The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 118: Nightmare: White Tower, clear the level!

In the middle of the stone hall, it was unusually quiet.

Become a god.

This topic is so far away for a few of them...

It's so far away that it's almost unreal.

It’s Annan.

He was keenly aware of a somewhat familiar term.

"What is the Fragment of Truth...?"

He asked Michelangelo.

Because Annan holds two fragments of truth in his hands.

It is the cornerstone he uses to summon players.

"The fragments of truth are the manifestation of order. This is still too far for you."

Michelangelo looked at Annan and replied in a gentle tone: "You can understand that the fragment of truth is a higher-end 'carrying object' than gold.

"All the extraordinary powers in this world come from curses. What about the gods?

"——Yes, the gods are still like this. It's just that the carrier of the gods is no longer materialized metal, but the order of the world... Just like the tradition of 'the elder and the younger are inferior, the king and his ministers are father and son', just like 'all things "Everyone dies, everything comes to an end". This is true for the true gods, and it is also true for the false gods.

"Becoming a god...means to abandon all the old curses recorded in the carrier and obtain an unprecedented huge curse-the priesthood. As long as the rules of the world do not change, this carrier will never be broken.

"The name of this carrier... is the 'Book of Truth'. Whenever a new thing or new rule is born in the world, the accompanying Book of Truth will gradually appear in the world.

"For example, when human society developed the rules of currency and commerce, the Book of Truth belonging to Silver Knight just appeared; after humans began to start a war, the Book of Truth belonging to Red Knight was born. And the birth The original Book of Truth was incomplete...which is what I call the 'Fragments of Truth'."

Michelangelo sighed: "But it has been more than a hundred years, and no new fragments of truth have been born. Like me, there are many old people stuck in the Golden Steps waiting for new things to appear in the world.

“…but I can’t wait any longer.

"My death prediction is actually correct... Yes, I have foreseen it."

As he spoke, Michelangelo cast his expectant eyes at Annan: "What about you, David Gerald? Do you have any other wonderful reasoning? I always feel that you still have something to say. ”

Natural.

Annan sighed.

Because he cheated.

Besides the uncle, the most suspicious person is Benjamin. As for the role of 'Ghirlandaio' played by Michelangelo, he has always tried hard to imply that Annan thought Benjamin was Michelangelo.

But Annan knew from the beginning - Benjamin was definitely innocent.

He did not die here...but in the future.

But Annan also had other things to say.

He thought for a moment and sighed: "It's very simple, right?

"...You are a great wizard of the gold level, and you have been famous for a long time. Our curse resistance cannot resist your power at all - just like Melvin who was killed by you.

"Who in the same silver level can easily kill an 'idol wizard' of the same level who is famous for his life-saving ability without contact, without lifting the curse seal, and without chanting? Or even Can you make him unable to even utter a last word?

“In fact, the answer has been made clear from the very beginning—only Master Michelangelo, a gold-level wizard, can do it.

"Only he can kill a silver-level wizard so easily."

It was just like how the silver-level Gerald suppressed our bronze-level brothers at that time.

Annan cursed.

Hearing this, Michelangelo sighed.

"You are a genius."

He murmured: "It would be great if I had someone like you among my students..."

As he spoke, he asked Annan again:

"My prediction level has already reached the limit of human beings. But the trajectory of your behavior is not in my prediction. You should be like a 'goblin' statue, but you did not follow my script...

"How should I... call you?"

Hearing this, Annan was silent for a while.

He blinked and suddenly realized something.

The pleasure that had just disappeared surged up again.

——Obviously, Benjamin guessed it.

He might even be the first one to guess... At the very beginning in the teahouse, Benjamin looked at Annan with a complicated expression, and he might have realized that this was not the Gerald he was familiar with. Just not sure yet.

But after seeing Annan’s clear reasoning, his confidence that was so strong that it seemed to be shining, and his elegance and calmness.

He will be sure.

This is not Gerald.

It's a stranger playing him.

Annan suppressed the pleasant smile at the corner of his mouth and asked seriously: "I don't quite understand what you mean."

"The master means."

Benjamin looked at Annan and said with a complicated expression: "What is your name outside of the nightmare?

"Also, how did Gerald die...can you tell me?"

After Benjamin and Michelangelo's words came out.

The whole nightmare began to shake, but not too much, like a very mild earthquake... From time to time, teacups, seats, and statues suddenly broke.

——That’s it.

Isn’t it enough to just be aware of it? You have to speak out to confirm...

But the nightmare will not collapse, but a strange collapse will occur...

After Annan confirmed the situation of "when the NPC knows that he is in a nightmare", he shook his head slightly.

"Gerald was killed by me."

He replied calmly: "Because he used the 'bone and blood trigger of Lord Skeleton' to kill innocent people indiscriminately. I will work with you, another disciple of Master Benjamin, to defeat him."

"...It's pretty much what I guessed."

Benjamin murmured.

Annan asked: "What?"

"No, it's nothing..."

At this point, Benjamin suddenly paused.

He seemed to understand something.

Looking at Annan again.

He asked word for word: "So...what about me?

"I...Benjamin Foster, when did I die?"

Sure enough.

Annan smiled and replied calmly: "You were killed by a counter-curse from a guard named Klaus of the Geraint family."

"Third Prince... I don't think he can afford such a price."

Benjamin sneered.

"If you would do me a favor..."

He replied without hesitation: "If Don Juan is still alive, tell him for me - his eldest brother secretly believes in rottenness. If he is dead... tell the Geraint family First in line to succeed. As compensation, I will tell you a password that you can use to win the trust of the 'me' in 'My Nightmare'."

When Benjamin said this, Annan suddenly paused.

He suddenly recalled something...

Speaking of which, where did Benjamin’s nightmare go?

Could it be that he was absorbed by Klaus?

Does he have such a talent?

But Annan didn't say anything. He just asked without leaving any trace: "What password?"

"Evelyn Miller. The Fox Under the Dinner Table. 15. The Eighth Soldier."

Benjamin uttered a string of meaningless words.

Afterwards, he reminded Annan: "You can also set a password, a password that only you know. It can be used to deliver messages to future generations after death...that is, to confirm that you are in a nightmare. . At the same time, every time your memory is checked, remember to add another keyword."

"I know."

Annan nodded clearly.

"It's such a pity that I can't accept a genius like you as my disciple."

Michelangelo sighed and smiled: "However, I can at least give you one more gift."

As he spoke, he patted the statue of "Ghirlandaio" behind him.

He said with some sadness: "This is my last sculpture... I will give you the naming rights.

"What name do you want to give him?"

Annan looked at the movements of the statue.

The works of "Michelangelo" from another world suddenly appeared in his mind.

He glanced at Michelangelo, who was floating in the sky in his soul form.

Slowly said: "Just call...[David]."

"Name it after Mr. Gerald as a commemoration... that's fine too."

Michelangelo smiled ~IndoMTL.com~ and patted the statue.

The next moment, except him and Annan.

All the people - their heads exploded at the same time.

Annan suddenly felt a strong suction coming towards him from behind.

He opened his mouth and said the last words.

"My name is Annan.

"Annan Winter——"

The next moment, Annan's body suddenly turned into a piece of light, circled around the statue, and disappeared.

In the nightmare world that began to collapse, Michelangelo frowned slightly and thought silently:

"Annan Coldong? Ivan's child?

"But Annan... shouldn't he die in five years?"