Super Righteous Player
Chapter 113 - 111: The First Victim (5th Update! 13 Updates Today, Seeking First Subscription!)_1

Chapter 113: Chapter 111: The First Victim (5th Update! 13 Updates Today, Seeking First Subscription!)_1

"Theoretically speaking," Master Michelangelo, as the Tower Master... cannot leave the Wizard’s Tower until the White Tower chooses a new Tower’s Child."

Annan posed a question.

The Wizard Melvin from the Idol School immediately explained, "That is merely theoretical."

"Master Michelangelo is also adept at Idol School spells; he could create a temporary replacement for himself to bear the curse."

"Yes, indeed, Master Michelangelo could indeed have the possibility of leaving the Wizard’s Tower temporarily..."

Miss Clare summed up softly.

At this point, a strange silence entangled everyone present.

Although nobody said anything further.

Everyone was clear in their minds.

Compared with the possibility of "Master Michelangelo leaving the White Tower"... the possibility of "forcibly killing a Tower Master within the Wizard’s Tower" was virtually negligible.

Although Melvin provided two directions for thought.

There was in fact only one possibility—

That was that Master Michelangelo had not died inside the White Tower.

But the reason everyone did not deny the possibility that Master Michelangelo was already dead, and that they were now in a nightmare...

The explanation was simple.

It was because everyone had already secretly prepared themselves to commit murder.

And this possibility would be their excuse when they were discovered committing the act.

Annan could almost be certain.

At that time, they would say, "I think the second possibility is likely. We are in a nightmare, and those who die will be kicked out of the nightmare..."

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards Melvin.

There was something wrong with this man. And the problem was significant.

Because up to now, Melvin had been causing chaos.

Annan had sealed his own spellcasting abilities and proven himself harmless.

No sane person would target him.

But after Annan had obtained temporary leadership, Melvin jumped out and reminded everyone that "Gerald had killed many people."

Afterward, Melvin even gave everyone an excuse to kill. It made them feel justified in their actions.

While seizing control of the conversation from Annan, he wanted to muddle the situation and push the ritual forward, showing an urgent expectation for some to die.

He appeared to be like the murderer—or at least someone on the murderer’s side.

But he then informed everyone that one-on-one combat would not solve the problem.

That’s right, Annan knew he was telling the truth.

If they fought one-on-one, as long as the murderer survived, victory was assured.

—By the time people realized something was wrong, there would only be four left.

By then, the winner would already be decided.

So, Melvin was not the murderer.

...Unless.

A light flashed in Annan’s eyes.

Had Melvin already figured out who the murderer was?

And he thought that if they dueled one-on-one, no one could defeat the murderer. If several people died, the remaining might not be able to defeat the murderer?

I see.

So he publicly disclosed "Michelangelo might have died outside the tower," aiming to have everyone working together in the most optimal condition, outnumbering and overpowering the murderer...

Annan raised his head.

He scanned the surroundings.

Who could it be?

The strongest in one-on-one combat among them, not including "Gerald" whose spellcasting wasn’t sealed, should have been targeted.

He should have originally planned to target Gerald.

...Yet, Gerald did indeed survive till the end.

"Wait!"

A lightbulb went off in Annan’s mind.

Unless—

"...Hmm."

Suddenly, Melvin’s complexion turned rosy.

He abruptly stood up, opening his mouth wide and bulging his eyes.

But he said nothing.

He let out a very rude, loud belch that even sprayed a bit of saliva.

The ladies at the table slightly furrowed their brows, and the impeccably tidy Miss Clare leaned back in her chair with a look of distaste.

But they soon realized something was wrong.

Because this burp was extremely loud... and protracted.

Suddenly, transparent red bubbles started blowing out of Melvin’s mouth.

From the moment the first bubble appeared, a vast amount of red bubbles bubbled up like the ocean.

With the sound of "burp," Melvin’s chest collapsed suddenly. His entire figure, like an inflated balloon suddenly burst, contracted violently inwards, as the blood-colored transparent bubbles flew out of his mouth and drifted aimlessly into the air.

In just the blink of an eye, nothing but a flap of skin remained from Melvin’s neck down to his waist.

His head plunked onto his legs, then tumbled to the ground.

His "body" fell flimsily, sagging down. Before it could land on his legs, it followed his head to the ground, pulling the two standing legs down with it. The silver ring on his finger also clattered to the floor.

And throughout the whole room, red bubbles floated, filling up the entire ceiling. The light reflected off them, casting down as if the whole room was painted red.

There was no doubt—

Eugene Melvin was dead.

He was killed before everyone’s eyes.

No one used a spell.

No one left the dinner table.

No one even stepped out of everyone’s sight...

And Eugene Melvin had not even made physical contact with anyone.

He died inexplicably—right after he made his assertion.

Even Annan was puzzled.

He simply couldn’t comprehend how Melvin had died.

"—Stop, Golden!"

Clare suddenly screamed, drawing everyone’s attention.

The red-haired boy with bandages wound around his eyes and his mouth seemingly sewn shut was, unbeknownst to them, lurking behind Benjamin and firmly gripping his neck with his right hand.

The School of Destruction and... the School of Transformation, huh?

Annan’s thoughts raced.

Melvin’s manner of death indeed resembled that of a victim under a Transformation wizard’s hand...

Benjamin gave a wry smile, remaining still. He slowly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"It really wasn’t me..."

Benjamin sighed, speaking helplessly, "Although it does look like my handiwork... it really wasn’t me.

"I had no reason to kill him. And if you still don’t believe me..."

The old wizard’s expression suddenly calmed down, "I could also kill another person for you to see."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the red-haired boy Golden suddenly coughed up blood, and his whole body seemed to be instantly drained of strength, collapsing to the ground in agony, gasping for air. His complexion quickly turned purplish-red, and his arms and face bulged with veins.

As Golden’s blood fell to the floor, it began to sizzle and burn, setting the carpet ablaze. The sound of his coughing caused all the glasses and plates in the room to shudder in unison, as if the whole room was buzzing with sound.

The next moment, the carpet beneath his feet began to move.

Carrying Golden swiftly, it settled firmly in front of Clare.

Underneath Benjamin, the chair suddenly deformed, sprouting innumerable twisted, sharp branches with spikes all over each one, pinning Benjamin to the chair. A single move would impale him.

With a grim face, Clare casually picked up a cup filled with half a cup of red tea and sprinkled the tea in the air.

The red liquid swayed in mid-air, snaking around her.

She flipped the teacup in her hand and commanded Benjamin with a frown on her face,

"Remove the curse from Golden, Benjamin."

But Benjamin’s expression remained unchanged.

The white-haired wizard mocked with a sneer.

"Oh, you’re not afraid I’ll kill someone now?"

He then looked up at everyone else, "Are you all just going to stand there and watch? Hmm... alright then."

The moment he finished speaking, Golden’s coughing gradually subsided, and his complexion didn’t look as horrifying. He still knelt on the floor gasping forcefully—with each breath Annan felt the entire room tremble slightly.

"Let’s go."

Uncle Giralda from the School of Prophets suddenly ran over and whispered in Annan’s ear.

After a moment of contemplation, Annan immediately nodded in agreement.

He and Giralda promptly left the scene.

Maria looked hesitantly at the three people with the tense atmosphere, then at Annan and Giralda who had slipped away, thought for a moment, and followed suit. Seeing this, the mute Merlin also stealthily trailed behind them.

In the blink of an eye, only three people remained in the house.

No one spoke.

Clare looked down at her teacup, her expression dark and unsettled. Golden slowly stood up and loosened his eye bandages a bit.

And Benjamin, expression serene, sipped his red tea.

As if he didn’t see the gazes of the other two at all.

After a long silence, Clare still pulled Golden away with her.

The room was left with only Benjamin... and Melvin’s corpse.