Chapter 113
Chapter 113
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 113
Chapter Title: Mafia Game (7)
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On the way to the kitchen, we kept chatting.
"I only did missions last round and it ended, you know. Um. So I really don't know the cause of death? Like blood around the mouth or the heart pierced or something."
"There was blood around the mouth, yeah, but I don't really remember anything else."
"Very good. That narrows it down a bit already."
"You can narrow it down with that?"
"For example, tentacles just punch a hole in the gut, Eater devours the body without a trace, Boomer melts 'em, stuff like that. First time with Eyhuman?"
"I've seen a ton, but honestly, I was just focused on Myth's reactions and didn't really watch the game."
"Ugh. Salting me even here. Ouch, my side."
Of course, I wasn't really leading the conversation—it was mostly just me responding to Sara. But man, being a pro streamer really shows; her skill at filling every gap in the convo was next level.
"So, like, how much flirting did you two do, anyway? Legend oppa."
As we headed toward the kitchen, Sara poked my side. Even through our characters, I could picture her trademark smirk—she'd clearly found an opening to tease.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Chat's going nuts. The pekkukis' managers are editing it out, but people still saw. Ho-cation this, ho-cation that. You two going on vacation?"
"Just tossing it out there. Might happen if the chance comes up."
"Nice~ Take me along too. Editing workload doubled lately, manager stuff doubled too—I'm wiped. A vacation would be perfect."
"Sounds good. Hanging out with everyone would be fun."
"Hehe. Legend oppa. You're so chill about a trip with three girls. Wait, don't tell me—'to me, only Myth looks like a girl' or something?"
We passed the security room and the pool, turned the corner from the suite I'd been in earlier, and there was the kitchen.
I headed straight for where the body had been.
Of course, there wasn't a trace left.
"This where the body was? Looks like they got killed mid-mission based on the position."
"Must've been the cooking mission, same as me."
"Right? Tough to keep tabs on your surroundings during a mission."
Sara started scoping out the kitchen, darting back and forth between the two ends where it connected to the hallways, checking stuff out. Then she sidled right up to me and whispered something.
"Legend oppa. What's your job?"
"...Is it okay to tell?"
"It's fine. We're both confirmed citizens, right? We were stuck together like this and no kill happened? Besides, honestly, you don't even need to say it now."
True enough. But this being a mafia game, that nagging unknown anxiety lingered, making me hesitate—until a weird window popped up in front of me.
Ah, this window. Pretty sure I saw it in the second game today.
"You're the Observer?"
"Yes~."
She'd drawn the same job I'd had before. Which meant we were both basically confirmed citizens.
Two confirmed humans now. The game had tilted hard in our favor—or so I thought, until something weird happened.
A strange noise kept coming from somewhere in the kitchen, and then thud—something dropped out of the freezer.
"Whoa?!"
"Kyaaah!"
It was Dream Live's youngest member, Pony—who spoke Korean suspiciously well—frozen solid with her eyes wide open in death.
Jackpot. I grinned as I basically got tagged confirmed citizen.
At least human confirmed—maybe I could stretch this life out a bit. That's what I was thinking when I spotted another oddity.
Not just Pony— Maki's vitals were gone too.
Which meant out of the five still alive—me, Myth, Sara, Yeon-a sis, and Mika—two could be aliens.
A chill raced up my spine.
Ah, so this is why people play mafia games. First time feeling this after getting pub-stomped all day.
Myth's words drew everyone's focus.
Sara and I were cleared as non-aliens already—who would Myth finger? All eyes locked on one spot.
Voting time ticked down fast, their argument heating up.
Time running out—we had to pick someone.
Who to choose?
Circumstantially, it pointed to Yeon-a sis.
Even if she wasn't, I had Sara as a solid ally—so if Yeon-a wasn't alien, Sara and I could push to the next round somehow.
Alright. One clear pick.
"Nice."
This time I woke up in a standard room and gave a small fist pump.
I hadn't really reasoned it out myself—just followed the flow—but my precious vote helping take down an alien felt good.
Now left: me, Sara, Myth, and Mika.
Sara was confirmed citizen, so link up quick, confirm one more death, and win was nearly 100%.
Had to find Sara before she died.
I bolted toward the suite.
"Sara~"
...Hope Myth doesn't rat me out for yelling another girl's name.
I glanced around feeling guilty, but luckily(?), no sign of Myth. Wait, I only have eyes for Myth—what's with the unfairness?
"Guys~ Anyone there?"
Since I was already making noise, I wandered louder, but still no sign of anyone.
"Kinda creepy and uneasy."
I picked up the pace a bit. Character speed didn't change, but my mind was racing.
I skipped missions outright—rationally, this wasn't a game you could win on missions alone.
Passed the suite, kitchen, pool, hit security room—and finally laid eyes on the three. Well, two people and one corpse.
"You came, Seol-a. Get her! Mika's the criminal!"
"...Unnie. No wonder you didn't report till someone showed—wanted to show off this scene?"
There was Sara, cold on the floor—and Myth and Mika glaring daggers, each accusing the other.
"Seol-a, hear me out. I respawned in the kitchen, headed toward security to find you following paths, and caught Mika killing Sara."
"...You two might have a dislike stack, so maybe you won't believe me, but I saw Myth unnie's murder scene just a few seconds before Legend came in."
Myth and Mika's stories clashed head-on.
Well, yeah—one was alien, one was probably filling Maki's slot. Obvious.
"Seol-a, we found the first body together, remember? Logically, if I was alien then, I'd have killed you."
"No. Legend got first-rounded every time this game. High chance Myth spared him for that."
"Wrong. Mika, you're missing the key point—I drove Yeon-a to death last vote. If I was alien, why bother with that unnecessary risk?"
"Urgh... True, but that could be to dodge suspicion. Pushing a near-confirmed alien first is Myth unnie's go-to play."
"Only if it's near-confirmed. I went after Yeon-a with zero info? Give it up, Mika! You're the criminal!"
"Urgh?!"
Mika faltered, at a loss for words under Myth's fierce push.
"Seol-a, now just pick the criminal."
"Okay."
"No more questions? It's the final round debate—ask whatever."
"Thanks for the consideration. But I've made up my mind—no need."
"Hehe. Fair enough. Go on—name the criminal!"
Myth grinned triumphantly, Mika hung her head.
Win and loss seemed set.
"The criminal is..."
I smiled quietly and raised a finger.
"You."
"Good work, everyone! That was seriously fun today."
"When you summon this body, bring content like that."
"Great seniors! So much fun!"
"...Yeah, fun."
"Yay~ And that's Myth for today! Great job, everyone!!"
The game wrapped with the final round.
Quick goodbyes, and the stream disbanded in a flash.
"Phew. That was fun."
I slid off the chair and flopped onto the bed. The AC-cooled blanket wrapped around me just right.
Didn't do anything special, but bantering with everyone after so long felt great.
Lately I'd been all-in on work, skimping—no, barely streaming. Made me wanna do it proper now.
Modeling never tired me out, but rolling on the bed recharged the energy those girls drained.
Then someone barged into my room without knocking. But it was someone who didn't need to, so I grinned bright at her—Myth.
"Seol-a. You still up?"
"Just ended stream—of course. What's up?"
"Um, no matter how I think about it, I can't accept it."
"Accept what?"
Myth came over and naturally lay beside me. Used to be she'd blush just slipping under the covers—now it was effortless.
Less missing the innocence, more like we were melting deeper into each other. Felt nice.
Not quite queen-sized, so limited space meant even closer contact. Myth looked at me and asked.
"How'd you know I was the criminal? First kill was under twenty seconds from start. No way you'd suspect me just from luckily meeting first round... Alibi was perfect, and pointing Yeon-a unnie bumped my win odds from 90% to 99%, I thought."
Myth thumped my chest with her little hand, genuinely baffled.
That bad about losing a game she thought perfectly planned? Glad to see this new side of her.
Turns out she had a competitive streak in games. On stream, she seemed above win-lose on a single match, but behind closed doors...
Feeling like I alone knew this facet tickled my chest a little.
"C'mon, spill. When and where did you catch on?"
Myth demanded answers.
She was burning to know how I'd cracked her.
Sorry, Myth, but it wasn't some cold logic or genius deduction.
"Sorry. Honestly, nothing to say. Just... felt like you were lying. That's the vibe."
"...Just a feeling?"
"Yeah. Like, ah, Myth's lying~ That kind of hunch?"
I didn't know why either.
Maybe subtle breath shifts, voice pitch, tremors swayed me.
"Guess I know you too well—tiny differences hit big."
Not intellect, but depth of our bond.
Myth deflated, resting her face on my chest.
"Ugh. Can't argue with that."
Her words griped, but uncontainable joy seeped through.
"...Ugh. I love you."
Myth whispered her overflowing love.
"Me too."
I smiled back and pulled Myth into a hug.