The male players witnessing this unbelievably dreadful verbal violence didn’t dare say a word but just gaped at and . Junsung couldn’t stand it any longer. He quietly asked the red ball for help. “Hey, Reina, aren’t you going to stop them?”

[Why stop? A catfight is always fantastic.]

“What!?”

[Well, I mean… it’s not a violation of rules at all. So what? It’s all part of a discussion, although there could be a long half-life of emotion.]

…How can she even call that a discussion? He had to admit, it was definitely a spectacle that no money could buy, but it was an argument he just couldn’t let happen as a human. Finally, stepped in to make peace. “You young ladies really have a way with words, just like a fuehrer. But why don’t you relax for now?”

“Just piss off and go get some new dentures, coffin dodger.”

“Eh? How’d you know I needed new ones? Anyway, we already decided to do the selection and trial, so what’s the point in arguing? It might not even kill anyone. Read the rules. Even if we put someone on trial, they’re not eliminated without majority votes.”

“… Huh?”

Game Plan (Daytime - Selection and Trial)

5. A player who stands trial is eliminated if most players agree in the [elimination vote].

[That’s right. If most players don’t agree in the elimination vote, the selected player is released. Kind of like an acquittal.]

“Wow, Old Man, nice work!”

“Huh, people here get complimented for pointing out the obvious.” was being sarcastic, but most of them were impressed by rediscovery of the rules. But , who stood next to Junsung, was muttering under her breath in her quiet, frosty voice. “It’s pointless, anyway.”

“……?”

The conference room eased back into a lull. Even though there were 11 people in the room, no one came up with a decent idea. The first thing they had to do before the selection vote was figure out who the mafia were, but they sat in silence instead. finally broke the silence as he looked at the tablet. “So it’s the sheriff’s job to find the mafia. He or she can just tell us if they found the mafia overnight. Or at least point out a citizen.”

“And then get killed immediately, tonight.”

“What if the doctor can save the sheriff?”

“Then the mafia will kill the doctor first, and then the sheriff!”

stuck out his lower lip and scoffed at for finally realizing the basic rules of the game.

Actually, it seemed quite effective, as the best way for citizens to win was for the sheriff to act and for the doctor to protect the sheriff. But at this point, the chances that the sheriff or the doctor would reveal their identities were as few as the chances that the mafia would confess.

“We’re just wasting our time here! Hey , did you figure out anything?”

“I just figured out that women are petrifying. Why don’t you give us some ideas like yesterday, ?”

“ sounds suspicious. He’s so skeptical of the sheriff’s investigation.”

“What? You stupid asshole! Just shut the fuck up already, moron!”

“What the fuck, son of a bitch! You shut up, you little piece of shit!”

[No physical contact allowed, guys!]

Unlike when the women were having a catfight, Reina immediately chimed in and reminded the fuming men of the rules. At the same time, pounded on the table. “That’s enough, guys! Let’s just do the selection vote now!”

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“Huh? But we don’t have a clue who the mafia are!”

“The next few hours are going to be pretty much the same. All you guys would do is just bicker, which is pathetic. As we also have the trial vote coming up, let’s just get the selection vote over with instead of all this squabbling.”

“Huh… well…”

had a point. There was nothing more they could actually find out. was also right. It was better to hold the trial. Thus, they agreed to hold the selection vote and now had 10 minutes to do so.

[Finally! The first selection vote. The three steps for a trial in Mafia are vote to select or not, selection vote, then elimination vote. This is the essence, everyone. Choose well.]

Unlike other votes where Reina had merely provided guidance, this time, she particularly emphasized the importance of the selection vote. This selection process was the Alpha and Omega of Mafia. Junsung, a little flustered by the 10-minute deadline, stared intently at the list of players on his tablet.

Whom should I vote for…? He thought it was impossible to figure out who the mafia was from today’s vote anyway. Someone may have had a hunch, but Junsung just didn’t have a clue. The question, then, was which choice would benefit him the most.

The result of the vote is fully disclosed. Casting a vote will only make an enemy of the person one votes for.

This was the biggest difference from the Bingo vote. Once he realized that, Junsung thought his best possible move here was to cast a vote to one of the bickering ones. Ultimately, it was best to cast his vote for a player who would probably get a lot of votes, and any retaliatory resentment wouldn’t be focused only on him. He looked around for a moment. It seemed like a few of the players were still deciding on what to do, whereas a few others had already voted. Junsung vaguely imagined what the result would be.

Way too emotional. Maybe I should’ve picked a fight with someone.

While he was contemplating, a chat message popped up in his tablet.

: If you’re not sure who to pick, why don’t you vote for like me?

sat next to Junsung. She had sent him a message after sensing his hesitation. Struggling to conceal his puzzlement, he replied.

: How come?

: So we don’t have to worry about revenge.

: Well, you do have a point, but…

: It was just a suggestion. Pick someone else if you want. Just not me.

“…….”

Junsung thought definitely had a keen insight. At the same time, he was even more bothered by her comment that the rule they had mentioned before was pointless. But for now, he was grateful that she had solved his dilemma. Once Junsung cast the vote, the selection vote ended.

[Okay, let’s see. The result of the first selection vote is…. Oh, it’s Day 2, so saying that it’s a first may be confusing. Let’s just call it the selection vote for Day 2. And the result is…!]

Reina rambled on for a while before she finally announced the result of the selection vote for Day 2.

5 votes, 2 votes, 1 vote, 1 vote, 1 vote, 1 vote.

: Social Worker, Christian, Janitor, Schoolgirl, Humanities.

: Prostitute, Old Man.

: Hothead

: Intellectual

: Engineering

: Muscle Man

Result: will be put on trial.

“Wh- what the hell!!” The person who yelped at the result was not the selection target, but who had received one vote. He began yelling at . “Hey, ! Why’d ya pick me, eh?”

“Oh, uh, well… You picked me for yesterday’s Bingo vote. I just picked you because I didn’t have a clue.”

“That was Bingo, ya prick! This is totally different! Tryin’ to kill me or somethin’? I’m gonna pick ya too next time! Watch yer back, kiddo!”

This was exactly the kind of revenge was talking about. Watching them, Junsung let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he had made the right choice. All those right choices made by the players were pointing right at . Having received five votes, she looked up the list of players who had voted for her, and Junsung tried to blend in with the rest of the group, while trying to avoid her glare. didn’t even try to conceal her annoyance. “I don’t believe it. What, you’re not gonna catch the mafia? You all just voted based on your moods!”

“It’s only natural we do that because we have no clue anyway. I picked because I really think he is the mafia.”

“Yeah, sure, I picked you, , 120% sure that you’re the mafia!”

Everyone just voted based on their mood!

Regardless of their intelligence, people seemed to give in to their hormones. Reina, the only being here without hormones, proceeded with the next step in a dry, flat voice. [Okay, then. , the selection target, please sit on the head seat.]

“What? That’s a restraining chair! No way. Wait, I have to go use the toilet. Be right back!”

[Are you making me threaten you with that collar?]

“……!!”

A few seconds later, the sound of metal clanking echoed through the conference room. It seemed intimidating. The head seat of Mafia Game shackled ankles and wrists in metal. grumbled, looking completely peeved. “Come on and vote me down. Gotta use the toilet. I’m really not the mafia!”

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