Super Righteous Player-Chapter 1227 - 265: Deep-Seated Fear

"Since we’ve come this far, you might as well tell it all."

Black Annan chuckled lightly, utterly unconcerned by Annan’s revelation of the truth.

She walked towards Annan.

And upon passing by Annan, she continued to the window behind him. Resting her hands on the windowsill of this "own home" of hers, she gazed blankly at the setting sun.

While she made her way to the window, she also perfectly blocked the evening light that was previously shining on Annan. The two who had been face-to-face now assumed positions back to back.

Annan, who had been cloaked in a halo of light, thus retreated into the darkness.

Annan did not turn his wheelchair around.

He simply maintained his posture with his back to the girl and closed his eyes on the wheelchair.

As Black Annan watched the sunset, Annan said softly, "A pained philosopher close to madness.

"This is actually a very clear intention.

"Ordinary people often like to believe that philosophers hold some obscure truth in their hands, and if they have leisure time, or when they are confused, they are willing to listen to their teachings.

"But at the same time, most of the time—such as during their work and daily life, ordinary people don’t want to hear the philosophers’ lessons, deeming them useless, their studies irrelevant and inconsequential.

"This attitude seems contradictory at a glance. But from another perspective, it is not contradictory at all, and actually quite reasonable.

"People are willing to believe in the philosopher who is removed from their mundane lives; they scoff at the philosopher who stays by their side, working and living with them. Instead of an interest in ’philosophy’ itself, it’s more about them yearning to escape their dull studies and work life.

"Just as men are accustomed to discussing philosophy after drinking. This itself is a form of relaxation—or rather, an escape from the boring and prosaic life. The act of discussing philosophy, of listening to it, enables them to feel that they are not so ’ordinary,’ liberating themselves from the pain of their lives.

"In other words, they do not truly love philosophy. They merely regard it as an intangible fine wine."

Annan said softly, "A philosopher who has come to know part of the truth of the world, and who suffers to the brink of madness because of it. This fits with the impression of a philosopher from someone who doesn’t understand philosophy in the slightest.

"And the appearance of this intention in his dreams actually means that he wants to escape. He starts to ponder whether his existence is real, whether his life is truly meaningful.

"But in the end, his contemplations do not offer a powerful, effective path for him to walk upon. He simply struggles in pain, realizing from the ’feather of truth’ he has glimpsed the horrors of the world.

"He is capable of ’recognition,’ yet powerless to ’change.’ Thus, he chooses to escape.

"He does not wish to see the truth, which is why he fears ’tomorrow’—the revealer of all secrets."

Annan’s words were like a cold scalpel.

Peeling off, layer by layer, the emotions hidden deep within the dream, even those the dreamer himself had not noticed.

"As for what ’yellow hair’ portends, it is also very easy to discern.

"His image is that of an impatient, lazy, impolite young man. He possesses little knowledge, unaware of his current circumstances, nor understands the responsibilities he should bear.

"He despises his tedious job, choosing to flee—

"This seems like a normal motive. But in reality, he has no idea what his job actually entails, which is exactly what makes him feel lost about his future.

"He doesn’t know how to break through this. He doesn’t know how to obtain a new job, nor why he should work... He doesn’t realize the consequences of his actions.

"So he chose to escape. He escaped from everything he was familiar with in his work... but in life, he never truly left."

"He was a rough, impolite person, causing discomfort to others, but at the same time, he didn’t harbor any malice in his interactions; instead, he appeared quite amiable."

"It’s clear now—"

In the shadow, Annan’s lips slightly curled upwards: "’Blonde’ represents the nightmare’s master’s self-perception."

"In a sense, he despises his worthless self. Though he is ’gentle and well-meaning’ in his interactions, he always ’gives off a bad impression,’ and he believes this is due to his ’lack of manners.’

"At this point, the answer has emerged.

"—The master of this ’dream’ is the ’Craftsman’!"

Annan confirmed.

"You mean... the deceased is the Craftsman?"

The girl, with her back turned to Annan, asked softly as she looked towards the sunset.

"No."

Annan negated: "The real victim is the ’Physician’.

"Or rather—The Craftsman’s father."

This nightmare might be difficult enough for the natives of the Mist Realm. Probably only those Wizards from the Soul Snatching School who received professional teaching could find clues in it—most people likely wouldn’t even realize these entities are fictitious.

At most, they might sense the unnaturalness of the village. But considering this is just a nightmare, even if the rules are strange, there wouldn’t be an issue.

However, once they realize these "existences" are actually various facets of a person...

Then the answer becomes very clear.

"Consider each individual’s actions, behaviors, personality traits, and objectives as manifestations of the subconscious. Then find the one whose ’external behavior’ matches the ’inner intentions’ of others, and you can identify the master of the dream."

From these "personality facades," Annan could understand the psychological aspects of the person. This is like profiling... only more direct, impossible to hide or embellish.

"Since we know the Craftsman to be a silent, socially inept individual..."

This would lead one to think of ’Blonde,’ who is impolite.

Blonde has good intentions towards others, but he is not likable. That is probably due to being "not polite enough"—and "ignoring others" is a form of impoliteness.

"Moreover, the Craftsman’s work is very monotonous. That is, using some temporal ability to repair other people’s damaged items."

This corresponds to Blonde’s confusion about his own work and future.

"He once believed his father to be a hero, but eventually found him to be nothing but a deserter. Meaning, he was raised by his mother.

"So, the old lady who died on the operating table, hurrying Blonde to work, looking for the missing Blonde... what she signifies is quite clear."

Annan answered softly: "That is his mother.

"Because of his leaving home, or some other reason, in any case, it’s about leaving his stable life as she worriedly searched for him... and yet she died of a serious illness, untreatable."