Super Righteous Player
Chapter 570 - 111 Gap Between Dreams_1

Chapter 570: Chapter 111 Gap Between Dreams_1

...So it was discovered after all.

In the segment of the ritual called "Three Secrets," the bearer of the name "Ingrid" had a secret affair with "Frederick."

And then Ingrid seemed to die because of something.

And Justus was still in love with her?

...So this is not Class Seven, but the Watergate class?

Is that you, Tobi?

However, it seems that "Lynn" wasn’t killed by "Kakashi" at least. Otherwise, Justus would probably not be so polite to Frederick...

But why a secret lover?

Annan slightly frowned.

Could it be because of the Melvin family?

As a member of the Melvin family, especially a renowned prodigy, he was second only to the direct descendants of Eugene Melvin in the priority to succeed as "God in the Flesh."

Frederick’s marriage was likely not something he could decide on his own.

According to Annan’s understanding, the Melvin family is of pure wizard lineage—every member bearing the Melvin surname undergoes a talent test before birth. If they lack the gift of a wizard, they are aborted before being born. The Melvin family also marries only other wizards, further purifying their lineage.

Take, for example, girls who marry out and boys who marry in; their offspring are almost certainly wizards. With just a bit of education, if they don’t fall in nightmares or their corruption becomes too high disrupting their promotion evolution, they can certainly advance to the silver rank.

Annan had seen the most outstanding result of the Melvin family in Nightmare: White Tower.

Eugene Melvin.

He was the first to think, "Master Michelangelo may not have died inside the White Tower." He even knew from the start that Michelangelo, as the Tower Master, could actually leave the Wizard’s Tower.

And Michelangelo even had to communicate with Eugene Melvin in advance to allow him into this ritual... At that time, Annan thought Michelangelo killed him because he feared him, to prevent his own sublime ritual from being disturbed.

Yes. Eugene Melvin of the silver rank had the ability to interfere with this years-spanning ritual.

But looking back now...

Perhaps, Eugene willingly collaborated with the mirror man.

Because without using spells, Michelangelo might not have been able to kill him. It was undoubtedly a very risky action with little benefit... but Eugene Melvin did indeed die.

However, as the heir to the Melvin family, did his death really not provoke the Melvin family’s wrath?

How could that be?

Now adding Frederick’s strange case... Whether from the mission introduction or from Justus’s words, Annan could deduce that he knew nothing of the tragedian and was not interested.

How could such a person possibly become the "Wolf Professor" who troubled the Duchy of Winter?

This nightmare was full of incongruous dissonance.

Like he had forgotten something important.

But Annan could not remember for the life of him...

"Wait a minute."

Annan whispered.

At this moment, Annan’s steps suddenly halted.

For the fog was gradually thickening around them.

Justus also immediately stopped, raising his right arm to signal Annan to hide behind him.

This fog is quite absurd.

Annan thought.

Is a boss about to appear?

Annan lifted his hand and lightly patted Justus’s back, concealing himself slightly behind the man.

Or more accurately... due to their noticeable height difference, Annan patted near the small of Justus’s back.

"Is someone there?"

The Unfallen Shield, Justus, asked softly.

His left hand silently gripped the throwing axe at his waist—indeed, his weapon was not a shield, but an axe.

"Be careful."

Annan whispered.

He could see a red figure emerging about eighty meters ahead.

Yes, red and bright—

Marked by his Curse Binding "Angel’s Left Eye," a tall, red humanoid:

[Angel’s Left Eye: Attached to left eye, no maintenance cost, cannot be lifted]

[When someone is preparing to betray you, within your field of vision, they will be immediately highlighted and shown through obstacles (thus this effect can be used even with the left eye closed)]

Annan whispered softly, "Protect me."

Fortunately, the hood concealed his expression, preventing the highly complex look on Annan’s face from being seen by Justus.

For Annan could see very clearly—

The enemy across from him that had triggered the Curse Binding "Angel’s Left Eye."

His silhouette was identical to Justus standing by his side.

The next moment.

A red-hot spinning throwing axe inclined at a forty-five-degree angle in the air, whistling toward him—

Like a bolt of lightning, the axe bypassed Justus in front and closed in on Annan’s head in the blink of an eye.

——Indeed, it’s Justus who is the boss, I guessed correctly.

This was the first thought that emerged in Annan’s mind.

——This tank is useless.

This thought appeared in Annan’s mind when he saw that Justus had no reaction at all——or rather, it was as if he hadn’t seen the axe at all.

——There’s a smell of alcohol on this axe.

This was the last thought that struck Annan as the flying axe came extremely close to him.

There was no pain whatsoever.

It was just that when it came close enough to his face, Annan’s vision suddenly went dark.

"...Hmm?"

Annan let out a soft grunt and slowly opened his eyes.

He hadn’t died.

The moment he opened his eyes, he noticed he was sitting at a table. Just like how he looked when he was in school... his arms crossed on the table, he had fallen asleep with his head resting on them.

He could even see red marks imprinted on his arms.

These slender arms looked like those of a minor...

Annan lifted his head and looked around.

It seemed to be a library, but not a large one... at least not as large as the Heath Tower of Black. There were also some people around, all teenagers.

Behind him was a girl with dark blue hair, rushing over hurriedly.

When she noticed he had woken up, she asked with an unbelieving, crisp, and joyful voice:

"...Freyr? You’re awake!"

The girl looked to be no older than fourteen.

Her expression as she looked towards Annan was full of concern, and even something like... admiration?

Is this Ingrid?

"Ingrid?"

Annan pretended to be tired and rubbed his eyes unconsciously, asking unintentionally.

"That’s so amazing, Freyr!"

Upon Annan’s probing, Ingrid did not do anything odd.

She just lowered her voice in amazement and said, "You actually woke up from the nightmare on your own!"

"Ah, that’s good..."

Annan mumbled.

A thought crossed his mind.

Nightmare... what nightmare?

"I went to find the professor for help, he’ll come over in a moment... you have to explain to him that you really fell into a nightmare."

Ingrid said to Annan with a distressed look.

Before "Frederick" could respond, he heard a voice full of vigor:

"——Frey!"

Looking where the voice came from, Annan saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with a somewhat defiant spiky hairstyle.

He came up, slapped Annan’s shoulder excitedly, and said, "I knew you would be alright, you bastard!"

"Damn..."

Just then, Annan suddenly felt a slight pain in his shoulder——a filtered pain filtered by Annan’s Curse Binding.

The all too familiar location allowed Annan to immediately recognize his identity.

This is... Justus?

"Justus, what the hell!"

Seeing Annan suddenly cry out in pain, Ingrid looked at Justus disapprovingly and said, "Don’t be so rough!"

"Ah, sorry, sorry Frey! I just got too excited..."

The young Justus seemed somewhat shy and a bit awkward as he scratched the back of his head before his eyes lit up: "I’ll take you out for barbecue, Frey!

"I heard that The Holy Nation recently received a batch of high-quality beef, and I’ve wanted to try it for so long! Let’s all go together!"

"Ah, you guys go ahead..."

In hearing about going for meat, Ingrid was somewhat tempted but also resistant: "I’m not very fond of meat."

——That’s a lie.

Annan sharply caught her thought.

Is she afraid of gaining weight?

He took a deep breath and looked down at the book in front of him.

The dark, stone-like tome bore letters in dark gold.

The title was... "Law of Resemblance and Precognitive Dreams."

...Dreams?

A term suddenly flashed through Annan’s mind:

——The gap between dreams and dreams!