Super Righteous Player
Chapter 591 - 132 "Where’s My Dog?" Rebroadcast _1

Chapter 591: Chapter 132 "Where’s My Dog?" Rebroadcast _1

Annan realized that "Frederick" had just fallen asleep with his head on the desk.

His neck was a bit sore, and his forehead wasn’t feeling great. His arms were both sore and numb, and he could feel the heat of his blood just reaching his fingertips.

...But it was also quite nostalgic. This posture.

During Annan’s college days, sometimes he would stay up late playing games or working on drafts the night before, and if he happened to pull an all-nighter, he would doze off like this in the classroom for a couple of periods the next day.

But once he started working, he rarely slept at his desk like this—staying late at work until maybe ten or eleven at night, sometimes a bit later if there was a game. After work, the supervisor would often take them out for something tasty to eat.

Although Husky was ostracized by the other people at the TV station, they always treated Annan quite well. Even after he resigned, he was able to start his own business relying on the connections he had made before.

After that, Annan seldom stayed up late into the next day feeling sleepy.

And their station had a dedicated staff rest area that was soundproof, very quiet, and even stocked with blankets.

There was no need to sleep at the workstation if you were tired.

One reason was that it wasn’t very good for your health, another was that you couldn’t sleep soundly... and it also prevented anyone from snoring and disturbing others.

Daydreaming about his student days brought some nostalgia for Annan.

Annan lifted his head and rubbed his eyes, the first thing he did was to look around slowly. Through the live broadcast window, he recorded everything he saw.

This seemed to be some kind of library.

— And quite a spacious one at that.

It was at least larger than a college library, about the size of a municipal library.

Within his field of vision, he could see seventeen people, including four girls. They were all young people in their teens to twenties, the youngest around the age of eleven or twelve, just out of primary school, and the oldest appeared to be just out of college.

Was this some sort of school for the Transcendents?

"Freyr? You’re awake!"

A crisp female voice rang out beside Annan.

It was a girl with dark blue long hair. She hardly wore any makeup, her face was pretty, and she was beaming with joy.

What surprised Annan somewhat was...

...that this girl’s voice and appearance were very similar to A’dian.

The astonished Husky also turned to look at A’dian.

When she saw the girl, A’dian herself was stunned for a moment.

Her appearance was modeled after her own real-life look, with virtually no significant changes.

It could only be called a coincidence.

Embarrassed by Husky’s strange gaze, A’dian stomped her feet uneasily and protested, "It’s a coincidence, just a coincidence!"

"That’s an awful lot of coincidences."

Annan sighed.

Having only had limited interaction with A’dian, he didn’t realize it in the nightmare at first. It was only when he saw Husky suddenly turn to look at A’dian that he became aware of how similar A’dian’s voice was to Ingrid’s.

That being said.

It seemed that the three of them, along with the three people in the nightmare, had formed a subtle "similarity" and symmetry.

It was the story of three people.

Yet only two possessed names.

Both "Ingrid" and "A’dian" could only watch from the sidelines.

With this thought, Annan’s expression suddenly turned serious.

...Though fate may be the Wheel of the Celestial Chariot, players, as a by-product of the Book of the Celestial Chariot, should not be targeted by the forces of destiny.

However, these similarities inevitably brought to mind the word "fate."

After all, what were the odds of this?

It so happened that the three of them entered the Foggy Continent at the same time, and it so happened that Husky and Annan entered this nightmare... taking the place of two old friends. And both "Ingrid" and "A’dian" could only observe from the outside.

— Could it be the tragic writer himself pulling the strings?

Just to create this sort of similarity... But that shouldn’t be the case.

It would undoubtedly consume his power.

Even using other Books of Truth to counteract Annan’s Book of Truth, the Book of the Celestial Chariot inherently possessed a restraining power over "fate." To negate or dilute this restraint would require a significant cost.

And besides, there was nothing for him to gain from it.

Not just because the players possessed immortality.

——Even the nightmare itself won’t kill anyone.

Dying in this nightmare won’t even increase the erosion degree, plus its high difficulty, which is why no one has ever come to purify it.

Through prophecy and divine arts, it can be ascertained that the threat posed by this nightmare is almost non-existent, the key is very hard to come by, and the level of difficulty is extremely high. Everything seems to be designed to prevent others from purifying this nightmare too early.

But according to Annan’s analysis,

this nightmare is a ritual used by the "Dream Eater" Tricino to steal the power of the reflection. He would only attempt to steal this power if he planned to betray the Tragic Playwright and conduct the sublimation ritual.

The Tragic Playwright would never assist in preparing for an uprising against himself.

...unless He especially wanted to enjoy the show.

After all, He is a being of pure enjoyment.

He is not the kind to refrain from doing such things.

While Annan pondered on the outside of the instance, the plot within the nightmare continued to unfold synchronously.

For some reason, Husky’s screen had been black the whole time.

Until just now, Husky’s screen suddenly lit up.

At the same time, Thirteen Fragrances also heard a lively and sunny voice:

"——Freyr!"

He looked in the direction of the voice,

and saw the one who called out to him was a perky-haired teenager around sixteen or seventeen years old, with a somewhat rebellious hairstyle.

He walked up with high spirits and patted Thirteen Fragrances on the shoulder, "I knew you’d be alright, you bastard!"

"...Ah, yeah."

Thirteen Fragrances nodded with a somewhat forced smile.

But he felt a chill up his spine.

Sweat had soaked through his clothes without his notice.

——The situation is serious, panicking won’t help.

This time it’s worse than the situation on the previous level—at least then, Husky just couldn’t find anyone.

But here, someone has been directly replaced.

Obviously,

this cheerful, smiling teenager... couldn’t possibly be Husky.

He knew Husky too well. He probably knew Husky better than Husky’s own parents did.

There’s no way Husky would greet him with such a cheerful tone and a sunny smile.

He would certainly have a goofy, simple smile, scampering over to say weird things like "Yo, still studying hard?" or "You’re doing well, young man, Freyr bro."

Damn it.

Where’s my dog?

How come Husky is gone again?

Thirteen Fragrances’ heart was filled with the tension of plans being disrupted and the worry that Husky had vanished once again.

——His side seemed to have no issues.

But there wouldn’t be any problems on Husky’s side, would there?

On another front, the split-screen live broadcast on Annan’s side finally revealed another person’s view.

It was the scene through Husky’s eyes.

After waking up, he realized he was in the library and looked around—upon seeing a young "Frederick" rubbing his eyes as he just woke up, he immediately smirked, but before he could approach, new lead-in scenarios and main quests emerged in Husky’s vision.

[——Justus successfully arrived in the past]

[It was the autumn of his seventeenth year, the point where his destiny was altered]

[The power from the reflection gave him the chance to return to that day]

[This is the only and last chance to save his close friend Frederick Melvin]

[Main Quest: Destiny]

[Lure Ingrid to the Spotted Bone Forest]

[Ensure Frederick is always within Justus’s field of vision]

[Confirm Ingrid’s death]