Super Righteous Player
Chapter 565 - 106 Nightmare: Illusory Heat_1

Chapter 565: Chapter 106 Nightmare: Illusory Heat_1

Now that "Giralda" is Annan Winter.

Then many things are actually not so taboo anymore...

Being as clever as she was, Naifertali certainly figured out which secret to choose—it must look important enough, but it is best if the other party would know sooner or later, or if it wouldn’t be too much of a problem even if they did know.

So she pondered for a moment and spoke her three secrets:

"Firstly, I have one-eighth elven bloodline. My grandmother’s mother was an elf who survived from the Third Era;

"Secondly, my teacher ’Bone Healer’ Seti lost his Elemental Power after repairing the holy remains. And this was also why he chose to change his title;

"Thirdly..."

Naifertali paused slightly at this point.

She slowly opened her mouth and said, "In fact, I am actually a worshiper of Annan Winter."

...Huh?

Upon hearing this, Annan was momentarily stunned.

The key itself was already a ritual. To ensure its effectiveness, Naifertali couldn’t possibly lie.

Who would have thought... it would be such a coincidence?

Annan was somewhat moved—

He slightly wanted to know what kind of person he once was.

Why was he able to converse so freely with so many True Gods?

What was his personality like before his memory loss?

Had the Forefather completed the "internal combustion engine" he had mentioned to Him?

During the past year when he traveled around the world, which places had he actually visited?

—These were pieces of knowledge that Dmitry refused to tell him.

Just as he was about to ask, Annan hesitated.

...Because he hadn’t told Naifertali that he had lost his memory.

With Naifertali’s Wisdom, if she knew both that he was Annan Winter and that he had lost his memory, she could infer a great deal of truth.

It always felt like that would be a great loss.

After all, he and Naifertali weren’t that familiar with each other.

He also couldn’t guarantee that Naifertali would definitely not leak his information...

At this thought, Annan pondered.

This might just be the nature of the "Key" to this nightmare.

That is... if someone held a secret that could incite murderous intent, how would you choose?

Is this why the "Professor" killed "The Unfallen Shield"?

Because "you know too much"?

—Isn’t that cause of death a bit too traditional?

Could the truth... really be that simple?

While Annan was contemplating,

he suddenly felt a strong wave of sleepiness wash over him.

He became groggy, his consciousness growing blurry.

Relying on his last bit of lucidity, he found a sofa and sat down heavily.

Naifertali lost consciousness a bit earlier than him.

She hadn’t been able to leave her seat before she already passed out right where she was.

Suddenly, Annan felt an intense heat coursing through his body—

As if the temperature of his skin suddenly began to rise. It was as if he was in the midst of a fire, scorching and boiling, and even breathing felt like hot pangs in his throat.

If Annan’s sense of pain wasn’t obscured, perhaps he would feel severe agony.

He wondered how Naifertali was faring...

Annan felt the temperature around him continue to rise, and the thought appeared in his mind.

But in the next instant, his vision became a tranquil darkness.

The searing heat dissipated in an instant... yet his skin still felt waves of illusory heat.

It was like a burn scarred by fire.

Even after the flame had been moved away, the wound itself continued to emit the residual pain of having been burnt.

[Dream Key detected.]

[Dream Key presence detected: Exchange "three secrets".]

[Searching for nightmare, keyword "secrets"...]

[Nightmare found.]

[Falling into the nightmare, instance being generated...]

[Detected instance has a special property: Replay.]

[Regenerating instance...]

[Instance difficulty is Twisted, entry is unlimited, but Dream Key must be reacquired.]

[Current purification rate is 0/120.]

[Team’s total erosion rate is 31%, instance difficulty increased by 31%, probability of nightmare anomalies increased by 31%.]

[Warning: Relevant elements detected, nightmare has been distorted—]

[This instance has no save points, death does not increase erosion rate; forced exit from instance upon death.]

[This instance provides plot introduction, and there are rewards for decryption.]

[Instance completion reward: Gain 5% adaptability to elemental (understanding).]

[Instance decryption reward: Elemental (Wisdom) awakening depth increased by 20%.]

[Loading completed.]

...Hmm?

Annan observed the streams of data rapidly flowing downwards in front of him and suddenly realized something was amiss.

Wasn’t this the first "Twisted" instance he had encountered that came with absolutely no penalty for failure?

And it was also the first nightmare that could increase his adaptability to new elements.

It was also one of the rare nightmares where Annan had teamed up with others.

The last time he’d joined Kafney in "Nightmare: The Great Hunt," the nightmare didn’t distort solely because its special nature was a replay of memory—Kafney’s erosion rate alone would have been enough to twist the nightmare.

Setting aside how unfortunate it was to be hit by that 31% probability... after all, once a nightmare became distorted, it was essentially like entering "Side B," with the difficulty significantly increased.

...And if Annan’s memory served him correctly, his own erosion rate was only about 2%, right?

How could Naifertali, an ordinary person, have such a high erosion rate?

This time, she was not only unable to assist but actually increased the difficulty of Annan’s challenge—bearing in mind that normal people do not maintain a conscious self-awareness in nightmares, meaning they are unaware that they are dreaming.

Even with a reminder from Annan, becoming aware of it wouldn’t equate to possessing clear rationality. It was like realizing in a dream, "Oh, it seems I’m dreaming," but still not achieving the lucidity of waking consciousness.

—This round, ah, this round is duo queuing with a sister.

And it’s his own fangirl... although it was his former self.

While lost in these thoughts, Annan felt the illusory heat on his skin gradually fade away.

The familiar sensation of weightlessness and falling slowly returned.

Annan, suspended in the void, felt his body begin to descend gradually...

What followed was the introductory phrase to every nightmare.

But this time, it caught Annan by surprise.

He heard two distinct voices:

A deep and steady voice spoke slowly to Annan’s left:

"A moment of rage. An eternity of regret."

Simultaneously, a gentle and refined voice whispered softly to Annan’s right:

"Life is the prison of death... and death, the hymn of life."

The next moment, Annan suddenly became alert.

—What appeared before him was an enormously large face.

It was exceptionally comforting to look at.

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