both times.

What was he hesitating about?

White Sugar refused to believe the werewolf was the type to feel remorse over a life ending.

So, did the two deaths affect his judgment of the live round’s position in the cylinder?

Death… death… dead… blood?!

Could the factor affecting the werewolf’s judgment of the live round’s position be the fresh… no, or rather, the sudden several-hundred-fold increase in the smell of blood in the air?

“Hehe~”

White Sugar couldn’t help but curl the corners of her mouth. She understood.

The werewolf’s method of determining the live round’s position relied on his sense of smell, which was hundreds of times more sensitive than a human’s!

“Miss White Sugar, why are you suddenly smiling?”

Under the blindfold, Werewolf Eric frowned.

For some reason, he suddenly had an ominous premonition. His back felt faintly cold.

“It’s nothing.”

It was time to end this game. White Sugar raised the revolver to her temple and pulled the trigger.

Click——!

This shot was a blank.

If it had been earlier, White Sugar would have put the gun down at this point. After all, with both sides already knowing the positions of the live rounds, spinning the cylinder had lost its offensive value.

But this time, White Sugar unexpectedly spun the cylinder.

The werewolf’s wolf ears twitched as he picked up the sound and mocked,

“Miss White Sugar, why go through the extra trouble? The trap you set is utterly crude in my eyes.”

With that, the werewolf reached out to take the revolver from White Sugar’s hand.

“Is that really the case?”

White Sugar tilted her head with a seemingly puzzled expression and handed the revolver to the werewolf.

However, just as the werewolf was about to take the revolver, the girl’s small hand suddenly loosened without warning. The revolver slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor.

“Oops, sorry! My hand slipped!” the girl exclaimed in surprise.

Taking advantage of the anomalies still being caught off guard, White Sugar quickly bent down to search for the fallen revolver.

Just as she had expected, she felt a patch of sticky liquid that was about to coagulate—the blood that had splattered onto the floor when the starving ghost’s head exploded in the first round.

By the time the anomalies reacted, White Sugar had already picked up the fallen revolver.

And she had deliberately smeared the entire surface of the revolver with the bloody scent.

“Would Mr. Werewolf like to guess whether the next shot is a blank?” White Sugar handed the revolver, now covered in sticky blood clots, to the werewolf.

The girl’s entire series of actions appeared completely natural. They were carried out under the watchful eyes of countless onlookers, showing no signs of anything amiss.

It was merely a harmless little accident, nothing more.

“You… did that on purpose?”

The moment he took the revolver, a thick, pungent stench of blood rushed into his nostrils, completely masking the smell of gunpowder.

The werewolf’s body instantly stiffened. Cold sweat poured down his back.

“Hmm? What is Mr. Werewolf referring to?”

Hearing the tremor hidden in his voice, White Sugar knew she had guessed correctly, but that didn’t stop her from continuing to play dumb.

His sharp sense of smell, which he relied on for survival, had completely lost its function at this moment. Whether to spin the cylinder suddenly became an extremely difficult decision.

He had lost?

He had lost to a mere human girl!

The werewolf’s face gradually turned ferocious. Under the black cloth, his eerie green wolf pupils slowly turned blood-red, becoming increasingly bloodthirsty.

White Sugar’s arms instinctively bristled with fine white hairs from the sense of danger.

This was bad. The other party seemed to be losing control.

“Second player, Eric, please shoot.”

At the critical moment, the tavern owner Wine Barrel Butcher spoke up. His voice was hoarse and carried an irresistible commanding tone.

It forcibly helped the werewolf regain his composure.

Calming down, he realized he had nearly violated the Goat Tavern’s taboo and felt a wave of lingering fear.

If he had really failed to hold back and attacked that human girl just now, the tavern owner would definitely have dragged him into the back kitchen and chopped him into pieces!

“My apologies.” The werewolf steadied himself and replied.

He spun the cylinder to avoid the ‘trap’ White Sugar had set, pressed the muzzle against his temple, and pulled the trigger.

Bang——!

This shot was a live round!

The bullet pierced into his head as hot blood sprayed out. The werewolf fell backward onto the tavern floor.

The entire tavern fell into a deathly silence.

Before today’s Russian Roulette game even began, no one had imagined that Eric, who was most skilled at this game, would lose—and lose his life because of it.

Even more so, he had died at the hands of a human they all looked down upon.

The game was over. White Sugar removed the black blindfold. Her eyes stung slightly from the sudden influx of light.

Looking at the werewolf lying in a pool of blood, White Sugar’s expression remained indifferent.

Even winning this game brought her no real benefit. It had merely preserved her life. This was how it was for humans in this world—endless unprovoked malice would always come knocking until one side killed the other.

“What an interesting game~”

At that moment, a crisp girlish voice came from not far away.

A brown figure cut through the crowd and approached. Her stature was not tall, and a brown hood covered most of her face, giving her an extremely low presence.

She had been sitting in the corner of the tavern watching earlier, yet White Sugar had not noticed her at all.

The girl removed her hood, revealing a human face beneath as she smiled brightly. The sight pinned White Sugar in place.

White Sugar’s eyes widened, her expression turning somewhat dazed. She couldn’t believe there was another human on Undead Street besides herself.

Until the next moment, when the Eye of Breaking Delusion provided information.

【Name: Theresa Delina】
【Race: Demon Hunter】
【Level: Malevolent Ghost Level】
【Faction: Chaotic Good】
【Introduction: A human of the hell world, one of the rare righteous existences. While her appearance and physiological structure are completely identical to humans, she possesses strength far beyond ordinary humans. She travels the world, accepting bounties to hunt evil.】
【Additional Information: The genes that grant them power different from humans often come with certain personality defects. They frequently engage in bizarre behaviors that land them in dangerous situations.】

So she wasn’t a fellow countryman?

White Sugar withdrew her gaze and retracted her smile.

“Why do you look so extremely disappointed the moment you see me?!” The demon hunter girl exclaimed angrily. “You’re way too rude!”