Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

"But the prompt said, this time we're playing as Little Steamed Bun's relatives, family."

"That's farfetched..."

"What kind of family is this? Little Steamed Bun's stepmother's boyfriend, could they possibly share some blood relation with Little Steamed Bun?"

"This identity is quite obscure, which is good for me, as others will find it hard to guess."

"But the trouble is, it's also hard to describe."

"How should I describe it to fit the stepmother's boyfriend as perceived in Little Steamed Bun's understanding?"

Zhou Baiyu and Huang Miu exchanged a glance.

Huang Miu was also wondering, how should the butler's son be described?

[Identity confirmation, game starts. Game rule addition—You may only speak during the speaking period, and your words can only describe the actions you would perform as the character for Little Steamed Bun.

You may not communicate with others; you cannot let anyone other than Little Steamed Bun know your identity through subjective intentions.]

[Please begin with the first speaker.]

The game began.

Little Steamed Bun sat in place, hands propping up their head, watching the first speaker with a cheerful smile, Miss Carolyn—with a baby in her arms.

Zhou Baiyu had wanted to criticize from the very beginning; the baby had actually been dragged into this.

Why did Carolyn have to hold the baby?

Do they have a relationship?

Or is it that the baby controlled Carolyn?

And how will the nonspeaking baby describe the role it's supposed to play?

Huang Miu shared this confusion.

"If the baby can't utter a word, doesn't that mean... it's out of the game from the start?"

Huang Miu suddenly looked forward to it.

The game has no end; it would only possibly conclude when everyone else's identities are guessed by him and Jiang Xianwu, leaving just the two of them.

So eliminating one early means there would be only five out of six people left.

Huang Miu's mental calculations were quite audible.

Regrettably, neither he nor Zhou Baiyu anticipated one thing.

The baby uttered a meaningless cry. No one understood the sound.

But after a few wails...

Little Steamed Bun nodded:

"Yes, yes, that's indeed something he would do, approved."

While the old lady, Carolyn, and the salesclerk showed no surprise, both Zhou Baiyu and Huang Miu were taken aback.

"This counts? What is this, a corrupted kind's encrypted communication?"

Huang Miu broke into a sweat.

This meant one thing, the meaningless cries of the baby, which could be understood among the corrupted kind, were unintelligible to him and Jiang Xianwu!

In other words, they couldn't comprehend whatever the baby was expressing.

Naturally, they also couldn't guess the baby's role.

Zhou Baiyu's gaze was sharp as a sword, fixed on Carolyn's baby in her arms:

"A worker isn't a worker, but a rat; so the baby is, indeed, not just a baby..."

"It seems this game is harder than I thought. It's essentially impossible to guess the baby's identity. But as the speeches increase, and the conditions get more specific... the probability of it guessing mine and Huang Miu's identities will get higher."

[The game continues, number two, the passenger, your turn to speak.]

Number two was Zhou Baiyu.

Zhou Baiyu glanced at Little Steamed Bun, mentally calculating the interval between each person's speech while also organizing his language.

Little Steamed Bun looked at Zhou Baiyu with expectation.

Zhou Baiyu had no idea... what interactions the stepmother's boyfriend would have had with Little Steamed Bun.

Luckily, Zhou Baiyu was very calm.

"The rules of the game require illustrating what the character would do to Little Steamed Bun. But it doesn't mean, only that character could do it."

Zhou Baiyu himself also suddenly saw the light.

In the real world, he was exceptionally skilled at spinning nonsense.

He slowly said:

"When I see you, my gaze would briefly fall on you."

Little Steamed Bun was momentarily stunned.

This major nonsense translated to—I see you when you're in my sight.

Little Steamed Bun truly hadn't expected... this man, who had been exploiting bugs all along, was still looking for bugs at this moment?

But it seemed... there were no rules explicitly forbidding this.

"Yes, yes, that's definitely something he would do, approved."

Even though the speech was somewhat stiff, Little Steamed Bun still approved Zhou Baiyu's description.