Super Righteous Player
Chapter 593 - 134 Husky: OvO?_1

Chapter 593: Chapter 134 Husky: OvO?_1

Under the subtle gazes of Annan and the players,

Husky and Thirteen Fragrances strangely reached the same point in different worlds—

Although they were in distinct worlds, with different companions and varying dialogues, and even different main quests... they both ended up at the barbecue restaurant destined for them.

Unlike Husky, who had three clear subplot tasks,

Thirteen Fragrances’ quest was the same as the one Annan faced when he first entered this nightmare.

Only the main quest called "Change Destiny," with the objective "Prevent Ingrid from acting alone."

This "destiny" referred to the intentional act by Professor Grey to send Ingrid into the alley, where she was to be crushed to death by a collapsing building during the brief earthquake that followed.

Because on Thirteen Fragrances’ part, he already knew through Annan what was about to happen.

Consequently, this initial assassination attempt became utterly meaningless to him.

When Ingrid wanted to go out to "answer a call" after receiving a message from Professor Grey,

Thirteen Fragrances sternly denied Ingrid’s request to leave.

He didn’t bother to conceal anything, instead using the persuasiveness of the identity of Frederick and directly told her, "I feel like something bad will happen if we go out now," and Ingrid believed him.

Afterwards, Thirteen Fragrances sat beside Ingrid and covered her ears with his hands. His right hand firmly cupped Ingrid’s right ear, while his left hand wore Ingrid’s ring, turned it inward towards his palm, shaped like an eggshell, and pressed it to Ingrid’s ear.

This intimate gesture made Ingrid’s cheeks flush with color.

However, Ingrid did not reject Thirteen Fragrances.

She merely lowered her head, her breath quickened slightly and her gaze wandered.

Even at the beginning, she was somewhat distracted. Although it was quiet enough, she still failed to comprehend the "voice message" sent by Professor Grey.

Thirteen Fragrances realized something.

... This couldn’t possibly be Ingrid chasing after Frederick, could it?

He looked up with a touch of sympathy at Justus sitting opposite him.

It felt as though something had been added above the other’s head.

... No, not necessarily so.

After all, a crush couldn’t be considered cuckoldry.

It seemed that Ingrid had no interest in Justus whatsoever.

But what was odd was that Justus seemed to have little reaction to this scene...

The three of them were still sitting in the barbecue restaurant.

The barbecue hadn’t even been served when Thirteen Fragrances suddenly felt the chair beneath him start to shake.

It was like sitting on a trampoline...the ground turned soft in an instant, undulating like waves.

And under their watch, the entire city rose and fell— outside, the speckled bone forest collapsed with a rustling noise.

[Main quest "Change Destiny" completed.]

The next moment, a new prompt appeared before Thirteen Fragrances’ eyes.

... That’s it? That’s it?

Thirteen Fragrances questioned inwardly.

Meanwhile, Husky also arrived at the speckled bone forest and almost simultaneously stepped into the barbecue restaurant.

Different from Thirteen Fragrances’ situation,

— Husky, following his nature, unreservedly ordered a lot of dishes.

"That’s way too much!"

Ingrid complained, "We can’t possibly eat all that."

"If we can’t finish, we’ll take it to go,"

Fredrick said in a soothing tone, "as long as we don’t waste it."

"I’ll make sure to pack it up, don’t worry!"

Husky declared confidently.

Although he felt they probably wouldn’t have any leftovers.

—After all, it wasn’t his stomach or reputation at stake. What’s there to fear about overeating in a dream... even throwing up didn’t matter.

How great was it to eat meat heartily without worrying about getting fat, or concerns about calories, blood pressure, blood lipids, and uric acid levels?

Wasn’t that just delightful?

Thinking this, Husky revealed an innocently joyful smile, "Freyr—"

"What’s the matter?"

"Got any beer? I’d like a bit more to drink."

Husky said with a silly smile.

"No problem."

Frederick replied in a soft voice.

So he added two more barrels of apple beer and turned with a smile, "If you want to drink, I’ll join you."

"Do you still drink, Freyr?"

Ingrid let out a light gasp, suddenly mustering courage, "Then get me a barrel too!"

"Girls shouldn’t drink too much. If you just want to taste it, sharing a barrel with me will do."

Frederick turned down Ingrid’s request.

He spoke nostalgically, "Of course, I do drink.

"Rather, I seldom drank water as a child."

"Why was that?"

"To cultivate divine status."

Frederick answered.

He gave an example, "Look at the professor, why is he always smelling of liquor? His purpose is actually the same.

"In the United Kingdom, there are some islands that hold the God of Wine Festival every March. This festival, once spread from The Holy Nation, was uniformly cancelled after the establishment of the Hall of Purity. But the United Kingdom retained this tradition."

"God of Wine?"

Ingrid asked in confusion, "But I remember... there are no deities whose clergy are directly related to alcohol, right? Is it a festival for the ’Harvest and Brewing God’, the Wolf in the Grain? Or the ’Drunken Madman’, the tragedy writer?"

"It is indeed related, and some folks from the United Kingdom think they are worshiping the Wolf in the Grain. But strictly speaking, that’s not actually the case."

Frederick shook his head slowly, explaining softly, "The God of Wine is, in fact, a nonexistent deity. The ’wine’ here doesn’t refer to the drink we consume, but the chaotic state after drinking.

"Before Auster people set foot on this continent, Aesirland people had already invented alcohol. It was only after getting drunk that they named the accidentally discovered drink ’wine.’

"At that time, Aesirland people had not seen true gods or understood Divine Arts; they were still in an uncivilized, murky period. They worshiped this drunken chaos, believing it had some divine quality.

"Therefore, they held the God of Wine Festival. On the third of March each year, after the beer was matured, people would drink barley beer in large quantities. The God of Wine Festival usually lasted three days—in passing, that’s also why the concept of the ’God of Wine’ was considered to have mystical power—and during those three days, no one was allowed to drink water, only alcohol.

"After drinking, they would feel a hot flush. They believed this was ’the life force bursting forth from within.’ Thus, the Aesir people of that time would strip off all their clothes and go singing, dancing wildly, playing music in the forests, and circumambulating the mountains until sunset. Every animal they met during this, regardless of age or species, would be hunted by the crowd and eaten raw on the spot.

"And after sunset, people would return to the city to perform comedies and tragedies collectively. This is also why tragedy writers were called ’Drunken Madmen.’ Since then, it was believed that actors and writers of tragedies and comedies needed to drink to receive the ’Wildness of the God of Wine’ and gain ’Inspiration and Spirituality.’

"... Of course, the God of Wine is not a True God. It is merely the primitive belief of Aesirland. However, worshiping the God of Wine could still grant some Transcendent power—that was one of the original forms of Idol School of Magic.

"The God of Wine is a classic case of a man-made god. Nonexistent, but believed in by people. Hence, the mainstream tradition of the Idol School is the ’Wine God Faction.’ My family is the same, the professor is too, and even the tragedy writers hail from the Wine God Faction."

Holding the handle of his beer mug, Frederick offered a smile so gentle, almost vacant, filled with divinity: "To cultivate divinity, from the time I could speak, the water I drank always had alcohol mixed in. This was to keep the divine child perpetually in a state of chaos, away from the murky mortal world... Of course, it was not a comfortable experience."

Even with elders using Idol Spells for healing, there were still children who would collapse and die before they could meet people.

Frederick was just lucky enough.

Frederick, whose biological parents died when he was two, had been fed strong liquor by his clan’s elders since he was a child, even cursed magical wine, for comparison experiments with children of his age.

Before becoming a Transcendent, the cursed nature in Frederick was so potent that when speaking closely with others, his breath could intoxicate mortals.

And he was fortunate in that before various magical wines completely destroyed his body, he was able to open his "Eyes of God" and see his own thread of destiny.

Frederick looked quietly at Justus, silent.

His pupils were as deep and dark as the abyss, devoid of any human emotion.

—Similarly, Frederick could see other people’s threads of destiny as well.

For instance, Justus, whose thread of destiny had suddenly changed.

Did this have anything to do with the premonitions he saw...?

What is Professor Grey plotting?

Justus wants to save me.

Might I encounter some danger?

Frederick was lost in deep thought.

"OvO?"

Husky, who had been engrossed in studying the menu, looked up and cast him a puzzled yet wise glance.

Clearly, he hadn’t understood a word Frederick had said.

... Or perhaps, he hadn’t been listening from the start.

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