The central stone hall turned quiet.
Becoming a god.
This topic was so distant to them.
It was so remote that it appeared surreal.
However, Annan was keenly aware of this somewhat familiar term.
“Truth Fragment. What is it?” He asked Michelangelo.
Annan held two Truth Fragments in his hand. It was the cornerstone he used to summon players.
“Truth Fragment is a manifestation of order. Unfortunately, it’s knowledge too advanced for you.”
Michelangelo looked at Annan and replied mildly, “You can take the Truth Fragment as a more high-end ‘bearing item’ than gold.
“All the extraordinary power in this world comes from curses. What about the gods?
“Yes, the gods are in a similar situation. It’s just that the divine vessel is no longer a materialized metal but the world’s order. The world’s order is like the tradition of ‘respect for seniors,’ like ‘everything comes to an end.’ Upright deities are like this, so are false deities.
“Becoming a god means abandoning all the previous curse and getting an unprecedented immense curse—clergy. As long as the world’s rules remain unchanged, this vessel will never be broken.
“The name of this vessel is called the ‘Book of Truth.’ Whenever a new thing or new rule is born in the world, the accompanying book of truth will gradually appear in the world.
“For example, when human society developed the rules of currency and commerce, the book of truth belonging to Silver Sire has just appeared. After the war begins, the book of truth belonging to the Red Knight will be born. Most importantly, the first Book of Truth born is incomplete. That is what we call ‘Truth Fragment.'”
Michelangelo sighed, “But it has been more than a hundred years, and no new Truth Fragment has been born. Like me, there are many old beings stuck in the Gold Rank waiting for new things to appear in the world.
“But I can’t wait any longer.
“My death prediction is actually correct. Yes, I have foreseen it.”
As Michelangelo spoke, he cast an expectant look at Annan, “What about you, David Gerald? Is there any wonderful reasoning you’re having? I keep feeling that you still have something to say.”
Of course. Annan sighed because he cheated.
Apart from the middle-aged man, the most suspicious one was Benjamin. As for ‘Ghirlandaio’ played by Michelangelo, he kept implying to Annan that Benjamin was Michelangelo.
But Annan knew from the beginning—Benjamin must be innocent.
Benjamin didn’t die here but died in the future.
But Annan had something else to say.
He thought a little and sighed, “It’s also quite simple, right?
“You are the great wizard of Gold Rank, and you have been famous for a long time. Our curse resistance can’t resist your power at all—just like Melvin, who you have killed.
“There’s no one capable of killing an ‘idol wizard’ known for the ability to protect their life without contact, curse, or chanting. After all, all the candidates are in the same rank at Silver Rank. Moreover, he died so swiftly to the point of being unable to say any last word.
“Hence, the answer was already pointed out at the very beginning. Only the Gold Rank wizard, Master Michelangelo, can do it.
“Only he can kill the Silver Rank wizard so easily.”
It was just like the repressive power of Gerald at Silver Rank over my men at Bronze Rank back then. Annan muttered.
Upon hearing this, Michelangelo sighed, “You are a genius.”
He murmured, “It would be great if there are talents like you among my students.”
With that said, he asked Annan again, “My level of prediction has already reached the limit of human beings. But your behavior trajectory is not in my prediction. You should be like a statue of ‘fairy,’ but you did not follow my script.
“How should I call you?”
Hearing this, Annan was silent for a while.
He blinked and suddenly realized something.
The pleasure that had just disappeared rose again.
Obviously, Benjamin guessed it.
He might even be the first one to figure it out. At the beginning of the tea room, Benjamin looked at Annan with a complicated expression. He probably realized that this was not the Gerald he was familiar with, but he was just not sure.
But after seeing Annan’s clear reasoning, the confidence that was so strong that it seemed to be shining, and that grace and calmness, Benjamin grew certain of it.
It was not Gerald.
It was a stranger playing him.
Annan forcibly suppressed the happy smile at the corner of his mouth and asked seriously, “I don’t understand what you mean.”
“The master means…” Benjamin looked at Annan with a complicated expression and said, “What is your name outside of the nightmare?
“Also, how did Gerald die? Can you tell me?”
After Benjamin and Michelangelo had spoken, the nightmare began to tremble, but the amplitude was not large. It was like a minor earthquake. From time to time, teacups, seats, and statues cracked.
-So, it is the case.
It takes more than the nightmare elements realizing it. It needs me to confirm it.
But the nightmare will not collapse, but weird disintegration will happen.
Annan confirmed the situation “where the NPC knew that he was in a nightmare” and shook his head slightly.
“I have killed Gerald.”
Annan answered frankly, “It’s because he used ‘the Venerated Skeleton’s Bone Blood Trigger’ to kill the innocent indiscriminately. I have worked with another disciple of Master Benjamin to defeat him.”
“Same as I guessed,” Benjamin murmured.
Annan asked, “What?”
“No, nothing.”
Having said that, Benjamin took a sudden pause. He seemed to understand something and looked at Annan again.
He asked word by word, “So…what about me?
“I… Benjamin Foster. When did I die?”
Wow, as expected. Annan smiled and replied calmly, “The Gerant family’s guard captain named Klaus killed you through a curse.”
“The Third Prince… I think he shouldn’t be able to offer a price for it.” Benjamin snorted.
“If you would do me a favor…”
Benjamin replied without hesitation, “If Don Juan is still alive, help me tell him – his eldest brother believes in Rotten Man in secret. If he is dead, tell the Gerant family’s first heir. As compensation, I will tell you a password that you can use to win the trust of the ‘me’ in ‘My Nightmare.’”
When Benjamin said this, Annan suddenly paused. He suddenly remembered something…
Speaking of which, where did Benjamin’s nightmare go?
Did Klaus absorb it?
Does he have such talent?
But Annan didn’t say anything. He just asked without revealing any flaws, “What’s the password?”
“Evelyn Miller. The fox under the table. 15. The eighth soldier.”
Benjamin uttered a string of meaningless words.
Then, he reminded Annan, “You can also set a password – a password that only you know. You can use it to send messages to the dedicated person after death. That is, to confirm that you are in a nightmare. At the same time, every time your memory is checked, remember to add another keyword.”
“I got it.” Annan nodded.
“It’s a pity that I can’t accept a genius like you as a disciple.”
Michelangelo sighed and smiled, “However, I can at least give you another gift.”
He said, patting the statue of “Ghirlandaio” behind him.
He said in a daze, “This is my last sculpture. I will give you the right to name it.
“What kind of name do you want to give him?”
Annan watched the statue’s posture.
In his mind, the work of “Michelangelo” from another world suddenly appeared.
He glanced at Michelangelo floating in the air in the form of a soul.
He said slowly, “Just call it [David].”
“Is it named after Mr. Gerald as a memorial? That’s fine.”
Michelangelo smiled and patted the statue.
At the next moment, except for him and Annan, the rest of the people’s heads all exploded at the same moment.
Annan suddenly felt a strong suction strike him from behind.
He spoke the last sentence.
“My name is Annan.
“Annan Austere-Winter—”
At the next moment, Annan’s body suddenly turned into a light, circled the statue, and disappeared.
In the nightmare world that began to collapse, Michelangelo frowned slightly, thinking silently, “Annan Austere-Winter? Ivan’s child?
“But, shouldn’t Annan die after five years?”