As Reina said, life had stopped in one reality. As everyone sat dejected, closed her eyes and began praying with the rosary in hand. It was the third elimination. By now, none of the players seemed so horrified anymore. But the elimination of who had been clamoring for the survival of all the players left a more dismal and despairing impact. Junsung stared at the red ball in front of them in disbelief. “You call that shit a… consolation? Are you fucking insane?”

[It was the best I could do while sticking to the rules… Emotional labor is hard. I don’t know how you humans do it.]

Having just ended someone’s life, Artificial Intelligence’s complaint seemed insignificant. looked closely at limp body and asked, “Her last words… What do they mean?”

“So Artificial Intelligence knows who the mafia are. What we need are names, not that useless crap we already know…”

“Hey, that’s a terrible thing to say to the deceased!”

“Huh.”

“…… Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us.” As everyone else all fell silent again, prayers were the only sound breaking the silence, loud and clear as if she wanted everyone to hear. This got on nerves. “Hey woman, you should have prayed before she died. What’s the use now?”

“… And don't let us yield to temptation.”

“Stop that ‘we’ and ‘us’. I’m not even Christian.”

“… Just shut your mouths, you impious humans!!!

seemed to have found her voice the instant her prayers were interrupted. clicked his tongue. “, this is not the time to interfere. You don’t meddle with religious stuff. , you’re also being too harsh.”

“Huh. It’s pathetic to do nothing but pray when someone’s been killed. She always leaves me or to calculate the expected values. She should make some other effort with her hands instead of praying!”

“It’s just that you…”

“Oh, you bunch of fucking ignorant twerps!”

It was impossible to stop a devout, angry believer. scathingly screamed at all the players in front of ’s dead body. “You’re a bunch of disgusting, filthy sinners by birth. How dare you slander others? Is there anything that can be achieved by human effort in this world? Can you design your future by calculating those stupid expected values? You keep talking about mathematics and science, but can anyone explain why this world and these freaking laws are made this way? Most people suffer and die without even knowing why they were born into this world, in despair at the unbridgeable gaps and insatiable hunger! That’s only natural, because no one knows the intentions of the great Lord who designed and created us! In the end, all we can do is to beg for mercy in this holy, untouchable fate! While you’re racking your pea-sized brains trying to step all over other people, I’m just praying sincerely to God! No one can corrupt my pure soul!”

“…….”

No one dared to argue with the religious fanatic. In the end, managed to finish her prayers in peace, after which the players heard the sound of the total prize increasing.

[Total prize: 3, 900, 000, 000 won]

[Total prize: 4, 500, 000, 000 won]

“600 million…”

“So she really was the mafia. At least we managed to avoid the worst!”

The players seemed unfazed. With all those poker faces around him, Junsung found that he had encountered a powerful hypocrisy that he had never experienced before. Everyone contained themselves, trying to conceal the pleasure and desire given by those numbers in the presence of the death of who always strived for everyone’s survival.

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held a tablet that pointed at. “Hey, that’s…”

“That’s right. This is tablet. Don’t worry, I didn’t touch anything.”

“No, I mean, we should all look together! Why’re you keeping it to yourself?”

“Does it say the other two names of the mafia?”

The players leaned into seat to check tablet. But her tablet was no different from that of a citizen’s. The players were disappointed but hoped to find some evidence.

“The inbox. Check her inbox. The mafia members would have talked privately for sure.”

“It’s almost empty… Maybe they talked enough at night.”

“Then someone must have deleted the chats. , did you do that, by any chance?”

“Oh come on, are you serious? You know I haven’t had the time to do anything. Look, there’s a chat here.”

“Huh?”

Social Worker: Why’re you being such a pain?

Social Worker: If you and I work together, we can end this game once and for all.

Intellectual: I don’t trust you.

Intellectual: You just want to live because you’re accused of being mafia, that’s all.

Social Worker: And what’s wrong with that?

Social Worker: It’s the only way to save myself and everyone else.

Intellectual: This is coming from someone who killed a citizen at night.

Intellectual: I’ll think about it, if you give me the two other names of the mafia.

Intellectual: Otherwise, forget it.

They had clearly exchanged words before the selection vote. But there was nothing unusual about it, as it was the same argument they had in reality. However, the second line caught Junsung’s attention. “You can end this game once and for all… What does that mean?”

“It’s about that stupid winning method crap, of course. I asked her for the other two mafia members’ names for trust.”

“But the way she said it… Why did she specifically mention you as the person who can help end it?”

“It’s because I’m like the representative of the opposing. Once she convinced me, everyone else would have just gone along with !” looked awkward. Staring intently, bluntly pointed out the actual reason for his unease. “It’s clear that considered the doctor, and he’s not denying it.”

“Huh? Oh yeah, you’re right!”

The key to the winning method, as suggested by , was to have one mafia member join forces with the doctor, and this conversation was about a mafia member trying to convince the doctor. Now everything fell into place. But the question was how was so sure that was the doctor. While everyone seemed lost, scratched his head and spoke up.

“Er, I ain’t sure I should say this, but don’t the mafia already know who the doctor is? The doctor saved somebody last night.”

“What do you mean? How does that reveal the doctor’s identity?”

“Well, the doctor will save himself every night, naturally. Which means that the person the mafia chose last night is the doctor.”

“……!??”

theory was both logical and illogical. While and who had never played Mafia Game before were nodding, and Junsung who had played this game before shrugged, looking unconvinced. A little dazed, noted, “If… if that’s possible, then this game doesn’t make sense. The doctor shouldn’t be allowed to defend himself, right?”

“Yeah, or should be required to choose different players every time.”

Reina answered, [There is no such stipulation here. Don’t make up any imaginary rules.]

“Huh? What?”

This proved that the doctor could choose anyone he or she wanted to save, without any restrictions. looked frustrated. “Then the doctor would just keep saving himself over and over again! This isn’t just about money or winning, it’s about life! This is just crap!”

“There’s actually one hidden piece of information in the tablet,” spoke up.

“Huh? Where?”

It was who found it. She tapped on her tablet for a moment, and then looked at tablet, which had a separate page that listed out the names of those whom the mafia members had chosen in the last two days.

The mafia’s selection for Day 1:

The mafia’s selection for Day 2:

There were no details on which mafia member had chosen whom, so it could have been meaningless information. But this time, this little piece of information proved something clearly. The players turned to look at together.

“So that settles it.”

“It’s confirmed.”

Last night, the mafia had chosen , but he wasn’t killed. Given that the doctor would surely keep saving himself in the game, it was clear to the mafia that was indeed the doctor. That was why had suggested the winning method, which required one mafia member and the doctor, namely , to bluntly speak up in front of everyone. Everything fell in place, and there was no doubt. Eventually, threw up his hands and came clean.

“Okay, okay. That’s right, I’m the doctor. I wanted to keep quiet because of the risk. You guys are focusing too much on this useless information instead of finding the mafia.”