Super Righteous Player
Chapter 587 - 128: Tragic Playwright and Comedian_1

Chapter 587: Chapter 128: Tragic Playwright and Comedian_1

Thirteen Fragrances looked worriedly at his companion.

After listening to Thirteen Fragrance’s explanation, he had an "Oh, so that’s how it is (hammerhand)" moment of realization and began searching through his "inventory," looking for something.

Regardless of Husky’s comprehension ability, it had certainly raised Thirteen Fragrance’s blood pressure quite a bit.

But Husky’s prior search was, objectively speaking, quite useful.

He simply used brute force to smash through all the doors on the second floor except for Justus’s room. This effectively saved time during the investigation phase... after all, Thirteen Fragrances wouldn’t have been able to do that.

Though "Frederick’s" body has the template of a silver wizard, it’s just a template in the end.

If it were a silver-ranked swordsman, they might be able to exploit some abilities based on physical attributes—but a pure silver-ranked wizard would only have the attributes they gained from physical exercise and nothing more.

If the boss had come in, maybe he could have unleashed the real power of this "body." But Thirteen Fragrances really didn’t know the idol school’s spells.

Even if "Justus" didn’t obstruct him, it wouldn’t have been easy for him to break down the doors.

He’d probably have to take damage doing it.

Luckily, although Husky was a bit slow on the puzzle-solving, he was quick with his hands and hardworking in doing the chores, at least finishing all the preliminary content...

"It’s a good thing this dungeon has a high degree of freedom."

Husky was searching seriously through his large cloth bag, complaining as he did so, "If I try to pick something up and then a prompt like [Can’t lift], [Can’t open], [Red apple], [Toy knife] pops up, I’d be at a loss."

"That sounds like a horror game."

"I indeed have the feeling it will suddenly turn into a horror-centric dungeon."

Husky nodded and retorted, "Don’t you think this matryoshka-like nightmare is scary?"

"I’m not you. You get scared like a dumb dog watching ’Mulholland Drive.’

Thirteen Fragrance retorted, "Being scared of ’P.T.’ is one thing, but jumping at ’Inside’ and ’Little Nightmares,’ that’s not normal."

"What are you talking about? As long as you can’t fight back and might drop dead suddenly, that’s basically a horror game."

Husky immediately fired back, "You’re not normal either, being able to write essays while watching ’The Shining’ and playing ’Layers of Fear’ without batting an eyelid. I’m the real normal person here!"

As the two started arguing about "what counts as a horror game," the chatroom was immediately sidetracked and began debating the issue.

However, Husky suddenly made a feint and brought the topic back:

"Like in those horror games, isn’t there always trouble when you investigate something standing in one spot? So why not take everything you can see and examine it all in one place slowly?"

"What if you trigger some sort of mechanism?"

Thirteen Fragrance asked sullenly, "It’s just that this dungeon doesn’t have mechanisms like that. But there are similar mechanisms in the gallery."

"Then just die once."

Husky quickly responded with a remark that was both naïve and simple, "I’ve been wondering for a long time. Since you’re bound to pay tuition the first time you encounter them anyway, why not trigger a few more traps when you’re about to croak?

"——As long as I trigger enough traps with one life, it’s basically like earning, isn’t it?"

Having said that, he emptied the cloth bag, which was now devoid of food, turning it upside down and scattering everything onto the ground.

"Look, I’ve brought back everything that could be taken and might be useful. Leftover snacks with some warmth to them, roast meat, freshly cooked fish and lamb that haven’t been touched... There’s also the ring on the bedside table, the jewelry in the drawers, some documents, IDs, diaries, bills, and also daggers, short swords, hand crossbows, shields, and these two guns along with a bag of bullets, and other assorted items like paintings, pens, crest emblems, and even the clothes they had in their rooms—I swiped those, too."

After speaking, Husky sat down on a chair with a flop.

He sighed, "It’s a good thing this bag’s big and I could find a lunch box. Otherwise, just for this food, I’d have to make several trips."

As he spoke, Husky lined up the roast meat, fish, pastries, and fruits, serving them into bowls from his room before pouring a cup of tea for each of them.

He pointed to the "Treasury of Husky" on the ground and used his chin to indicate to Thirteen Fragrances with a gesture of "please."

"If you want to investigate something, just do it right here in the room. We have food and drink... Since it’s a dream, there’s no need to worry about hygiene, just enjoy to the fullest."

Husky took a sip of the juice, smacking his lips. He then scooped up a spoonful of grilled fish and ate it without a change in expression.

"Not bad, the fact that this fish is boneless is really great."

Husky exclaimed, "This juice would be even better with some ice."

Thirteen Fragrance had a somewhat strange expression.

—His rationality told him that Husky must have encountered a BUG.

It was evident from the previous walkthrough that the "next act" of this nightmare should only be triggered after they walked onto the street.

At the earliest, it wouldn’t start until "Justus went outside to order his food," at which point he would receive his main quest.

Following the normal progression, that’s when he would see his introductory scene—where he finds out that Justus might have been deceived by "Tricino." Concerned for his friend, "Frederick" would definitely start investigating around the room.

Only after a certain amount of time spent investigating, or upon finding a key item, would Justus return to immediately whisk him away.

He would certainly be startled, his mind in disarray.

But when they realized there seemed to be no other living people left in the town... At that moment, his attention would shift to this new and greater anomaly.

—That was presumably the script written by the "Tragic Playwright."

However, Husky did not wait for him to come to his senses.

He just went straight outside and brought back everything he could find.

As a result, while Thirteen Fragrance was investigating these things in the room, his introduction scene still had yet to appear...

...Could it be that as long as Husky didn’t leave the room out of his sight, the script wouldn’t officially start?

If that was the case, where would that "other Justus" emerge from?

—Would a flying axe just break through the wall?

It was all good news, anyway.

Thirteen Fragrance silently sighed.

Under normal circumstances, the items he could have gotten at this time would definitely not be as many as he had now. He might as well start investigating quickly... If it really didn’t trigger the plot, that would be too good.

That way, they would have plenty of time to use up here.

If "the other Justus" was already out on the streets... then let him squat and wait.

"You keep an eye out for me, don’t let an axe flying in from the window take you out."

Thirteen Fragrance instructed before squatting in front of the pile of miscellaneous items.

Like a beauty vlogger, he picked up an iron crest, used his hand as a backdrop, and gestured in front of the camera, "Can you see it? Is it clear? I feel like I need a notebook and pen..."

"Yes! Yes!"

Husky immediately called out, digging out a notebook and pen from the pile of items, "Here you go, please. Would you like some tea? Or a chair? I saw a comfy-looking leather stool across the street."

"Forget it."

Thirteen Fragrance quickly stopped him, "What if the plot triggers as soon as you go out? My scene hasn’t triggered yet... just stay here."

"It’s pretty boring, so I’ll eat something and take a break."

Husky appeared totally at ease, "This stuff is so heavy, it was really quite the effort."

Annan, who was outside the dream, had an expression of "witnessing an incredibly rare scene."

The players this time... are much wilder than the previous ones.

He wondered if this nightmare was being observed by the Tragic Playwright, just like "The Gallery."

If the Tragic Playwright saw their script being turned into a situational comedy...

...What would They think?

Annan was particularly curious about this now.