Super Righteous Player
Chapter 528 - 69: Nightmares Made from the Souls of the Living_1

Chapter 528: Chapter 69: Nightmares Made from the Souls of the Living_1

In front of Annan was an enormous, semi-translucent spider.

Its fangs reached nearly twenty meters high at their tallest point, about the height of a four-story building. It resembled a jade-colored Black Widow—not a deity, but the spider’s name.

Inside the spider’s fangs and its abdomen was a semi-translucent murky liquid. Its abdomen bore about seventy chaotic V-shaped marks, looking like dense and chaotic scars exuding ominous black qi.

Annan recognized it... Those were the sacred light marks of the deity of poison and spiders, "Black Widow."

Its six eyes were coldly watching Annan.

From those eyes, Annan clearly felt a human’s emotionally charged, icy stare.

The reason there were six... was that one pair was closed.

Where was the last pair?

The answer was self-evident.

"Nice to meet you."

Annan lifted his head, unfazed, and smiled.

"Should I call you Glover... or Deword?"

[You may call me Glover.]

The rustling sound arose all around, vaguely forming not so clear words.

Annan turned around.

"Messenger Glover," who stood behind him, had become white bones at some point.

No, those weren’t bones—it was a puppet woven from white threads. The only things on it that could move, the only things that were moving, were that pair of dark, hollow spider eyes.

"I’ve heard of a viper whose tail looks just like a crawling spider. When a bird swoops down, looking for a nice meal... the viper springs out, injecting its venom into the enemy’s body."

When it comes to the skill of "web-making," snakes naturally can’t compare to spiders.

Annan looked back at the huge spider, his right hand holding a gun drooped naturally, while his left hand tucked into his pocket.

Being stared at by that huge spider, he showed no fear at all.

"No doubt, ’Glover’..."

Annan extended his left hand toward the spider.

Then, his right hand followed: "... is actually, ’Deword’."

He smiled, clasping his hands in front of his chest as if embracing the gigantic spider.

"Shall I continue?"

Annan asked, "Do you want to hear more, Mr. Glover?"

[Please continue.]

The massive spider rustled, with its six legs restlessly stirring the Web.

Tiny vibrations were transmitted, turning into waves.

The narrow foothold beneath Annan was pathetically trembling.

It was an incredibly perilous situation.

Looking down, one could see an abyss thousands of meters deep.

But Annan showed no fear.

Instead, he looked at the gigantic spider with eyes full of pity and compassion.

"So, Mr. Glover... at least for your devotion, I do have a sliver of respect.

"Let me continue then—

"’Deword,’ from the beginning, had never existed."

Annan answered calmly.

If the three players, or Niusel and Naifertali, heard this answer, they would surely be stunned.

But given the current situation, reality seemed to be just that.

"Deword is a Black Widow’s believer— who claimed this? That’s right, it was you, the belated messenger. Even if trying to confirm ’Deword’ through a ritual, one cannot pinpoint his location, only to infer that he’s deceased... Let’s leave it at that.

"In this world, ’name’ itself is the simplest of contracts. To perform a remote ritual, one must first know the target’s name."

The Paper Princess and Captain Alexander mentioned to Annan while chatting about the Black Widow believers’ characteristics.

—The Black Widow is the deity of Poison Kill.

He is one of the very few deities who demand a living Sacrifice.

There is no need to offer the Sacrifice to Him personally during the ritual; it is sufficient to Poison Kill someone with a specific poison and then offer a "part" that contains this poison, such as a liver, hair, fingernails, etc., during the ritual.

And in any given area, there will only be one follower of the Black Widow.

Any outsider spider worshipper who intrudes into the Web will be Poison Killed by the local Black Widow follower as a priority.

This means...

"The followers of the Black Widow could not possibly collude to commit murder."

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Mr. Glover, you fabricated lies, created the false illusion of Deword’s existence... and sent ’Jobe’, who did not go to the mill, into the Sporogenesis Mill to be killed. I’m afraid it was to cover up the ’Deword’ loophole.

"But since you could replace Deword with Jobe’s corpse... I’m very curious, what exactly did they turn into?

"And... does this person named Deword really exist?"

[Of course they were all crushed]

Spiders rustled as if laughing.

[Deword was someone I had killed before, of course, he existed]

So it was a real person who had been killed in the past.

That’s why even if checked by a slightly sophisticated ritual, you wouldn’t get a "The number you dialed does not exist" kind of message.

But...

Annan raised his eyebrows and looked up to ask in a deep voice, "So were they crushed to pieces by Alice... or were they crushed by you personally?"

The master of this nightmare should be Alice’s mother. But clearly at its core, as the daughter, was Alice. According to Glover’s description, those who finally killed the loggers were the expanding mounds of blood and flesh ground into mud.

That must have been the moment the nightmare was born.

Glover, being able to act as a witness and explain this to others.

Means he was not under suspicion.

The messenger must have had the best alibi—such as not being in the Sporogenesis Mill at all when the incident occurred.

But if Jobe died after the nightmare was born... that is, after the ritual was completed. How could he be used to impersonate Deword then?

According to Glover, it seems they all turned into meat mud.

Why is that?

And when exactly did Jobe die?

"... No."

Annan’s expression changed.

He had guessed it.

Seeing Annan’s expression, the spider gradually slid down the Web, approaching him.

It came close to Annan, mocking him unabashedly.

[What else do you want to know? I can tell you everything]

[The Sporogenesis Mill is indeed centered around Alice]

[Indeed, they died because of a nightmare that centered around Alice]

[But who ever decreed—]

The spider gradually closed in on Annan.

Its two chelicerae, like pincers, pressed down on Annan’s only foothold.

The ground gradually emitted a dark green light.

[—that the soul of a living person can’t be used to create a nightmare?]

...Yes.

Alice was the real victim.

She had not died at all!

Therefore, in this nightmare, the powers of the [Web] and [Phantom Dream] were in conflict with each other.

The Web, without a doubt, was a characteristic produced by the interference of Glover and the Black Widow.

And [Phantom Dream] was a characteristic that belonged to Alice herself!

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