The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 56: He is like the sun

Annan suddenly opened his eyes.

He realized that he - or rather, "Bernardino" was lying on an instrument.

Bernardino's body was covered with wires, and there were at least two digits of infusion tubes connected to all parts of his body. As Annan woke up, there were piercing sirens all around.

The most important thing is...

——He is not on the Tower of Black Glory.

The surroundings are not walls made of obsidian, but what Annan is more familiar with...the Black Tower of the Zeland.

A young figure in front of him reached out and slapped the alarm, turning off the alarm.

Annan saw that it was an extremely young boy, not even a few years older than Annan.

The young wizard is wearing a black and red robe, with thin shoulders, white and slender hands, and neat short black hair hanging down to his ears.

He stretched out his left hand and smoothed his hair slightly, then turned around.

On his left middle finger, there was a silver ring.

From the young man's extremely clear eyes, Annan saw the bright and infinite confidence.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Unknown!

"However, you don't seem to be surprised by the current situation?"

He made a cheerful voice: "I guess you may know me?"

"Because I am lying in your black tower in the swamp, entering the nightmare using the [Hugo School's Imitation Godless Targetless Dream Peeping Ritual Deep Execution Device and its PC Monitoring System] invented by you, Mr. Hugo ."

Annan said with interest: "It's just that I didn't expect... was this device invented so early?"

He casually unplugged the thread inserted all over Bernardino's body and sat up from the chair.

"It's not really an invention, it's just a prototype."

While recording the data quickly, Hugo said casually while distracted: "I call it [the prototype of the deep execution device for invading dream compilation rituals without specific targets]... Judging from the names you mentioned. , you probably really know me."

He said that he had finished recording the data.

The young Hugo breathed a sigh of relief and turned back energetically. His robe and his silky short hair were fluttering in the wind.

He stretched out his right hand, which was half covered by his sleeve, and showed a confident and gentle smile to Annan: "What do you call me, Your Excellency?"

"——Annan Winter."

Annan said equally calmly: "Your friend...you know this is a nightmare, but you still want to record the contents of the experiment?"

"...Ah, Ivan Winter's child? Would I actually become friends with such a big man?"

The young Hugo showed an embarrassed smile: "It seems that I have indeed become the master of the tower?"

"Indeed."

Annan praised: "With your talent, this is a matter of course."

At the age of seventeen, he was able to invent such a complex machine.

In other words... he was already trying to automate rituals decades ago when he was still studying in the Wizard Tower.

"No matter where it is, the experimental results should be recorded. This is a good operating habit... Even if the world is going to be destroyed in the next minute, I have to be myself for this minute.

"And this ritual is not complicated. I just wanted to help a friend I just met solve some small problems...but I didn't expect at the time that this had turned into a nightmare."

Hugo spread his hands helplessly: "But it seems that he has at least become a transcendent - then I should at least be considered a success."

He asked curiously: "When did you realize that... you were actually dreaming within a dream? Was that last part too outrageous? But in fact, Bernardino did do this at the time... …And he really succeeded in hiding the causes of those people’s deaths.”

"Indeed, part of the reason is this, but in fact, I already noticed something was wrong at the very beginning."

Annan came closer to the instrument, watched it carefully, and replied: "Because when the nightmare first started, the nightmare's introduction told me, 'You are forty years old this year and have lived in the wizard's tower for two years. Thirteen years'.

"But I actually know that Bernardino was forty-three years old when he met you. He always regarded meeting you as the turning point that changed his life, and he didn't know that until a long, long time later... The letter of recommendation was fake. In other words, history collided with nightmare.

"However, Julius did die. And Bernardino did lose his eyes and gained spiritual vision. Later, he simply dug out his own eyes and used gem eyes to make up for it. This undoubtedly proves that the spirit resonance cauldron ceremony does exist.

"In other words, those things did happen. But Bernardino forgot about it..."

Annan turned back and looked at the helpless smiling young man Hugo standing next to him.

He asked word for word: "If my guess is correct...

"You are planning to modify Bernardino's memory, right?"

"Yes."

Hugo replied without hesitation: "This is Bernardino's own commission.

"He was aware of the fact that he was degenerating. So he hoped that I could seal this memory of his... But I am not good at the soul-stealing spell, and Bernardino, as the dark wizard of the Tower of Black Glory, also I don’t believe in any soul-stealing wizards at all.

"So I had to invent this machine for him to seal his memories instead of me."

Hugo said helplessly: "I also know... Modifying a person's memory is like killing the personality itself. But he is like a person falling on the edge of the abyss, reaching out to me and sending out a desperate cry for help. The sound is the same...I can't sit back and ignore this.

"If I seal these memories of his, he will become a person with low self-esteem again. He will think that he is a fool who lost all Father Ludwig's tokens and savings, and a person who has nothing. Bad waste."

The young Hugo, who was more than half a head shorter than Bernardino, clenched his fists as he spoke.

“——But I won’t let him be like this. I won’t let him become decadent.

"Since I have erased his self-confidence, I must give him the same self-confidence. I will continue to help him and teach him... until he can be self-reliant.

"He has otherworldly talents. I think it is entirely possible for him to step into gold! He may even have a chance to become a god. He probably has the affinity of the soul element, which means that he can even make extraordinary people easily Resurrection in an instant!"

On the face of the young Hugo, there was a confident smile that was so bright that there was no trace of haze: "What a great ability this is! As long as you erase this dark past, everything will be done in time!

"...But now it seems ~IndoMTL.com~ it seems too late."

The young Hugo sighed with regret: "If he could live healthy, how many people would he help..."

Annan was a little distracted for a moment.

In Hugo's eyes, it seemed that there was no problem in the world that could stop him. He has no doubts about his speculation.

His words are like the sun, leading everyone with his chest raised and his head raised.

Annan was silent for a moment.

He suddenly understood that sentence.

——Ever since the forty-three-year-old Bernardino met the seventeen-year-old Hugo...he has never been able to look directly at the glory of Hugo.

It is indeed so bright... that one can't help but lower their heads.

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