Super Righteous Player-Chapter 1195 - 236: Ritual: Dream Eater

Without any warning.

As Annan spoke these words.

The atmosphere in the Grey Tower’s hall suddenly became tense.

The originally light aroma of wine abruptly intensified, and almost immediately turned into a stench of alcohol. If it had been like a chocolate liqueur before, now it was as intense as being surrounded by a group of drunkards who had overindulged in spirits.

The players behind Annan suddenly became alert and couldn’t help but inwardly grumble, mumbling to themselves about Annan’s irrationality: My leader, what are you indulging your tongue in at this place!

Even if you want to fall out with Tricino...

Couldn’t you find Niusel first, sign the contract with him, grant him immortality, gear up with full buffs, and then group up to fight the boss!

It’s like when Conan has figured out the murderer but doesn’t bring the police or any adults with him and just goes to the murderer’s home alone to confront the culprit...

That’s very brave.

In such a situation, after the trash-talking ends, it could seamlessly transition into the solo part...

However, they wouldn’t complain too much.

They would only remark—Finally, the nonsense is over, time for action.

Although the dialogue choices were not good, leading to less than the strongest state to start the battle, it didn’t really matter.

Naifertali very sensibly stood by Annan’s side.

The other players, including Annan, began to unfold their spell crests.

Spell crests of different colors crawled out of their carriers, clinging to their bodies like living entities.

Curses visibly surged from within them, enveloped in glows of various colors.

But Annan himself stood still without moving.

He was just looking into Tricino’s feigned smiling face, with neither of them initiating any moves.

Feeling the fluctuations of the curse’s power, the idol wizards of the Grey Tower sensed something was amiss and started to converge.

But before the first person got close enough to see everything.

Tricino’s aura suddenly relaxed: "I was just kidding, Your Majesty.

"There’s no particular reason... When you knock on the door, I’ll open it. When the guests are at the doorstep, how can I refuse them entry?"

—This was undoubtedly nonsensical.

But after a brief silence, Annan gestured for the players to hold back.

Then these players, who were nominally ’henchmen’ but actually not even as capable as their boss, obediently retracted their aura and sealed back their curses one by one.

They were clear about their own roles—they were just there to fill the scene.

Like having a few people around you during a fight.

The more people present, the less it seemed like an easy target, whether or not they actually fought...

After their standoff ended, those wizards who had come at the news were also dismissed by Tricino with a wave of his hand.

Their status obviously wasn’t sufficient to be part of the conversation.

Afterwards, Tricino continued the earlier conversation: "I do indeed plan to change my name. But what does that represent?

"Just like a fugitive being chased, if he is desperate to exchange clothes with you, he definitely has ulterior motives; but if nothing has happened to me, then I just want to change clothes, that’s all.

"Soul Reaping wizards occasionally adjust their personalities, altering their memories; Prophet wizards even check the future from time to time to see if there have been any changes.

"As an idol wizard, I feel that this [name] has exhausted its potential, and I want to change it... isn’t that just as simple as a warrior wanting to change his weapon?"

You can’t wrong a good person.

Tricino said casually.

"Indeed."

Annan nodded in agreement, "I don’t even know what new name you plan to use, and you can’t possibly tell me. Because if I knew, then your Idol Spell would become useless.

"And since I don’t know what your new name is, I can’t be certain of your purpose. I can’t very well make a move against you...

"—You don’t really think that do you?"

Annan said as he stepped forward two paces, shoulder to shoulder with Tricino.

He tilted his head to the side, with a smile, as he looked at Tricino who was facing forward, "No way, no way, you don’t think I would actually believe that, right?"

As they spoke, they boarded the "elevator".

That is the lift platform standard in various Wizard’s Towers—of course, there’s one inside the Grey Tower as well.

Tricino was silent for a moment before answering: "Of course not.

"Because you still don’t know what I’m going to do."

"If you really wanted to guess, it’s actually quite simple."

Annan narrowed his eyes and spoke softly, "The so-called Contamination Principle... It causes wizards of the same school to attract each other’s fates. The weaker ones will unconsciously draw near the stronger ones, like objects light or heavy placed on a hanging piece of cloth. Both sides will influence each other. novelbuddy.cσ๓

"And the reason for this effect is that the essence of contamination is ’connection’. In Idol Spells based on the Contamination Principle, the simplest and easiest to understand type is killing someone through their hair.

"There’s another saying. If you can’t identify which sect an Idol Wizard belongs to, it’s best not to spit or urinate in their home. Spells based on the Contamination Principle can affect the person with parts of their body that have separated and are unrelated to the individual.

"It’s like the innate human repulsion to not wanting to drop saliva or phlegm, or even blood, into cow dung or sewage. Contamination Spells turn this fear into reality—if an Idol Wizard collects urine, they can poison the urine to Poison Kill the individual; blood that has fallen into sewage can be used to fill the person’s veins without any physical contact..."

As he spoke, the slowly rising lift platform had reached the top floor.

Tricino left the lift platform and strode towards his desk.

But Annan suddenly extended his wand diagonally to block Tricino’s ankle.

"Am I right... Professor?"

"Absolutely correct, Your Majesty."

Tricino revealed a genial smile: "Such a clear and simple answer, if it was in my class, I’d give you extra points.

"But I still don’t know what you’re trying to say."

"—Hope."

Annan suddenly said: "Or rather, desire. The resplendent dreams. The Phantom Dreams of childhood. The talents that can awaken their elements... No matter how you put it, it is what you took from your students.

"If spit that’s been spat out, urine that’s been excreted, blood that’s been shed, can all be affected by the Contamination Principle to feedback on the individual... contaminating their stomach, bladder, blood vessels.

"Then, the ’dreams’ that were given up by their own hands—aren’t they also a part of their very selves?"

The so-called Dream Eater.

Just as Annan was perplexed in front of Chiron before.

If it was just to feast on others’ dreams in exchange for power... the ritual would be too roundabout.

So the answer obviously is—what he seeks is something beyond the ritual itself.

"What you actually devour isn’t just their dreams. It’s their entire lives... or rather, their destinies."

Just like a hacker who infects a computer with a Trojan horse to turn it into their own "zombie" to assist with computing.