In the middle of the stone hall, it was unusually quiet.
Become a god.
This topic is so far away for a few of them...
It's so far away that it's almost unreal.
It's Annan.
He was keenly aware of a somewhat familiar term.
"What is the Fragment of Truth...?"
he asked Michelangelo.
Because in Annan's hands... he holds two fragments of truth.
It is the cornerstone he uses to summon players.
"The fragments of truth are the manifestation of order. This is still too far for you."
Michelangelo looked at Annan and replied in a gentle tone: "You can understand that the Fragment of Truth is a higher-end 'carrying object' than gold.
"All the extraordinary powers in this world come from curses. So what about the gods?
"——Yes, the gods are still like this. It's just that the carrier of the gods is no longer materialized metal, but the order of the world... Just like the tradition of 'the elder and the younger are inferior, the king and his ministers, father and son', just like 'all things perish,
The end of everything comes to an end. This is true for the true gods, and the same is true for the false gods.
"Becoming a god...means to abandon all the old curses recorded in the carrier and obtain an unprecedented huge 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 carrier... is 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, after human society developed the rules of currency and commerce, the Book of Truth belonging to Silver Knight just appeared; after humans began to start war, the Book of Truth belonging to 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 many old people stuck in the Golden Steps waiting for new things to appear in the world.
"...but I can't wait any longer.
"My death prophecy is actually correct... Yes, I have foreseen it."
With that said, Michelangelo cast his expectant eyes at Annan: "What about you, David Gerald? Do you have any other wonderful reasoning? I always feel that you still have some words that you have not said."
nature.
Annan sighed.
Because he cheated.
Apart from the uncle, the most suspicious person is Benjamin. As for the role of "Ghirlandaio" played by Michelangelo, he has always tried hard to hint that Annan thought Benjamin was Michelangelo.
But Annan knew from the beginning - Benjamin was definitely innocent.
He didn't die here...but in the future.
But Annan also had other things to say.
He thought for a moment and sighed: "It's very simple, right?
"...You are a great wizard of the gold level, and you have been famous for a long time. Our curse resistance cannot resist your power at all - just like Melvin who was killed by you.
"Who at the same Silver level can easily kill an 'idol wizard' of the same level who is famous for his life-saving ability without contact, without lifting the curse seal, and without chanting? You can even let him
Can't even say a last word?
"Actually, the answer has been made clear from the beginning - only Master Michelangelo, a gold-level wizard, can do it.
"Only he can kill a silver-level wizard so easily."
Just like how the silver-level Gerald suppressed us bronze-level 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..."
With that said, he asked Annan again:
"My level of prediction has already reached the limit of human beings. But the trajectory of your behavior was not in my prediction. You should be like a 'goblin' statue, 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 surged up again.
——Obviously, Benjamin guessed it.
He might even be the first one to guess... At the very beginning in the teahouse, Benjamin looked at Annan with a complicated expression, and he might have realized that this was not the Gerald he was familiar with. But he wasn't sure yet.
But after seeing Annan's clear reasoning, his confidence that was so strong that it seemed to be shining, and his elegance and calmness.
He will be sure.
This is not Gerald.
It's a stranger playing him.
Annan suppressed the pleasant smile on his lips and asked seriously: "I don't quite understand what you mean."
"Master means."
Benjamin looked at Annan and said with a complicated expression: "What is your name outside of the nightmare?
"Also, how did Gerald die...can you tell me?"
After Benjamin and Michelangelo's words came out.
The whole nightmare began to shake, but not too much, like a very mild earthquake... From time to time, teacups, seats, and statues suddenly broke.
--I see.
Isn’t it enough to just realize it? You have to say it to confirm...
But the nightmare will not collapse, but a strange collapse will occur...
After Annan confirmed the situation "when the NPC knows that he is in a nightmare", he shook his head slightly.
"Gerald was killed by me."
He answered calmly: "Because he used the 'Skeleton Lord's Bone and Blood Trigger' to kill innocent people indiscriminately. I will work with you, another disciple of Master Benjamin, to defeat him."
"...It's pretty much what I guessed."
Benjamin murmured.
Annan asked: "What?"
"No, it's nothing..."
At this point, Benjamin suddenly paused.
He seemed to understand something.
Looking at Annan again.
He asked word for word: "So...what about me?
"I...Benjamin Foster, when did I die?"
really.
Annan smiled and replied calmly: "You were killed by a counter-curse by a guard named Klaus from the Geraint family."
"Third Prince... I don't think he can afford such a price."
Benjamin sneered.
"If you would do me a favor..."
He replied without hesitation: "If Don Juan is still alive, help me tell him that his eldest brother secretly believes in rotten husband. If he is dead... tell the first member of the Geraint family
Successor. 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 recalled something...
Speaking of which, where did Benjamin’s nightmare go?
Was it absorbed by Klaus?
Does he have such a talent?
But Annan didn't say anything. He just asked without leaving any trace: "What password?"
"Evelyn Miller. The Fox Under the Table. 15. The 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 can be used to deliver messages to future generations 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 see."
Annan nodded clearly.
"It's such a pity that I can't accept a genius like you as my disciple."
Michelangelo sighed and smiled: "But I can at least give you one more gift."
He said, patting the statue of "Ghirlandaio" behind him.
He said with some sadness: "This is my last sculpture... I will give you the naming rights.
"What do you want to name him?"
Annan watched the movements of the statue.
In his mind, the works of "Michelangelo" from another world suddenly appeared.
He glanced at Michelangelo, who was floating in the sky in his soul form.
He said slowly: "Let's call him... [David]."
"How about naming it after Mr. Gerald as a commemoration... that's fine too."
Michelangelo smiled and patted the statue.
The next moment, except him and Annan.
All the people - their heads exploded at the same time.
Annan suddenly felt a strong suction coming towards him from behind.
He opened his mouth and said the last words.
"My name is Annan.
"Annan Winter——"
The next moment, Annan's body suddenly turned into a piece of light, circled around the statue, and disappeared.
In the nightmare world that began to collapse, Michelangelo frowned slightly and thought silently: