Chapter 605: Manipulator Of Fame And Fate
“How many holy light engravings will it take to reveal and decipher the conspiracy surrounding me?”
Annan asked.
Faced with the offensive question, Tragedy Writer did not get mad.
He was calm, and he looked at Annan through the mirror with a smile, “Then, it depends on the conspiracy.”
“The word [conspiracy] has a broad meaning. No fewer than ten people are committing a ‘conspiracy’ against you for ‘love’. Some still don’t know your existence, and their conspiracies are related to you. Would their conspiracies count?”
“If I were to tell you everything, then this is not a matter that can be resolved by more than a hundred holy light engravings. On the contrary, that is already closely related to the truth of [conspiracy].”
“Then, tell me one by one.” Annan replied without hesitation, “What’s the deal with Professor Wolf?”
“What did he want to do by sending Doreen to me? What did he want to do by becoming Professor Wolf?”
“Do you still need to ask?” Tragedy Writer replied leisurely, “Don’t you have the answer in your heart?”
“I thought you were only looking for fun, but I didn’t know you were a riddler too.”
Annan said coldly, “I’m using holy light engraving to buy the answer, Your Excellency.”
Besides, I have multiple answers in my mind.
There are even contradictory ones.
I’m here to get the direct answer instead of asking for hints.
“This question is worth 40 engravings.”
Tragedy Writer shook his fingers as he chuckled, “[Frederick]… Do you know why his surname is Wolfheart?”
“That’s because he has exchanged his heart for a werewolf’s heart.”
“As you can see, he made some interesting arrangements. He divided himself into two halves, split his memory, and changed his name. He thought that he could escape from me by doing so.”
Keep dreaming.
Tragedy Writer didn’t say anything, but his mocking and joyful demeanor was already conveyed to Annan through the mirror.
His reserve made his expression never so straightforward.
“I am the first deity who has achieved splitting personality. I am also the deity who has studied the ‘name’ the most.”
Tragedy Writer had just finished speaking.
A prompt finally appeared before Annan’s eyes.
[Acquired occult knowledge: The second real name of the Deity of Conspiracy and Murder “Tragedy Writer”.]
[This occult knowledge can be used as “Golden Spell (Idol): True Name Looting”.]
It could not be used as an influence to cast rituals, nor could it be used to summon deities.
“Tragedy Writer” purified the occult knowledge of his real name to such purity.
“Remember. This is [Melampus], not [Sophocles].”
Tragedy Writer raised a finger and made a silent gesture, “Of course, you can perform a ritual using ‘Sophocles’, but I no longer consider it occult knowledge. Only when the name ‘Sophocles’ is spoken during the ritual does it correspond to me as occult knowledge and get consumed.”
“After all, it’s just a pseudonym. Although it’s a well-known pseudonym to everyone, it can also be regarded as a real name since there is no meaning in making people forget the pseudonym.”
“If you need anything, call me by my real name. I took back the other power gathered around this name to prevent you from misusing and forgetting it. After all, this is something that no one knows except you. Mr. Ray also told you about it because you are the one who asked this question.”
Tragedy Writer said leisurely.
Simply put, “Sophocles” was a business number, and “Melampus” was a personal number…
Annan instantly understood what Tragedy Writer meant.
As Annan conversed with Tragedy Writer, he grew more accustomed to His indirect way of speaking.
Annan was in awe of the Tragedy Writer’s control over power in the occult knowledge of his real name.
Annan dared not say that other upright deities lack this ability. After all, it didn’t seem to have much practical use, and perhaps They simply didn’t need to do so. However, Annan could also tell it was a very intricate and meticulous technique.
“So, you should also realize how stupid it is for him to try to escape from me by manipulating his name?”
The elegant middle-aged man with black hair, black eyes, and well-defined features showed a sarcastic smile, “In the words of your world, isn’t it teaching the fish how to swim [1]?”
“Don’t drag me into it,” Annan interjected calmly.
“After he found out that it was impossible to escape from me no matter what, I think he might have gone mad.”
The smile on Tragedy Writer’s face was always elegant and gentle, “He gives himself the heart of a wolf. Then, he carefully manipulated the werewolves to make them seize power in Austere-Winter Dukedom. It was all because he was afraid of me.
“In the end, he finally realized that no matter how much he flattered me, my attitude toward him would not change, and I would not take his life. Thus, he decisively abandoned his previous conspiracy, all for the sake of self-preservation. A half-hearted scheme… ironic, isn’t it?”
Speaking of this, Tragedy Writer shook his head slightly and said hintingly, “When a drunk man can break free from drunkenness at any time, it means that he is not drunk at all but just pretending to be drunk.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“Naturally, I wanted to test whether you were truly Annan·Austere-Winter. It’s a probe — you know what that means, right? That little girl was nothing more than a fate probe.”
Upon hearing that, Anna quickly understood the situation.
“The goal was to intertwine her fate with [Annan].”
“That’s right. The avatar you currently use is Michelangelo’s last masterpiece before his ascension. This marble golem has self-awareness and the ability to self-propel, making it immune to most spells from the Prophet and Idol schools of magic.”
“While the golem can’t deflect Gold Rank’s Idol Spell, it’s also a pity that the highest level of the spell to view the thread of fate will not exceed Silver Rank. That is to say, Frederick cannot view the fate of [Ghirlandaio].”
“The thread of fate cannot be attached to the golem. Then, there is no way to manipulate, vibrate, perceive, or affect your fate remotely… It is also impossible for him to decipher the thread of fate and infer your real name by looking at the past.”
Since “Ghirlandaio” did not have a thread of fate, even the higher-level Idol Wizard couldn’t check what happened in the past.
Annan quickly understood the problem.
Wait…
That being the case—
“That’s right.”
The Tragedy Writer interjected, “Because you took her in, ‘Annan’ had an indirect connection with her.”
“If [Ghirlandaio] is not Annan, then why does Doreen, who has a clean background and doesn’t wander off, have a fate thread connected to [Annan Winter]?”
She shouldn’t have met Annan·Austere-Winter.
…Wrong.
If it was at that time that Professor Wolf was finally able to affect Annan, he should have been too late!
Because at that time, the player had already arrived at Sporeggar Mill!
Annan finally reacted.
Why was he drawn to Sporeggar Mill? Why he met Nefertari through the dream of Sporeggar Mill and was further drawn into “Nightmare: Gemini”?
“Husky and Thirteenth Fragrance”, who were similar to the two characters involved in the past, were sent to crack this nightmare and expose the true identity of “Professor Wolf”.
Professor Wolf couldn’t do such a thing.
It did him no good at all. On the contrary, it made his already calm life turbulent again.
However, for the Tragedy Writer, this was undoubtedly a rare delight.
“So, it was you from the very beginning?”
“It’s me.”
Tragedy Writer replied frankly, “Before you left Noah, I have been watching you since you left the Paper Princess and Faceless Poet. Specifically, it was when you wanted to go to the Razor Territory in Bloomfield Province and the Sporeggar Mill below it. I have influenced your fate since then.”
“Under the protection of the Book of Divine Transporter, I could only do one thing. That is to let you choose [Sporeggar Mill] from the many cities in the underground kingdom. That was the result when I gave everything I had to extend the story that unfolded afterward. However, it has nothing to do with me in the end, but the real ‘fate’.”
Destiny was the wheel of the Divine Transporter.
The Tragedy Writer sighed a second time.
“Doreen failed to assassinate you, couldn’t transmit more information under manipulation, and wasn’t personally retrieved by Professor Wolf himself… because Professor Wolf vaguely sensed that you were following the ‘plot I set up’ and moving forward accordingly.”
“Of course, he doesn’t dare to clash with you again. He doesn’t dare to trap you on the ground anymore and waste your time.”