Super Righteous Player
Chapter 584 - 125 Where’s My Dog?_1

Chapter 584: Chapter 125 Where’s My Dog?_1

"Life is a cage for death... death is the hymn of life."

Amid the chaos of thirteen spices, it seemed like someone was whispering in his ear.

...What the heck?

He shivered and instantly became fully awake.

Perhaps due to the shock, his impression of that phrase became rather faint. It was like waking from a dream, not very clear in memory.

Upon waking up, his first reaction was...

"Holy shit, this body feels amazing."

Thirteen Spices couldn’t help but exclaim.

He could clearly feel that his body had not only become strong and powerful... but although his eyes were a bit dry, his vision was exceedingly clear, easily able to see the tiny corners of the room. It was as if a person with severe nearsightedness suddenly wasn’t nearsighted anymore.

Also, his breathing became more stable, and his mind seemed to work a tad faster—he tried doing some mental arithmetic with three-digit multiplication and division in his head. The results came out about a third faster than he was used to.

Originally, he thought that dragging a Husky might still be somewhat difficult.

But now, he suddenly felt confident—

Of course, Thirteen Spices also knew this was just an illusion.

It’s like when someone’s strength suddenly increases, they might even get the illusion "I could punch through a wall with one fist." But in reality, it’s just because their actual level has surpassed their previous perception, leading to a misjudgment.

However...

"...Wasn’t it said that upon waking, I would see Husky?"

He propped himself up from the bed, looking around in a daze.

"Where’s my dog?"

In the room plastered with newspaper clippings, there was not a dog in sight.

Even the drinking water mentioned in the strategy, which should have been at the bedside, was nowhere to be found.

No, not found—

Thirteen Spices suddenly spotted the "cup" mentioned in the strategy.

It was emptied of water and had been moved near the doorway.

—He knew right off the bat who had drunk it.

Hey, in the plot "I" am the one who drinks a lot, right? Why did you drink my warm water?

...Did I wake up too early or too late?

Thirteen Spices glanced at the kettle on the simple stove that was still heating and far from boiling.

He got up, cautiously and somewhat puzzled, he paced the room and started to inspect the newspapers.

...As expected.

They were all news reports about Justus.

"Our Guardian—The Unfallen Shield Justus"

""I’d rather be hurt myself than see others suffer""

""You need me as your shield"—Hero Justus"

"Cheers! 30-second post-disaster rescue of 48 people! The record for most efficient rescue!"

"The Shieldless Shield, The Bladeless Blade"

"Master of the Greatsword and Hand Axe! He’s also a healer!"

"Goddamn, a healer who uses a greatsword and hand axe..."

At this point, Thirteen Spices could no longer hold back his snark: "That’s even more outrageous than an assassin using a greatsword and hand axe."

"—Are you there? Show your head."

"—Connor: Do you have any objections?"

When two lines of text suddenly floated before his eyes, Thirteen Spices was taken aback.

"...Comments?"

He was startled: "There’s even a commenting system?"

"—Fun, right? Know how to play? Haven’t played before, have you?"

"Hold on, buddy. That meme is too old..."

Thirteen Spices complained: "Could it be... Old Goose?"

"—Wrong, it’s Cat Cat."

"...?"

He vaguely wanted to say something, but after thinking twice, he dared not.

What’s called social intelligence, ah (tactically lean back).

I can’t take it anymore.

Thirteen Spices felt the urge to complain was getting stronger and if he kept focusing on the comments, he wouldn’t have time to investigate things in the instance.

He still remembered his mission.

He mainly came in to understand the mechanics.

"Let’s start by searching the room,"

Thirteen Spices quickly adjusted his attitude and adeptly addressed "the viewers": "This place should have a recording setup, right? In that case, I won’t make you wait, I’ll just go ahead. Those who can’t see clearly can watch the replay later. Let’s try to save some unnecessary time."

He said this as he quickly walked around the room, committing to memory the main content of the newspapers on the wall—mainly following a timeline of time, place, and people. He recorded Justus’s experiences in his mind, while muttering to himself with rapid articulation.

This took him less than ten minutes.

Thirteen Spices now had a shallow memory formed in his mind.

After leaving the copy, he could also fill in his memory through playback, not needing to remember everything in one go. As long as he had a temporary impression to avoid remembering incorrectly or having a jumbled memory, that was enough.

"And then we start Justice’s thorough search."

After that, Thirteen Spices began to search for Justus’s personal belongings following the timeline indicated by the newspapers, rummaging through boxes and overturning drawers.

Just as he expected.

The items in the drawer matched the time and content of the newspaper above perfectly—this must be a kind of confidentiality label.

Justus himself would know at a glance roughly which year’s affairs it was, what he had on hand at that time, or what he was doing.

And in the drawer directly below that newspaper, there were related items.

It wasn’t long before Thirteen Spices found various items including, but not limited to, some yellowed cloth dolls, spare hatchets, flat metal liquor bottles empty of drink, strange potions of unrecognized use, and cheap wooden rings.

...How should I put it.

They all seemed like they could be useful, but it was unclear what they were used for.

The only thing that could be immediately used was probably this hatchet.

Thirteen Spices clipped the hatchet to his waist at once.

And just then.

The door was abruptly pushed open.

Caught in the midst of his thorough search, Thirteen Spices was momentarily startled and instinctively crouched down, attempting to hide.

But he quickly came to his senses.

—I’m not the thief here, what’s there to be afraid of!

Just as he was about to turn around proudly to rebuke the intruder,

He saw a strong man, exuding an intimidating presence, slowly approaching him.

His deep brown skin shone with an oily sheen, muscles like boulders swelling all over his body, carrying a sack in his hand. It was stuffed with things... like a person?

Thirteen Spices suddenly felt a twinge of fear and crouched down again.

However, the muscular man seemed taken aback upon seeing him.

He glanced back at the bed, then looked at Thirteen Spices with some hesitation.

"Uh..."

Huh?

That reaction...

At that moment, an idea struck Thirteen Spices.

He tentatively asked, "Husky? Dog? Huo Huo?"

"Ah... you’re finally awake."

Instantly, the strong man let out a sigh of relief, carelessly dropping the sack, and complained, "I’ve been trying to wake you and nothing worked, you scared the hell out of me!"

Seeing this, Thirteen Spices also felt a wave of relief wash over him.

It was indeed Husky.

He glanced at the terrifying muscles of Husky, able to carry this sack weighing at least several dozen pounds singlehandedly...

He couldn’t help but ask,

"...What were you afraid of?"

"I thought I was the only one who had come in here!"

"Husky" defended his concern legitimately, "I have no clue what to do since there’s no lead. I was also worried about messing things up... Then you wouldn’t recognize their original state, and we might hit a snag.

"I’m not sure if there’s a pattern to the arrangement here. But it would definitely be chaotic if I touched it," Husky said, crouching down to rummage through the sack, "so I went to investigate other rooms.

"Since there was nobody outside. I just kicked open all the other doors, and everything that might be useful, I brought it all back."

As he spoke, Husky took out a bunch of fruit from the sack.

He handed Thirteen Spices an apple, "Eat."

"Where’s the strategy guide you were going to get me?"

Thirteen Spices’s voice suddenly grew louder.

Casually taking the apple, he bit into it.

But Husky’s reply was quite self-assured.

He looked at Thirteen Spices in surprise, "It’s been a couple of hours, brother! I’ve definitely forgotten!

"I can still remember that you are the one lying on the bed, which is pretty good. Otherwise, I might have just hammered you to death on impulse."

"Why?!"

Thirteen Spices was immediately alarmed, "We are teammates!"

The strong man Husky was portraying scratched his head, a bit puzzled, "But didn’t you say we’re supposed to play roles?

"According to the scenario I got when I entered...

"I seem to be here to kill you, brother."

Husky said, not entirely sure.

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