In the middle of the stone hall, it was extremely quiet.
become a god.
This topic is so far away for the few of them...
It's so far away that it's not even real.
It was Annan.
He was keenly aware of a somewhat familiar term.
"Fragments of truth... what is it?"
He asked Michelangelo.
Because Annan held two fragments of truth in his hands.
It was the cornerstone he used to summon players.
"The Fragment of Truth is the manifestation of order. That is too far for you."
Michelangelo looked at Annan, and replied in a gentle tone: "You can understand that the fragments of truth are more high-end 'carriers' than gold.
"All supernatural power in this world comes from curses. What about the gods
"—Yes, the gods are still like this. It's just that the gods' bearers are no longer materialized metals, but the order of the world... just like the tradition of 'old and young, king and subject, father and son', like 'everything is dead, everything is dead. The end of the end'. The true gods are like this, and the same is true for the false gods.
"Becoming a god... means abandoning all the old curses recorded in the carrier, and obtaining an unprecedented great curse-the priesthood. As long as the rules of the world do not change, this carrier will never be broken.
"And the name of this carrying object... is the 'Book of Truth'. Whenever a new thing or new rule is born in the world, the accompanying book of truth will gradually manifest in the world.
"For example, when human society developed the rules of currency and commerce, the Book of Truth belonging to the Silver Lord just appeared; after humans started to start wars, the Book of Truth belonging to the Red Knight was born. And at the beginning of its birth The Book of Truth is incomplete...what I call 'The Fragments of Truth'."
Michelangelo sighed: "But it has been more than a hundred years, and no new fragments of truth have been born. Like me, there are quite a few old things stuck in the golden stage waiting for new things to appear in the world.
“…but I couldn’t wait any longer.
"My death prophecy was actually correct... yes, I had foreseen it."
As he spoke, Michelangelo looked expectantly at Annan: "What about you, David Gerald? Do you have any brilliant reasoning? I always feel that you still have something to say."
nature.
Annan sighed.
Because he cheated.
Besides that uncle, the most suspicious one was Benjamin. As for the role of 'Ghirlandaio' played by Michelangelo, he has been trying to imply that Annan thought Benjamin was Michelangelo.
But Annan knew from the very beginning—Benjamin must be innocent.
He didn't die here... he died in the future.
But Annan had other things to say.
He thought for a while, then sighed: "It's also very simple, right
"... You are a great wizard of the golden rank, and you have been famous for a long time. Our curse resistance can't resist your strength at all—just like Melvin who was killed by you.
"At the same silver level, who can easily kill an 'idol wizard' of the same level who is famous for his life-saving ability without touching, breaking the seal of the curse, or singing? It can even make him Can't even say a last word
"Actually, the answer has already been clarified from the very beginning—only the golden-rank wizard Michelangelo himself can do it.
"Only him, who killed a silver-rank wizard so easily."
It was just like the suppression of Silver-ranked Gerald over Bronze-ranked us brothers at that time.
Annan cursed.
Hearing this, Michelangelo sighed.
"You are a genius."
He murmured: "It would be great if there were people like you among my students..."
Then, he asked Annan again:
"My prediction level has already reached the limit of human beings. But your behavior trajectory is not in my prediction. You should be like a 'fairy' statue, but you did not follow my script...
"Should I...how should I call you?"
Hearing this, Annan was silent for a while.
He blinked, suddenly realizing something.
The joy that had just disappeared surged up again.
—Obviously, Benjamin guessed it.
He might even be the first to guess... At the beginning of the tea room, Benjamin looked at Annan with a complicated expression, and probably realized that this was not the Gerald he was familiar with. Just not sure yet.
But after seeing Annan's clear reasoning, his self-confidence so strong that it seemed to be shining, and his elegance and calmness.
He can be sure.
This is not Gerald.
Instead, a stranger was playing him.
Annan forcibly suppressed the joyful smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked solemnly, "I don't quite understand what you mean."
"The master means."
Benjamin looked at Annan and said with a complicated expression, "What's your name outside of the nightmare
"Also, how did Gerald die... can you tell me?"
After the words of Benjamin and Michelangelo came out.
The whole nightmare began to shake, but not so much, like a very mild earthquake... From time to time, teacups, seats, and statues suddenly cracked.
-I see.
Can't it just be realized? Have to say it to confirm...
But the nightmare will not collapse, but a strange collapse occurred...
After Annan confirmed the situation "when the npc knew he was in a nightmare", he shook his head slightly.
"Gerald was killed by me."
He replied frankly: "Because he used the 'Bone Lord's Blood Trigger' to kill innocent people indiscriminately. I will work with you, another disciple of Master Benjamin, to defeat him."
"...about as I guessed."
Benjamin murmured.
Annan asked, "What?"
"No, nothing..."
Having said that, Benjamin suddenly paused.
He seemed to understand something.
Looking at Annan again.
He asked word by word: "So... what about me
"I... Benjamin Foster, when did I die?"
really.
Annan smiled and replied calmly, "You were killed by a guard named Klaus from the Geraint family with a counter-curse."
"The third prince... I don't think he can afford such a price."
Benjamin sneered.
"If you'd do me a favor..."
He replied without hesitation: "If Don Juan is still alive, tell him for me—his eldest brother secretly believes in rotten husbands. If he is dead...tell the number one in the Geraint family Heir. As compensation, I will tell you a code 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
Was it absorbed by Klaus
Does he have such talent
But Annan didn't say anything, he just asked without a trace: "What password?"
"Evelyn Miller. Under the Table Fox. 15. Eighth Soldier."
Benjamin uttered a string of meaningless words.
Later, he reminded Annan: "You can also set a password, a password that only you know. It is used to send messages to future generations after death... In other words, it is used to confirm that you are in a nightmare. At the same time you Every time your memory is viewed, you must remember to add another keyword."
"I see."
Annan nodded knowingly.
"It's a pity, I can't accept a genius like you as an apprentice."
Michelangelo sighed and smiled: "However, I can at least give you one more gift."
As he spoke, he patted the statue of "Ghirlandaio" behind him.
He said with some regret: "This is my last sculpture... the right to name it is given to you.
"What would you like to name him?"
Annan watched the movement of the statue.
In his mind, the works of "Michelangelo" from another world suddenly appeared.
He glanced at Michelangelo floating in the air in the form of a soul.
Slowly said: "Just call... [David]."
"Is it named after Mr. Gerald as a commemoration... that's fine."
Michelangelo smiled and patted the statue.
The next moment, except for him and Annan.
All of them—their heads all exploded at the same moment.
Annan suddenly felt a strong suction coming towards him from behind.
He opened his mouth and said the last sentence.
"My name is Annan.
"Annan Winter—"
The next moment, Annan's body suddenly turned into a sheet of light, circled the statue, and disappeared.
In the nightmare world that began to collapse, Michelangelo frowned slightly, thinking silently:
"Annan Coldwinter? Ivan's child
"But Annan... shouldn't he die in five years?"