In the middle of the stone hall, it was unusually quiet.

Become a god.

This topic is so far away for several of them......

It's so far away that it's even a little unreal.

It's Annan.

He was keenly aware of a somewhat familiar term.

"Fragment of Truth...... What is it? ”

He asked Michelangelo.

Because Annan is in his hands...... There are two fragments of truth.

It's the cornerstone he summons the player with.

"The fragment of truth is the manifestation of order. This is too far for you. ”

Michelangelo looked at Annan and replied in a gentle tone: "You can understand that the Fragment of Truth is a 'carrier' that is more high-end than gold.

"All the transcendent powers of this world come from curses. And what about the gods?

"—Yes, the gods still do. It is just the bearer of the gods, and it is no longer a materialized metal, but the order of the world...... It is like the tradition of 'the elder and the young, the prince and the son', and the end of 'all things die, and everything ends'. This is true of the righteous gods, and the same is true of the false gods.

"Become a god...... It means discarding all the old spells recorded in the bearer and getting a spell that has never been seen before - the priesthood. As long as the rules of the world do not change, this carrier will never be broken.

And the name of this bearer...... It is the 'Book of Truth'. Every time a new thing or new rule is born in the world, there will be a companion book of truth that gradually manifests itself in the world.

"For example, when the rules of money and commerce were developed in human society, the Book of Truth belonging to the Silver Sir was just revealed; It will only be after humanity begins to wage war that the Book of Truth, which belongs to the Red Knights, is born. And the Book of Truth at the beginning of its birth is incomplete...... This is what I call the 'Truth Fragment'. ”

Michelangelo sighed: "But for more than a hundred years, no new fragments of truth have been born." Like me, there are many old things who are stuck in the Golden Tier waiting for something new to appear in the world.

“…… But I can't wait.

"My death prophecy is actually correct...... Yes, I already foresaw it. ”

As he spoke, Michelangelo cast his expectant eyes on Annan: "What about you, David Gerald?" Any other brilliant reasoning? I always feel like you still have something to say. ”

Nature.

Annan sighed.

Because he cheated.

Aside from that uncle, the most suspicious one is Benjamin. And Michelangelo's role of 'Girlandaeo', he has always tried to hint that Annan thinks that Benjamin is Michelangelo.

But Annan knew from the very beginning that Benjamin must be innocent.

He didn't die here...... Rather, he died in the future.

But Annan has something else to say.

He thought for a moment and sighed: "It's also very simple, right?"

“…… You are a golden-tier wizard and have been famous for a long time. Our curse resistance is simply not able to resist your power - just like Melvin who you killed.

"At the same Silver Level, who can easily kill an 'idol wizard' of the same rank who is known for his life-saving ability without contact, without breaking the seal of the curse, and without chanting? Can he even be unable to say a last word?

In fact, the answer was already pointed out at the very beginning - only the wizard of the Golden Rank, Master Michelangelo himself, could do it.

"He's the only one who killed the silver-level wizard so easily."

It's like the suppressive power of Gerald of the Silver Rank against our brothers of the Bronze Rank at that time.

Annan sneered.

Hearing this, Michelangelo sighed.

"You're a genius."

He muttered, "It would be nice if I had someone like you among my students......"

As he spoke, he asked Annan again:

"My level of prediction has long since reached the limits of human beings. But the trajectory of your behavior is not in my prediction. You're supposed to be like a 'goblin' statue, but you're not following my script......

"I should ...... How to call you? ”

Hearing this, Annan was silent for a while.

He blinked, suddenly realizing something.

The pleasure that had just been hidden surged again.

- Apparently, Benjamin guessed.

He might even have been the first to guess...... At the beginning of the tea room, Benjamin looked at Annan with a complicated expression, probably realizing that this was not the Gerald he was familiar with. It's just not certain yet.

But after seeing Annan's clear reasoning ideas, and the confidence that is so strong that it seems to shine, and that elegance and calmness.

He'll be sure.

This is not Gerald.

It's a stranger playing him.

Annan forcibly suppressed the pleasant smile at the corner of his mouth, and asked seriously: "I don't really understand what you mean." ”

"What the master means."

Benjamin looked at Annan and said with a somewhat complicated expression: "What is your name outside the nightmare?"

"Also, how did Gerald die...... Can you tell me? ”

After the words of Benjamin and Michelangelo were spoken.

The whole nightmare began to shake, but not by a large margin, like a very light earthquake...... Every now and then, teacups, seats, and statues suddenly crack.

- I see.

Isn't it enough to just be aware? You have to say it to be sure......

But the nightmare doesn't collapse, it cracks strangely......

After confirming the situation "when the NPC knew that he was in a nightmare", Annan shook his head slightly.

"Gerald was killed by me."

He replied calmly: "Because he used the 'bone and blood trigger' to kill innocents indiscriminately." I will work with you, another disciple of Master Benjamin, to defeat him. ”

“…… It's pretty much the same as I guessed. ”

Benjamin muttered.

Annan asked, "What? ”

"No, nothing ......"

Speaking of this, Benjamin was suddenly stunned.

It was as if he understood something.

Look at Annan again.

He asked word by word, "So...... What about me?

"I ...... Benjamin Foster, when did he die? ”

Really.

Annan smiled and replied calmly, "You were killed by a guard chief of the Geraint family named Klaus with a counter-curse. ”

"The Third Prince...... I don't think he can afford that kind of price. ”

Benjamin scoffed.

"If you're willing to do me a favor......"

Without hesitation, he replied, "If Don Juan is still alive, help me tell him that his eldest brother is secretly believing in rotten husbands." If he's dead...... Just go and tell the first heir of the Geraint family. To compensate, I'm going to give you a password that you can use to trust that 'me' in 'My Nightmare'. ”

Benjamin said this, and Annan suddenly paused.

He suddenly remembered something......

Speaking of, 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. 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 is used to deliver messages to posterity after death...... That is, to confirm that you are in a nightmare. At the same time, every time your memory is viewed, remember to add another keyword. ”

"I see."

Annan nodded knowingly.

"It's a shame that I can't take 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 "Gilandaio" behind him.

He said with some amazement: "This is my last sculpture...... The naming rights are given to you.

"What kind of name do you want to give him?"

Annan watched the statue's movements.

In his mind, the work of "Michelangelo" from another world suddenly appeared.

He glanced at Michelangelo, who was floating in the air in the form of a soul.

Said slowly: "Let's call ...... [David]." ”

"Named after Mr. Gerald, as a memorial...... It's good. ”

Michelangelo smiled and patted the statue.

The next moment, except for him and Annan.

All of them - their heads exploded at the same moment.

Annan suddenly felt a strong suction force coming at him from behind.

He spoke, and uttered the last words.

"My name is Annan.

"Annan Rindong—"

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 silently thought:

"Annan Rindong? Ivan's child?

"Ke Annan...... Shouldn't you die after five years? ”