Super Righteous Player
Chapter 107 - 106 Clare and Jin_1

Chapter 107: Chapter 106 Clare and Jin_1

It was supposed to be a ceremony for selecting an heir...

But the main task is "to survive"?

Annan raised his eyebrows slightly.

He clearly perceived some deeper meaning.

And the other side tasks attached to this main task made him ponder even more—

[Do not engage in battle with anyone]

[Learn everyone’s true name]

[Survive at least until only four remain]

Side tasks are detailed explanations of the main task.

—In other words, if one were to fight with others or fail to learn everyone’s true name... survival might be impossible?

So, what Gerald said at the beginning, about not trusting anyone...

"This is getting interesting."

Annan murmured, his eyes gradually brightening.

He felt a touch of excitement... and intense pleasure.

Although he had no ability in Soul Snatching Spells, and this body could not utilize Annan’s own Spell of Disabling... it didn’t matter.

He had a premonition.

This instance... might just be his home ground.

Annan didn’t hesitate any longer, he put away the Skeleton Lord’s bone-blood trigger. Leaning on his staff, he struggled forward.

But he didn’t walk far before his steps halted.

Annan’s pupils constricted slightly.

He had just sensed an inexplicable danger, as though taking one more step would result in his death.

The perceptive abilities of Wizards were exceptional.

So he immediately chose to trust his intuition.

"...Hello?"

At the same time, Annan showed a friendly smile identical to Gerald’s and tentatively asked, "Can I help you with something?"

"It would be best if you’re willing to turn back."

The one who responded with a crisp, melodious voice was a girl who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old.

She had light chestnut-colored short hair and deep blue eyes, with a small white woolen cape over her shoulders and long-sleeved sweater whose cuffs covered half her palms. Her figure looked very nice, though she seemed a tad frail.

But what matched this was the snow under her feet—

Unlike Annan, who wore heavy anti-slip boots, she was treading in red leather boots befitting a noble lady. Her long khaki pants flared out like bells near the boots.

Odd fluctuations were continuously spreading from her ankles.

The snow beneath her feet automatically compressed and solidified into firm slate pavement.

Standing beside her, there was a quiet, red-haired boy.

He had beautiful, soft red hair, but his eyes were heavily bandaged in white, and the sides of his mouth bore traces of being stitched up.

He wore a pure white straitjacket, similar to one worn by mental patients, along with white-bottomless cloth shoes. Straps resembling black belts densely covered his forearms, upper arms, chest, thighs, and calves. However, the buttons on the straitjacket were undone halfway for the time being, allowing him to walk normally.

He followed behind the girl, with hot air billowing around him. The snowflakes melted before even getting close to him.

Even though Annan appeared harmless and spoke gently, the girl with chestnut hair still watched him vigilantly.

"—But I guess, you definitely wouldn’t want to do that, would you... Lord David Gerald."

"There’s no need to be so tense, miss."

Annan sighed, his tone calm and voice soft, "Even if we are competitors... right now I’m just a pitiful stray dog that everyone wants to beat. I’m just your backdrop for now... You don’t actually believe I could win the competition, do you?"

As he spoke, Annan smiled self-deprecatingly. He showed his disheveled state and looked as pitiful as a stray dog, "May I come... a bit closer? I’m really cold; I was transported here unprepared... It seems quite warm near miss..."

Upon hearing this, the chestnut-haired girl subconsciously began to appraise Annan.

His clothes, although neat, were somewhat worn. His hairstyle certainly couldn’t be described as smooth or orderly, even being quite messy and disheveled. He was covered in snowflakes, shivering with cold.

...Indeed, he looked rather pitiable.

The girl’s gaze softened a little.

Annan continued to humble himself, grinning foolishly as he said, "I, Gerald, am now nothing but a cripple. Whichever of you ultimately wins, I’ll be grateful if you can take me in and leave me enough food to eat."

"If you don’t mind... may we introduce ourselves more formally?"

With these words, Annan bowed slightly to the girl and paid her his respects, "I am David Gerald... I should be a candidate from the Soul Snatching School.

"Everyone says I’m not a good person... but I’m really just an ordinary man with little use or talent."

As he spoke, Annan gave a bitter smile.

——Honestly, after Annan’s continuous flattery, if this tea-haired girl remains vigilant against Annan, he would start to suspect her identity.

It is the most common chatting technique.

That is the so-called "teeter-totter principle"—

By downplaying one’s own value to elevate another’s... The festooned sedan is carried by people. It is especially useful when the other person harbors a clear intent to attack and remain guarded but has not revealed their hostility openly, effectively postponing the conflict.

As the old saying goes, it is hard to slap a smiling face. That’s the situation being described here.

Seeing Annan demonstrate such vulnerability, although she still did not let down her guard against the Soul Reaping wizard, she kept a steady gaze on Annan’s pupils and slowly nodded.

"My name is Clare, a candidate from the School of Transfiguration. This is a candidate from the School of Destruction, you can call him... Gold."

She took the opportunity to introduce the red-haired boy following her to Annan.

Then she extended a polite invitation to Annan, "If it’s too cold, your excellency, you can come closer. It will be very warm here with Gold."

"Aaah, I truly appreciate it!"

Annan looked at her gratefully, then quickly ran over, startling Clare.

But just as she became cautious, she realized that "Gerald" genuinely had only rushed over to her side— or rather, to Gold’s side, and couldn’t help but break into a self-deprecating, blissful grin.

What exactly was I afraid of in such a comical wretch?

Well, it’s good to have a temporary ally.

Maybe this will fare better.

Thinking of her friend’s parting words before she set off, Clare sighed silently.

Even if you say this place is dangerous, such a cryptic prophecy doesn’t allow me to just change the journey I’ve planned for months...

Clare and... Gold, huh?

On the other side, Annan silently noted these two names.

Of course, Annan could tell that at least one of these names was a pseudonym. Or perhaps both were.

Their purpose was none other than to evade spells aimed at specific individuals.

But Annan wasn’t particularly concerned.

After all.

He truly didn’t know any Soul Snatching Spells.

All he could wield now was the power of words.

They were able to communicate normally.

To him, that was no different from knowing their real names.

The power of "words" can’t be evaded.

Just like he had used a comical manner to lower their guard... After all, human energy is limited, and being vigilant in all directions is the same as being undefended everywhere. A bit of clumsiness can often make others overlook you.

Moreover, Annan was well aware that he truly was the weakest among them...

Seven of the most outstanding silver-tier wizards from each school— even with the "orphan" caveat, they are certainly not comparable to Annan, who couldn’t even cast a Soul Snatching Spell.

They walked together for thirty minutes.

Walking on the floor created by Clare, they were finally not so exhausted anymore.

After Annan’s relentless efforts, the trio finally got to know each other a bit more.

From Clare’s mouth, Annan also learned that Gold was not naturally taciturn; rather, his words, actions, and even his gaze possessed destructive power he could not control... That’s why he could only travel to the White Tower with Clare’s assistance and protection.

Yes, the two of them knew each other before arriving here.

After another ten minutes of walking, the Frigid Wight Tower appeared before them.

And the person waiting in front of the tower made Annan’s pupils shrink suddenly.

Because that person...

——looked exactly like Annan.