Super Righteous Player
Chapter 590 - 131 Overcoming Difficulties with a Husky_1

Chapter 590: Chapter 131 Overcoming Difficulties with a Husky_1

"Don’t panic, I’m here to help you,"

It seemed that two infuriating hosts within the nightmare instance were so annoying that Benjamin couldn’t help but speak with the voice of wisdom, "This nightmare is entirely constructed around the concept of ’mirrors.’ Thus, all you need to do is to find your own symmetrical object on each level to progress to the next."

"So you decided to take action after all,"

Annan couldn’t help but chuckle.

The one he referred to as "you" certainly wasn’t Pope Benjamin. His status wasn’t much lower than that of Benjamin’s.

He was speaking through Benjamin, to the "mirror man" behind Pope Benjamin.

Given that the mirror man and Benjamin were always together, Benjamin’s choice to give the answer directly... meant that the mirror man had decided to intervene.

Though he did not directly destroy the nightmare, nor did he allow Benjamin to enter the nightmare to confront the Tragedy Writer.

But after Annan and the players had uncovered the truth to this extent, it didn’t matter if the mirror man gave away the answer ahead of time. Because the players would eventually get to this step on their own.

Since the script’s tone was already set, this could only be considered acceleration, not destruction.

But if the players could clear the game without His intervention... why did He choose to step in at this moment?

The answer was simple.

It was to give the players more confidence.

Just like giving an example with the answer when faced with a large number of similar problems.

"I see,"

Gourmet Goose also caught on, "Because the purpose of this ritual is to steal the mirror man’s power and involves other deities, the Tragedy Writer couldn’t have possibly offered help in constructing the nightmare... just like the mirror man wouldn’t directly destroy the nightmare."

Annan added, "Then, he could only rely entirely on the mirror man’s power to construct the nightmare!"

The rules of this nightmare, unlike those of Sporogenesis Mill with its two stylistic cores, and unlike the ’Dream within a Dream’ and ’Gallery,’ which are subject to real-time interference by higher beings and therefore possess multiple different rules, were consistent from beginning to end!

Although its structure was incredibly complex.

The rules from start to end were utterly consistent!

Hearing this, Thirteen Spices finally relaxed.

He understood.

"—This is a pure puzzle-solving instance."

As long as he and Husky could find crucial information and guess the general direction, Benjamin could provide remote assistance.

Then through the barrage of comments sent by Gourmet Goose, they could help break the ritual.

Even though they had no knowledge about being a Ritualist, it was not a problem if they simply followed the instructions.

"Isn’t this just like those puzzle games where you blindly click all over the screen, trying everything you come across to beat the game?"

Husky voiced his confusion.

Thirteen Spices replied irritably, "Because I’m the one using my brain! Me!

"Your brain hasn’t moved at all, of course you think it’s simple!"

"I’m just too lazy to bother, not brainless,"

Husky stated frankly, "Using my brain and all, that’s enough for one person. I’m an energy conservationist."

"...I occasionally feel that you’re actually quite open-minded. You have a brain but hardly ever bring it out. This makes you seem especially carefree."

"Hey, you can’t say that,"

Facing Thirteen Spices’ sarcasm, Husky just nonchalantly smiled, "I know all that. But the fact that I can be with you without using my brain means I trust you, right? When I’m living on my own, I do think things through properly."

"You’re pulling my leg, when have you ever lived on your own?"

Thirteen Spices sneered, explaining to the other players, "Don’t listen to his nonsense, this guy has a maid at home."

"I’m not talking nonsense!"

Husky protested, "I really have lived on my own before!"

"Lived?"

Thirteen Spices laughed, "Then how much does a pound of potatoes cost?"

"...What?"

"Potatoes. Don’t you buy groceries when you live alone? Or celery, tomatoes, eggs, whatever,"

Hearing this, Husky fell silent.

After a long silence, his voice much softer, he said, "Eggs... roughly around sixty to seventy cents a pound?"

Thirteen even paused for a moment.

"... Damn. I thought you might make up a number, but I never imagined you’d come up with something so outrageous,"

he exclaimed.

Husky, red with embarrassment and anger, retorted, "I clearly remember it was about this number... Ah, this is so annoying, let’s get to work, to work! Head to Room 206!"

Finding the correct position and preparing to ascend to the next layer of the dream, there was no need to take anything else.

But adhering to a principle of not wasting, Husky still wolfed down the meat in two bites and guzzled the juice till it was all gone. Only after belching satisfyingly did he follow Thirteen to Room 206.

The expression on Thirteen’s face was quite complicated.

He and Husky, since before they even graduated from college, would often sleep together in internet cafes or esports hotels. During work, they’d even shared a sofa...

But previously outside, when sleeping with that white-haired beauty, he had been somewhat restrained and a bit nervous. Even knowing that inside the shell was still his dear husky brother, after all, people are creatures that judge by appearances.

—So facing "Justus," whom Husky was playing, who seemed to have walked right out of a Baki set with a completely different art style, the slender-armed and legged Thirteen felt profoundly intimidated.

He worried about what would happen if he didn’t fall asleep and Husky, while sleeping soundly, turned over and crushed him to death.

Shit, other people worry about whether they’ll crush their dogs if they fall asleep. He worried that Husky would crush him to death while Husky was asleep.

"Justus" had arms that were several sizes thicker than his thighs. Thirteen even suspected that if he threw a punch and Husky blocked it with his neck, he might break his hand; if Husky reached out in his sleep, he might send Thirteen’s head flying.

And then, when Thirteen walked out, he saw six doors lying quietly on the floor.

Only the neighboring room’s door was intact.

But the wall next to that door had a two-meter-high hole in it.

Thirteen drew in a cool breath. He felt like he had made an exceptional contribution to global warming.

"—Great job, incomparable work!"

"—Thirteen: I’m sorry to have disturbed you, it’s my fault (pupils shaking)."

"—This human-shaped hole is just freaking outrageous."

"—Very frightening."

Other players, who loved watching the excitement and were not averse to exacerbating things, burst into a frenzy of revelry upon seeing Thirteen get startled.

Swallowing hard, Thirteen turned to Husky and spoke gravely, "... Seeing these doors reminded me.

"Aren’t you and Lord Newton born on the same day?"

"Lord Newton? Newton?"

Upon hearing this, Husky pondered for a moment, "Seems like it? I remember you mentioning it before."

As he spoke, he turned back and chuckled, "What, you want to praise me for... the methodical way I took down these doors, how it’s so refined and in line with physics? My grades in physics were indeed pretty high."

"No, I mean your physical attack power is pretty high,"

Thirteen commented dryly.

Husky’s smile froze for a moment.

"So annoying! Stop talking, to the next layer, to the next layer!"

He grabbed Thirteen’s right arm and, like a jailer, immediately dragged him stumbling all the way to Room 206.

Fortunately, the "nightmare murder incident" that Thirteen worried about didn’t occur.

Because the moment they sat on the bed in Room 206, he felt a wave of dizziness.

When he opened his eyes again, Thirteen realized the bed beneath him had turned into a chair, and he was sitting next to a table.

... Is this the second layer of the dream world?

He glanced at his task list.

[Main Mission: Return to the True History]

[Escape from the Third Layer of Dream (Completed)]

[Escape from the Second Layer of Dream]

[Escape from the First Layer of Dream]

One-third done, just like that?

Is that it? Is that all?

It seems this nightmare isn’t so frightening after all.

Suddenly, Thirteen felt more confident.