Chapter 112
Chapter 112
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 112
Chapter Title: Mafia Game (6)
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"The last role's human too."
This time, I opened my eyes in a swanky hotel suite and stretched.
It's the final round, so I gotta play it right. Mika said she'd hold back on the first kill, which is a relief for me.
...I did worry what if the other VTubers kill me off, but since they've seen me die every single round, maybe they won't~.
"Alone again this time?"
Alien VS Human is balanced for 8 players or more. That's the minimum, so on these big maps, you rarely start with anyone else.
I pulled up the map and started moving to complete missions.
'The pros ditch missions and focus on hunting aliens, from what I've heard.'
I'm no pro, though. Nicely clearing missions should lead to something eventually.
I left the suite and headed out.
The whole map's hotel-themed—laundry room, kitchen, suites, regular rooms, security office, pool, and so on.
'Come to think of it, I've never gone to a hotel with Myth.'
The hospital room was private, but does that count? Nah, probably not.
Next chance I get, I'd love a hotel date with Myth. You know, that "ho-camp" thing sounds intriguing.
"Oh! Sela. We met right at the start this time."
"...I was worried it'd be Mika again. You're human, right?"
"Of course. Human through and through. Ahaha. And Mika probably doesn't mean any harm."
"Really...?"
"...Can't say for sure. But she took over 80 million in losses because of us, so cut her some slack."
"Ahem. 'If you're jealous, just make a better one'—that won't fly, huh?"
"Hey now. Say that and you'll get stabbed in real life."
Thankfully, the first person I ran into was Myth. She's easy to talk to and puts me at ease.
With my guard down a bit, I walked the hotel halls alongside Myth.
"What're you thinking about?"
Myth asked. I answered without much thought.
"Just realized we've never been to a hotel together. Was thinking we should try a ho-camp next time."
"...Sela. You know we're live, right?"
"So what."
"Hold up, guys! Ehehe, stop spamming! No reviews! I said no sexual harassment! Just a sec... Argh...!"
I chuckled at Myth panicking over the flaming chat. Hope it doesn't turn into a huge blaze, but hey, we're a public couple—they'll forgive this much.
I always catch Myth's streams unless something comes up, so I knew this level was fine.
We arrived at the kitchen while wandering together.
"...Kitchen brings back bad memories."
"Sorry. But maybe your cooking's improved by now?"
"Been practicing?"
"Nah? But resting can boost skills sometimes."
"Myth. That doesn't happen in real life."
I ignored Myth's ominous words and headed to the kitchen corner.
"Huh? Kitchen mission?"
"Eh? You didn't come here for one?"
"Where Sela is, that's where I need to be."
Myth winked cutely. Sweet words, sure, but my face heated up anyway.
Whew, is the AC off? Nope, blasting at 64°F full power.
"...Chat okay?"
"Just a bunch of rolling eyes for now. Ahaha, tomorrow's stream is doomed."
Myth laughed it off like she'd accepted her fate. Makes sense—with the boyfriend issue blowing up chat, she couldn't even look, but I could picture it clear as day.
"They're not too mad, right?"
"...If they were furious, I'd just clip it all. But these jerks are sneakily teasing me... Urgh...!"
"Hang in there."
I grinned and went to the stove. My mission seemed to involve cooking with this pot properly—then something squishy touched my foot.
Huh, what? I looked down, and there—
"Whoa whoa whoaaa?! Eris?!"
DreamLive EN's winged rainbow angel.
Eris lay dead, blood gruesomely pouring from her mouth.
"Oh, so it goes down like this."
Wouldn't know till a survivor called the first assembly. Nodding to Sara and Mika's voices, I replied.
Yeona unnie and Pone covered for each other.
Oho. Guess they're clear. As I thought that, a sharp point came.
Whew. I patted my chest.
For some reason, seeing Mika suffer felt oddly soothing.
She told them to stop, but wasn't pushing hard. Probably thinks she went too far herself, and taking heat now reduces fallout—like Japan's "rock bottom" to soften the crash.
Felt like Maki was poking her on purpose out of worry for her rampage.
Everyone shared starts and routes, but discussion dragged.
First kill, no clear TOD, info scarce. Time flew, meeting nearly over.
I racked my brain. Vomiting blood for sure, but no other wounds visible.
Dark corner anyway, and shock meant I barely looked.
Oof.
Myth and Yeona unnie clashed hard.
Wanted to watch more, but time almost up.
First meeting ended info-less, with Eris's death unresolved.
Woke up in the security office this time.
"Oh! Legend oppa. First time greeting in round 2."
"Yeah. Good to see ya."
Sara, who spawned with me, grinned and stuck right to my side.
"...Kinda scary. Back off a bit?"
"Aw, why between us. C'mon, let's clear missions. How many you got left, oppa?"
"Me? Was about to do one when I reported, so zero. Shoulda done it first."
"Nah, corpse right there? Problematic. Anyway, kitchen?"
"Kitchen? Pool's closer."
I tilted my head.
Pool has missions too—no reason trek to near-opposite kitchen.
But Sara wagged her finger no.
"Hehe, nah. Kitchen has missions anyway—and."
"And?"
Sara grinned.
"Killers always return to the scene."
Does that apply in-game?
Question lingered, but I quietly followed without saying. Vet streamer, something'll come of it.
With zero clue what'd happen there.