Super Righteous Player
Chapter 567 - 108: Human Evaporation_1

Chapter 567: Chapter 108: Human Evaporation_1

[Frederick was invited to the Coal Ash Wasteland by his old friend, "The Unfallen Shield" Justus, with the intention of using a spell to help his friend complete a difficult task]

[——The story was supposed to unfold like this]

[Frederick always felt that Justus seemed to be hiding something from him. He chose to trust his idol wizard’s intuition and drank magical wine that would lead to unconsciousness, using its power to steal Justus’s task contract from his dreams]

[But Frederick wished he had never seen that contract——]

[The initiator of this contract was named "Tricino." If it were just a name, one could only guess that the person might hail from the United Kingdoms. But with the quill feather mark on the contract... as the future heir to the Melvin family, Frederick could recognize this person]

[The true identity of "Tricino" was unknown to anyone. But through the ritual, it was revealed that he was the Pope of the god of murder and conspiracy, "The Tragedy Writer"]

[The contract specified that Justus should bring an idol wizard to the Coal Ash Wasteland and, when the stars reached the correct position, the idol wizard staying there would sense the "gap between dreams and dreams." From this, an unfulfilled Essence of Dream could be obtained]

[According to the contract, the sun setting today was the moment when the stars would reach the correct position. Frederick didn’t know what "the gap between dreams and dreams" meant, nor did he know what the "Essence of Dream" was. But he knew that the contract initiated by "Tricino" must be malicious]

[Although when Frederick parted ways with Justus in the past, they had a big fight over another person. Nevertheless, Frederick still hoped that in the midst of the conspiracy brewed by The Tragedy Writer, he could protect his impulsive and foolish friend]

[Or rather, his former friend]

This introduction to the plot made Annan blink in surprise.

...This seemed somewhat different from what he understood.

In Annan’s previous knowledge, it was Frederick who deceived Justus. He sacrificed his friend Justus as an offering to The Tragedy Poet.

But according to this nightmare’s hint... it seemed Frederick knew nothing about it.

He even wanted to save Justus from The Tragedy Writer’s hands.

As for Justus...

This person seemed different from what Annan had originally heard from Naifertali.

In Naifertali’s words, Justus was a calm and reliable Guardian.

But from what Annan had just witnessed, one could hear an obvious sense of arrogance and self-centeredness in Justus’s words. He wasn’t as composed and reliable as rumored; instead, he seemed impatient... and somewhat inflated with his own importance.

And...

What is the "Essence of Dream"?

And who is "Tricino"?

Why hasn’t Annan ever heard this name?

"——What’s this situation?"

Seeing everything that was inconsistent with the information he had previously collected from the outside world made Annan somewhat puzzled.

He stood up from the sofa and prepared to investigate Justus’s house, following the lead from Justus’s previous remarks.

He noticed that the most plentiful item in Justus’s room was newspapers.

On the walls, on tables, in cabinets. Justus kept newspapers from almost every year and every press—a loyal fan of the newspapers, indeed...

After all, in this era, the price of newspapers was far from cheap. To collect them completely, the cost was obviously enormous. A substantial portion of Justus’s income must have gone towards purchasing newspapers from various countries.

It was almost like an obsession.

Or rather, was he a collector of newspapers?

"...Eh?"

Annan let out a light exclamation.

With his sharp observational skills, he quickly noticed a commonality among the newspapers posted on the wall.

The newspapers were either about Justus—any mention of him inevitably praised his significant contributions—or they mentioned "Professor Gray" Seti, as well as the situations of his other students.

Looking around, Annan could see more than twenty "Portraits of Justus." They were typically on the front page of newspapers, drawn by artists hired by the publishing houses.

...Although what he had done was indeed remarkable.

But wasn’t this a bit too narcissistic?

It was so unusual that Annan couldn’t help but wonder if this strange behavior was related to his Curse Binding.

—But what kind of Curse Binding would make someone keep buying newspapers? And paste news about themselves on the bedroom wall so they could see it at any time?

Annan didn’t have time to look any further.

Justus suddenly rushed back.

"...Something has happened, Freyr."

The robust "Unfallen Shield" looked somewhat grave.

Only when he looked serious could Annan vaguely see a trace of Naifertali in him.

Annan quickly straightened his face, continuing to play the role of Frederick to see if he could get more information out of Justus, "What’s wrong? Could it be... your contract has been lost?

"Speaking of which, where’s my lunch?"

He imitated Frederick’s tone with a glance at Justus and asked leisurely.

"—Let’s not talk about other things, you’re definitely not getting lunch."

Justus said, grabbing Frederick’s right forearm and murmuring forcefully, "You come look—"

With that, he dragged Annan outside.

The structure resembled a doughnut—they were on the second floor, and from the ring of rooms, they could look down into the first-floor lounge area.

At the moment, the lounge was empty. Chairs and tables were in disarray.

Annan and Justus exchanged glances, descending quickly from the spiral staircase without a word.

Upon closer inspection, Annan noticed—six circular tables in the lounge were scattered around, with two to five chairs surrounding each table.

Some tables still had untouched tea, warm to the touch; others had playing cards laid out. But after glancing over and quickly counting the cards, Annan realized they were nearly half gone.

It was as if someone had just poured a cup of tea and then abruptly left.

It was as if a group of people playing cards had run off in the middle of the game, taking their "hands" with them.

Annan walked over and touched the seats. They were already cool.

"Look here, Freyr," Justus pointed towards the front desk.

Annan followed his gaze, moving forward a few steps unconsciously.

His eyes sharpened immediately.

The front desk drawer was pulled open, filled with money. It was untouched... The ledger was placed in front, open with words written halfway through, but the pen was nowhere to be seen.

[201, Smoked Salmon—]

This was the last line left in the ledger.

It seemed as if the guest in room 201 had ordered smoked salmon, and while taking payments, the desk clerk was recording it in the accounts. Then, before finishing the record, the person disappeared— even taking the pen along.

This establishment... A hotel? Not quite, since Justus was obviously living here permanently.

In any case, the people here had suddenly vanished into thin air not too long ago—possibly just an hour or half an hour before.

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