The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 40: Second cycle

Annan felt no fear at all.

So he didn't hesitate and just moved on.

But this time, when he was halfway there, the chandelier directly above him suddenly shook violently.

It's like being blown by the wind.

The chandelier squeaked and swayed back and forth, making a sharp, ear-piercing sound.

Annan paused for a moment, then continued walking forward.

Five steps, six steps...seven steps!

When he took the seventh step, Annan heard the extremely clear sound of the chain breaking.

Amidst the squeaking sound of the chain being pulled, the chandelier behind him suddenly fell and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces!

Annan clearly felt a hurricane coming from behind, like a wire or something else scraping his back.

He suddenly felt a burning pain coming from his back... He knew that he must be bleeding without touching it with his hands.

But he still didn't look back.

He stood there, waiting expressionlessly for a while, and continued to walk forward until he left the gallery.

If Annan looked back at this time, or looked around. You can find that the portraits staring at him from all directions are no longer the same faces as when he first passed through the gallery.

They are male and female, old and young.

But they all turned into identical, expressionless faces.

Black hair and blue eyes.

It is not the face of his body.

It is the face that belongs to Annan outside the copy!

Under the fallen chandelier, there was a body covered with bruises.

It was wearing gorgeous clothes only for nobles. The back of its head, neck, shoulders, and waist were pierced by the protrusions on the chandelier. It lay silently under the chandelier with its limbs twisted.

It was like being killed by a falling chandelier.

——And its face is also Annan!

Looking at Annan, he kept walking forward without looking back even once. The corpse on the ground suddenly raised its head and looked at Annan with some disappointment.

Then he became silent and turned into a puddle of black water along with the chandelier on his back.

Annan came to the L-shaped corridor for the second time. The difference this time was that it was quite bright. Flames were burning quietly on the lampstands on both sides, and the portraits were smiling gently and looking ahead.

"Hehehehe..."

Suddenly, Annan heard a female chuckle.

"Who is it?"

He asked casually, without any intention of getting a response, so he continued to move forward.

And when he took two steps forward, he faintly heard the sound of a hammer hitting nails. The further he moved forward, the clearer the voice became...the closer it got to him!

It was like someone was crouching behind Annan and hammering nails into his head!

Suddenly, the wall next to him suddenly cracked.

The huge hammer smashed the wall open!

Annan rushed forward without hesitation, dodging the blow and running forward quickly.

There was severe pain in his abdomen, and blood oozed out, but Annan did not hesitate at all. Because there were rushing footsteps behind him.

He ran forward quickly, his health flowing down at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he still did not stop.

The corridor was less than thirty meters long when he first walked through it, but now he ran fifty or sixty steps.

When he turned the corner, the footsteps behind him suddenly stopped.

The light in front of me became stable again.

In the narrow room, there was almost no difference from the first time, except for a **** tan long trench coat hanging on the coat rack. And in the collection display shelf on the left, there is an extra... tomato?

Annan was stunned for a moment.

He thought for a moment and wanted to take away the tomatoes. But when he stretched out his hand, he found that the exhibition cabinet seemed to have an invisible glass wall. Although he couldn't see anything, it blocked his stretched out hand.

Annan did not hesitate and punched him. Smash the transparent wall first, then the display cabinet. Annan's fingers hurt from the constant smashing, but there was still no change.

The tomato seemed to be taunting him, not moving or shaking at all.

"[Can't open]...I know."

Annan murmured in a low voice, glanced at the **** windbreaker, and put it on calmly.

His brain was spinning rapidly——

The reason why most people are trapped in this nightmare is because they are unsure of the decisions they have made before. So they will hesitate repeatedly and cannot make up their minds.

But Annan is different. Before he entered the dungeon, he had already decided on a strategy for himself:

He knew that he would strictly follow the strategy when it came to his weekly goals. Apart from leaving, he will not investigate anything, talk to anyone, or look at anything unnecessary.

In this way, when he enters the second week, Annan will know that if he does not investigate anything, he will definitely die.

So when Annan is in the second week, he will investigate everything he encounters under the premise of the first week. And if he fails, it means he may die even if he investigates all the items.

In other words, the first two weeks were used by him to collect information.

Annan started the third game this time.

This means that whether you investigate all or none, you will die when you deserve it.

The purification rate of the copy also reveals some information.

38/350.

This means that Priest Lewis has successfully purified nightmares thirty-eight times. Although he didn't necessarily complete it perfectly, he had completed it at least thirty-eight times... so it couldn't be particularly difficult.

And in this nightmare, the memory of failure will not remain.

In other words, those strategies were all summed up by Pastor Lewis, the "similarities" among his thirty-eight successes.

Priest Lewis specifically mentioned that every time he conquers Nightmare, the scenes he encounters will be slightly different. But he thought that as long as he followed these similarities and acted, he would be able to pass the level... so he would safely hand over these strategies to Annan.

So, what do these strategies and bans have in common?

"——It's [see]."

Whether it is "gazing" at the portraits, looking for the corridor with paintings (all portraits), or "looking" back, it is all directly related to observation.

First and second experience gained.

Annan is still fearless in the third week.

Now that he knows that he can’t pass the level without investigating at all and even with all investigations... it means that at least Padre Lewis’s strategy is not completely suitable for him.

Priest Louis must have a certain habit that is different from Annan. He couldn't even realize that this was a habit that others didn't have. That's why he didn't write it in the guide.

Annan has to do it on his own.

Annan touched the material of the windbreaker. ~IndoMTL.com~ As expected, an information box appeared in front of it:

【Blood-stained gown】

[Type: Material (ordinary)]

[Description: An old blood-stained dress with a tear in the abdomen]

[Description: Observing the blood stains, you realize that the owner of the clothes has been stabbed in the abdomen]

"...Knife in the abdomen?"

Annan murmured.

He put on the clothes without hesitation.

He gestured and found that the scars on his abdomen were aligned.

"These are indeed 'my' clothes."

Annan concluded.

He no longer hesitated and continued to move forward.

He pushed open the door again.

Back in the gallery again.

But what was different this time was that the gallery was dark and empty.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed outside the window.

In that flash of light, Annan clearly saw countless ropes hanging above the gallery, crookedly binding the picture frames.

The next moment, a thunder exploded!

The strong wind instantly blew open the window, and the cold and humid air immediately soaked into Annan's chest. Only then did he hear the sound of rain outside the window.

Then the lightning fell again.

Before the thunder sounded.

Annan saw what kind of picture frames were tied under the hanging ropes——

Those are corpses hanging from the rafters!

Their heads were lowered, and they were wearing luxurious, blood-soaked clothes and leather boots. Their eyes were cloudy, their faces were swollen, and their bodies were swaying in the wind.

In the moment before the light disappeared, Annan vaguely saw all the corpses, and the corners of their mouths were neatly and strangely raised slightly.

Without a doubt.

——These are all Annan’s bodies!