Super Righteous Player
Chapter 417 - 414 Fear of Death Chamber_1

Chapter 417: Chapter 414 Fear of Death Chamber_1

With that ominous voice resounding,

——the surrounding lights flashed on instantly.

Blinded by the sudden intense glare, Annan squinted reflexively.

...Is this Denton’s nightmare?

Even though he knew he might be traversing through multiple nightmares, he felt somewhat unaccustomed now that the moment had actually arrived.

Is there a mission here?

At that moment, Annan opened his panel:

Health... 95%?

He hesitated for a second.

Not because it was low, but... why was it this high?

He was clearly being interrogated...

Suddenly, without any warning——like a splash of water, a great volume of cold water came pouring down, drenching Annan instantly.

It was as if a whole bucket of cold water had been dumped on him.

His hair was thoroughly wet, and the sudden chill caused all his muscles to tense, but he couldn’t stand up from the chair at all.

"...Drink ah... ha ah——?!"

Annan drew in a breath of cold air, instinctively opening his mouth to gasp for air while his heart pounded furiously.

Just around five seconds later, twice the amount of cold water fell again from above.

The ice-cold sting almost made Annan feel as if he was suffocating.

He momentarily had the illusion that he was drowning before the water flow suddenly stopped.

"Wait... wait a minute! What are you trying to do?"

Expecting more water at any moment, Annan quickly asked.

He had suddenly plunged into this layer of the nightmare; there was no main quest, let alone any guiding instructions...

He didn’t even know what was happening!

"Behave, Mr. Denton,"

That eunuch-like voice rose ominously again: "This is necessary treatment.

"Your mind... needs to be cleansed."

Before Annan could think, an amount of ice water greater than the previous two times combined gushed down!

This time, Annan couldn’t help but choke on the water——this water was much colder than before!

——It was absolutely bone-chilling ice water!

Only then did he realize... this seemed to be "hydrotherapy" that was once used to treat mental illnesses!

But you’re using ice water for god’s sake?!

"Cough... cough cough..."

Finally, Annan couldn’t help but cough and choke: "Wait... I’m choking..."

The water on the floor had already reached above his ankles.

Yet before Annan had a chance to rest, or even receive any response, more water cascaded down from above.

But this time, the water didn’t stop, and the person behind him didn’t speak again.

This was when Annan suddenly understood everything.

Perhaps Denton’s original purpose here was treatment... but the "doctor" who conducted the hydrotherapy definitely wanted to kill him!

He couldn’t just sit here and wait to die!

He would die!

Maybe, the next wave of water would be boiling...

——But there were no silver coins around.

Without any hesitation, Annan struggled to free his wrists from the ropes binding them to the sides of the chair.

After struggling for a bit, he realized the knots were too secure——it didn’t seem like they were meant to prevent a patient from struggling, but more like they were for kidnapping someone...

——Then could he use spells?

Annan quickly scanned the spells he knew in his mind... but he found that with his mind continually washed by the cold water, he couldn’t concentrate at all; both guided spells and chanting spells were impossible to use.

He couldn’t even open his eyes!

And even if he did, he wouldn’t be able to see anyone in front of him, his wrists turned downwards, which made Cold Touch unusable as well...

...No, wait!

The next moment, Annan suddenly opened his eyes.

Thank heavens, Denton had learned spells from the Disabling School!

A flash of azure brilliance flitted across his eyes as he bowed his head. At the same time, he uttered a complex and piercing phrase: "Get away!"

——[Frost Speech]!

As his spoken words fell, a sudden chill enveloped his surroundings.

A splash of water turned into a sharp blade of ice, swiftly stabbing Annan’s left wrist, cutting the hemp rope and simultaneously leaving a gash about two centimeters deep and three to four centimeters long.

Annan drew in a sharp breath of cold air, lifted his left hand, and pulled out the blade of ice with his teeth. Then, gripping it in his left hand, he sliced through the ropes on his right wrist!

Then came the ropes around his ankles — by now, the water was nearly over his knees, and his hand could even feel the visible resistance when he stretched it into the icy water.

Perhaps because he didn’t possess the profession of a Frostspeaker, after uttering the "Frost Speech," Annan felt his tongue gradually freezing. His skin too suffered obvious frostbite due to the sudden drop in surrounding air temperature.

His health points had already been reduced to 53%!

But the good news was, he had finally gotten up from the chair!

He turned back and saw that there was no one behind him — only a closed air vent more than two meters above. Right above him was a square drain, which was dumping ice water towards that seat with a thunderous tilt.

Thank goodness he had reacted quickly...

Annan gritted his teeth and staggered to his feet from the icy water.

If he had just tried to communicate with the person behind him, by the time he realized it, the water would have been about to reach his chest.

By that time, even if he had a way, he wouldn’t have been able to untie the ropes around his ankles.

"You might trap Denton, but you can’t trap me..."

Annan muttered softly, chanting, "Elemental power of frost —"

Since Denton’s body had not awakened to the elemental power of frost, Annan had to use mana to exchange for the elemental force.

"— Wheel of Frost, make the wall your road!"

With a feeling of emptiness inside him, the Wheel of Frost Annan released from his hand, much smaller than himself, flew out and smashed open the wall.

There was a dark, empty space in front of him. And the water on the floor began to flow towards that side.

An inquisitive thought suddenly emerged in Annan’s mind.

...This should be the "past" that Denton experienced personally, right?

For a Soul Reaping wizard, such a death trap was much more deadly. It could be said that Denton had no chance of escaping from it... but how did he survive?

And who exactly was attempting to kill people in such a way?

Or was it just... Denton’s "fear of death"?

Annan opened his panel again and, seeing that his health had dropped below 50%, he did not hesitate to rush through the crack.

The next moment, Annan was in a daze.

He found himself standing in front of the seat... while the world in front of him had once again become the subway.

...Back already? That quickly?

"What are you standing for? Sit down."

The teacher beside him frowned slightly and said flatly.

"...Yes."

As Annan was about to sit down, he suddenly paused when his bottom touched the seat.

...Huh?

He clearly felt his body was unusually cold, even shivering uncontrollably.

Looking down, Annan suddenly noticed — there was a fresh cut about three to four centimeters long on Bella’s wrist.

It was still new... and the wound was damp, slowly oozing blood.

Annan turned his head to glance at the teacher and gestured with his left hand.

But he realized that the teacher seemed to completely ignore the wound as if he couldn’t even see it — his gaze didn’t even focus on it.

Annan thoughtfully opened his panel:

[Health Points: 37%]

— Suddenly in critical condition.

And just a moment ago, Annan clearly had 90% health points...

...Unless, the 53% damage he suffered while being Denton had been accounted for.

The damage sustained in that prior nightmare fragment... had all reflected onto his own body?

And in Bella’s nightmare, was no one aware of the injuries she suffered? This meant that Annan couldn’t even heal those injuries...

...This is hopeless.

Why the sudden feeling that three potions might really not be enough...

Annan abruptly realized the difficulty of this Twisted Tier nightmare lies in.

He had originally thought that this nightmare was too simple — nearly completing two out of the three side quests in the blink of an eye...

Unexpectedly, the core difficulty of this nightmare was to escape in the "least possible amount of time at the lowest cost."

Unlike the gallery, where the difficulty lied in "puzzle solving," or the Great Hunt, which was about "acting," this one, temporarily named "Wolf Kiss," consisted of countless "escape rooms" or some other dangerous rooms.

This is like an alternate dimension death trap, isn’t it?

With his teeth clenched, Annan huddled on his seat, shivering for warmth, and racked his brains quickly. His heart, agitated by the icy water earlier, was beating so fast that he even felt a vague pain...

He only had three backup lives... and he had just carelessly used half of one.

If used wisely, he might withstand six more times... Assuming the "Wolf Kiss" ritual wouldn’t deduct too much health.

...Let’s wait for the next death room.

Just once, Annan couldn’t deduce its specific rules and mechanics.

Just one more time.

Just once will do—

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