In the castle's dim chamber, all eyes locked onto Lin Yu.

The spotlight was his.

Leaning forward with interlaced fingers, his expression radiated calculated confidence.

"If you trust me, this game is winnable."

Bao Liu scowled. "Why the hell should we trust you? Because you 'figured out' our jobs?" He jerked a thumb at Yao Zhengye. "All you're saying is I'm a thug and this guy's a thief, right?"

Yao Zhengye's face darkened.

"So we're the 'bad guys'? Just vote us out and call it a day?"

As expected, the two reacted violently—and the others' wariness spiked.

Lin Yu shook his head. "I deliberately avoided naming your roles to prevent exactly this misunderstanding."

"My point is simple: I can lead us to victory. Not just through deduction..." He tapped his temple. "...but with my role ability."

Perfect delivery. Thank you, improv training.

He adjusted his British-style costume—tailored to project intellect.

"I'm Lin Yu. My role?" A theatrical pause. "Detective."

"And my ability is... identity verification."

Silence.

Then—

"WHAT?!"

Chen Zhuo gasped. "Holy shit! The Seer?!"

Bao Liu slammed the table. "Bullshit! No way they'd give someone that OP ability!"

Xia Yue's eyes narrowed. "A role that directly counters the game's core mechanic? Too convenient."

Xu Xiumei nodded. "Roles were assigned before the game started. Why would yours align so perfectly?"

Even Yu Longguo's stoic mask cracked with skepticism.

Only Chen Zhuo wavered. "But in Werewolf, there's always a Seer..."

Lin Yu kept his face neutral, but internally, he was testing.

Did it work?

According to the Trickster's power, if they believed his lie, he'd gain the Detective's ability.

Yet—nothing.

No surge of insight. No verification power.

They don't buy it. Or not enough.

A setback, but not unexpected.

"Tch. Tough crowd."

Lin Yu exhaled slowly.

He'd known his initial claim had flaws—but the speed of their collective skepticism still surprised him.

The thug's sharper than he looks. The women and the soldier aren't fools either.

Yet his performance had been impeccable.

Every micro-expression, every calculated gesture had sold the Detective persona.

Now, to patch the holes.

Adjusting his deerstalker cap, he radiated unshaken composure.

"Correct. My ability isn't literally identity verification. But in practice... it achieves the same result."

"Explain," Yu Longguo demanded.

"I learn one hidden secret about my target. In this context?" A shrug. "That means exposing wolves."

Xu Xiumei's brow furrowed. "Why not say so upfront?"

Lin Yu's reply was ready.

"Because 'I pry into your secrets' tends to make people... uncomfortable. Would you trust someone who said that?"

A beat of silence.

"...Fair," Xia Yue conceded.

"Knowing secrets does fit a detective," Yu Longguo mused.

Bao Liu clicked his tongue. "Tch. OP as hell."

Chen Zhuo beamed. "See? He's our Seer! Just follow his leads!"

Nods all around—but Lin Yu noted the undercurrents.

They believe me... and they hate it.

Except for Chen Zhuo, the others' gazes carried varying degrees of wariness. Some even flickered with outright revulsion.

No one liked their secrets vulnerable.

But that very disgust confirmed it:

They'd bought the lie.

A new sensation surged through Lin Yu—like tendrils of insight unfurling in his mind.

The Trickster's power had activated.

Now, if he chose, he could reach into any mind at this table and pluck out a hidden truth.

About the game... or beyond.

Curtain call. The audience believed.