Picking up his tablet, Junsung went upstairs and opened the door with the sign and looked around his room.

“…This is even better than my studio, damn it!” he muttered.

A bed, a desk, some spare clothes, snacks, and even a small private bathroom! He shut the door gently behind him and sat on the bed, looking more closely into his tablet. It only had two features: voting, and a chat inbox through which he could have one-to-one chats with other players. Junsung briefly considered talking to someone, but decided against it as he wasn’t sure of anything. The tablet also had brief profiles of all players.

Player Profiles

(age 74 years, male): Has firm beliefs.

(age 58 years, male): Bought Dogecoin and lost all his retirement savings.

(age 46 years, male): Has been angry since the selection round.

(age 44 years, female): A deeply religious Christian.

(age 33 years, male): Has the highest level of education among the participants.

(age 30 years, male): His muscles are natural.

(age 30 years, male): Nothing to say about him, as he has literally done nothing.

(age 26 years, male): Passed the selection round of the Turing test in the shortest time.

(age 26 years, male): Has 40 million won left of his student loan.

(age 24 years, female): What she actually does is private.

(age 24 years, female): Pretty without glasses.

(age 17 years, female): Don’t ever take off her arm warmer.

“Hey, my charming point is the student loan? What a way to use personal information! And there’s only 35 million won left!”

At least his profile sounded a little better than . Just then, Reina’s voice sounded out of the speaker in each room. [Everyone in your rooms? The doors and windows will now be locked. The first night of Mafia Game begins. Good night! Tee-hee-hee.]

… Can’t she do something about that giggle?

Day 1 ended just like that. The game was going smoothly. And so was the Turing test, avoiding the risks as much as possible for now.

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[The night has come. Mafia members, please come out of your rooms.]

“Okay, so… whom should we kill?”

“Let’s keep our voices down. Someone may hear us upstairs.”

“If our voices here can be heard upstairs, it’s the host’s fault. If you’re very worried, let’s just get this over with.”

“You mean, we should choose someone? I mean, in the daytime… I mean, just a while ago, we found out that the mafia wouldn’t have to eliminate anyone!”

“Ah, yes, right. So what?”

“It’s true that the citizens didn’t kill anyone during the day. We should take advantage of the rules and…”

“Ah, the rules.”

“, who’s been so fond of the rules missed this one!”

“The sixth rule for daytime trial. ‘If a player eliminated after a trial turns out to be a mafia member, the players get a chance to hold another trial.’”

“Know what that means? All three mafia members can be fucked up in a day.”

“But we can’t kill…!”

“It may not even be actual killing. It could just be like, passing out or something.”

“Hmm… Not likely. But the point is, if nothing happens both during the day and night, that will only put us at risk.”

“Don’t forget the fact that the sheriff is choosing someone right now.”

“Right, right. Well, the three of us didn’t look that suspicious, but… neither did the nine others. So we may get caught at the probability of 3/12, or 3/11.”

“What if the sheriff is on a roll and gets it right three days in a row? With the sixth rule, all of us will die.”

“… But I’m still against killing.”

“What the hell…!”

“Hey, Red Ball, let me ask you something. Is it possible for a mafia member to eliminate another?”

[I guess, why not? As long as you come up with two votes.]

“Hear that?”

“What…!”

“Okay, lady and gentleman. Relax.”

“It doesn’t help if we fight. Voting is our right in democracy, so we should all pick someone we want.”

“But I’m going to announce who I’m choosing. .”

“What? Hey, you mean…!”

“Hey, good idea. Announcing your choice! I guess I’ll help with another vote.”

“… I’m going to choose someone else. You should, too.”

“Aww, then tell me who you’re choosing, so I can pick someone else.”

“……”

“Never mind. Let’s start the vote.”

“Hmmm…”

“Hey, so why’d you choose ?”

“It’s just simple elimination.”

“We all have so much to say, but let’s just see what happens during the day tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah, Bingo!”

“What about it? Got any clues?”

“Just thought we should reach an agreement. Are you all in favor of Bingo? Assuming it’s possible, I mean.”

“Of course. We can all get out of this alive that way.”

“Well, not me… I didn’t come all the way here to risk my life for just some lousy 300 million won. The prize increases each time someone is eliminated. I don’t like Bingo. I spent all that time racking my brain to agree with without sounding suspicious.”

“You’re absolutely cruel.”

“Come on, we can’t even agree on this?”

“Whether Bingo is a good idea or not is beside the point. It’s just better to avoid it, even for humans.”

“Why is that?”

“This game is kind of deep.”

“I can’t really explain it, but… if it is made clear that you are human, you’re not safe.”

“So is now at a disadvantage.”

“Too bad. So what should we do?”

“I guess we shouldn’t give Bingo votes to those against Bingo.”

“Like , , , and .”

“Except , as he’s already been a target. Simple.”

“Wait, uh… Why shouldn’t we vote for those against Bingo?”

“Because it would make it less likely to achieve a majority.”

“You’re really smart.”

“But I want the majority to be achieved.”

“Oh, you little…!”

“Compromise, compromise!”

“Let’s cast all our votes for players other than these four. It’s better than to have our votes all scattered.”

“Ah, yes. Well, getting to do Bingo may not be so bad.”

“Right. Life is precious, you know.”

[Okay, okay. The night-time voting is over. Mafia members, please go back to your rooms quietly.]