Super Righteous Player
Chapter 481 - 22 Eck Shattered_1

Chapter 481: Chapter 22 Eck Shattered_1

Exactly as Delicious Wind Goose had anticipated.

After displaying power last night, "Big Cousin’s" people came to find them as soon as possible this morning.

The initial talks indeed went very smoothly.

After all, the management of "Big Cousin" was already quite loose and not a tightly organized group. As long as it was confirmed that they were interested, and had no intention of joining other groups, the talks were considered done.

The structure of the "Big Cousin" organization was actually loose on the outside but tight on the inside. It wasn’t afraid of spies infiltrating—after all, peripheral members could hardly access any information and would end up working for nothing.

Who could become a core member was not based on their actions... but was directly determined by the "Big Brother" who was the leader. Their identities were even kept completely secret, to the extent that other external members also didn’t know which among them were core members.

But strangely, the core members were as solid as one unit. There were no traitors who had infiltrated in advance, nor were there any bought off turncoats.

Many believed that Big Brother himself was— or had at least one great Wizard skilled in the School of Prophets and the Soul Snatching School by his side, hence his tight control over the organization.

However, what Delicious Wind Goose hadn’t expected was...

After roughly discussing the matters related to "joining Big Cousin,"

The person who came to talk to them, upon confirming they were willing to join Big Cousin, suddenly changed his tone and seriously requested that Delicious Wind Goose, or their entire team, should go to the fortress.

Delicious Wind Goose asked and then found out.

It was said that "Big Brother" had told them—before their trip—if Delicious Wind Goose was willing to join them, they could be directly promoted to core member status. The three who came with Delicious Wind Goose could also become internal members.

... But why?

The players were puzzled.

If it had been not long after arriving on the continent of mist, they might have thought it was the main character’s halo of being a player taking effect— but now they had a fair assessment of themselves, and knew they would be fortunate to even have a supporting character’s halo...

They had never even seen "Big Brother."

They even knew that their arrival in Nata County had ulterior motives.

Who gets brought directly into the core of an organization without even having met?

If the other party could truly see the future, wouldn’t they be aware of their intentions?

In the end, the players discussed it.

The conclusion they arrived at was not to scatter and go separately.

They’d rather be caught all at once than be broken individually— although they could break out at any moment, and, at a push, could at any time pay a price and teleport away. But Nata County was not exactly a safe place... Those who were left alone, even if they got "Big Cousin’s" token, might still be unable to take care of their basic needs if they were not clever enough.

So, although they felt something was not quite right, they still ended up going together to "Big Cousin’s" base.

And they managed to meet "Big Brother."

What surprised them was... one of Nata County’s highest power wielders wasn’t actually a Wizard.

Delicious Wind Goose had been prepared to face a Gul’dan-type dark spellcaster.

It turned out it was indeed Gul’dan.

But it was a stripped-down Gul’dan—

"Here, you can call me ’Big Brother.’ You can also refer to me by my name, Eck Roaring Fang."

The speaker was a muscular man with golden curls.

He clenched a cigar between his teeth, his voice very steady and charismatic.

Eck was dressed in a yellow linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and was also wearing a greyish-white vest with many pockets over it. This attire made him look like an engineer or a reporter.

His skin was bronzed, with scars all over the exposed areas. His muscles were exceptionally strong, and his build was not much different from Delicious Wind Goose, possibly even more exaggerated—like the inverted triangle shape seen in superhero comics.

Eck was also a head taller than Delicious Wind Goose, standing close to one meter ninety, with very steady arms.

His arms resembled those of a sailor... the kind that eats spinach.

But what looked most familiar to Delicious Wind Goose was Eck Roaring Fang’s pupils, which looked like flowing lava, giving off a "bright dark red" vibe. When he breathed, he would exhale a faint sulfuric mist.

—Most importantly, around Eck Roaring Fang’s neck, hung a very heavy gold chain that looked like a string of mahjong tiles.

... Could this physique possibly belong to a Soul Reaping Wizard or a Prophet Wizard?

Delicious Wind Goose was certain; he could punch a monster teacher to death with one punch!

Aside from Andersen, who might require three punches to be knocked out, the other three were clearly not up to the fight.

What’s more...

—Delicious Wind Goose had seen this surname in a nightmare.

It was the nightmare in which he became a Transcendent.

There, he had encountered a destruction Wizard named "Arthur Burnfang."

His pupils and the sulfuric breath were strikingly similar to the man named Eck standing before him!

"No need to look further, I am not a Wizard,"

Eck, calling himself "Big Brother," grinned, exhaling a puff of white smoke tinged with the smell of cigars and sulfur. The strong scent of cinnamon almost covered the hint of sulfur...

But just so happens, Delicious Wind Goose had a very sensitive sense of smell.

"I can’t tell you my exact occupation. But I am definitely not a Wizard."

Eck Roaring Fang laughed deeply, his resonant baritone voice magnetic: "I think you must be very curious. I am not a Wizard, so how do I determine if you can be trusted?"

No, I am not curious at all.

We’re just here to get by, big brother...

Delicious Wind Goose thought silently.

But his face showed no expression, just a slow nod.

His build, not much different from Eck’s, and the silver bracelet on his wrist—if he didn’t speak and just looked cool—he still appeared quite formidable.

"To be frank, this was a ritual we held, also a large-scale artificial nightmare that I—personally created."

Eck spoke slowly, "I need you, Tasty Wind Goose. You’re a newly advanced silver-tier Transcendent and a Ritualist who has seen the True God. Most importantly, you are not a Wizard... You perfectly meet the victory conditions for this ritual."

Why couldn’t it be a Wizard?

Why me?

Doubts arose in Tasty Wind Goose’s mind.

But he didn’t ask any more questions.

He figured the other party wouldn’t tell anyway.

"So, what should I do?"

Tasty Wind Goose asked straightforwardly.

"Don’t be in a hurry... You’ll know when the time comes."

Eck split his lips, revealing an unmasked, pleasant smile.

Three hours later.

The four of them were respectfully invited into a luxurious villa, holding the "key" Eck had provided.

Of course, this luxury was relative.

Compared to the villas they had seen in the Royal Capital, it was naturally inferior.

But in Nata County... Tasty Wind Goose believed that this was probably the best Eck, or "Big Brother," could offer.

The request Eck made was for them to try to purify the nightmare he had personally designed—if they could clear it, all the better.

...What exactly were they going to do?

How did he manage to artificially create nightmares?

He wasn’t a Wizard, yet he could do such a thing?

And what on earth was the significance of this?

Tasty Wind Goose was very puzzled.

It looked like some sort of conspiracy. But the other party was too candid, which made them somewhat indecisive.

And furthermore...

Those were nightmares, after all!

They were elements essential for teleportation, and they provided rewards of experience and levels...

And the nightmares themselves were quite interesting.

It was a bit tantalizing.

Moreover, as Transcendents who were players, their daring also meant they had no intention of backing down before giving it a try.

After all... they could respawn at will.

After discussing, the players decided to let three of them enter the nightmare to take a look for themselves.

If all went well, they could also use this opportunity to set up a teleportation point.

Of course, just to be safe... They couldn’t all enter the nightmare.

They left behind the only Cleric Monster Teacher to keep watch.

The Monster Teacher’s duty was not to protect his comrades.

- Rather, in the event of an enemy attack, he was to strike first and fast, taking out all his teammates.

As a Cleric of the True God, there was no way he could be controlled.

But if a Transcendent’s vessel was stolen... they could instantly lose most of their supernatural abilities.

Although they felt there was no need to be calculated against, nor was there any point in being kidnapped—the probability was high that Eck was of the Gold tier, and even if he wasn’t... it wouldn’t be difficult for him to deal with them.

But this was Nata County, after all.

One should never easily trust others.

"Are you ready?"

He exchanged glances with Defu and Andersen.

"Don’t worry, I’m watching."

Monster Teacher patted his gun and said somberly, "I think it’s best if you guys livestream it. Let available players help you watch, and it can also preserve a record or something."

"That makes sense."

Tasty Wind Goose nodded and complied, opening the livestream.

He then locked the metal cuffs that looked like handcuffs, but without a chain linking them, onto his wrists and leaned back.

This was the first time the players, with the "Dream Key" as a prop, entered an unexplored nightmare—

According to Eck.

This seemed to be a nightmare where teamwork was possible... or something similar.

A nightmare that allowed three people to enter together—

"This seems to be called... a ’joint struggle nightmare,’ I guess."

Tasty Wind Goose murmured, as his consciousness gradually blurred.

His first thought was: Big Brother didn’t trick me, it’s actually a nightmare?

In a state between asleep and awake, he felt an unknown force binding his limbs, as if he were shackled to a cold chair.

—Suddenly, he shuddered and woke up abruptly.