Super Righteous Player-Chapter 162 - 160 I’m So Hungry It’s Killing Me_1

Yes, Annan had realized it.

The waters of "Nightmare: Gallery" were much deeper than he had initially thought.

Not to mention other things.

Annan had just learned that saying "Skeleton Lord" in Frostwater Harbor and receiving the reply "I am listening" was because the Skeleton Lord was indeed always listening!

To have a deity squatting in such a remote and desolate place, staying for decades... If it were just an ordinary nightmare, Annan would never believe it.

Rather than fleeing... it’s better to confront the enemy head-on.

Taking advantage of the fact that he held the Skeleton Lord’s true name, which made it temporarily impossible for him to kill Annan, Annan needed to quickly collect the "evidence of guilt" against the Skeleton Lord. At the very least, he should have capital for negotiation...

——But first, he should speedrun the second level.

Following Jiu’er’s video walkthrough, Annan efficiently bypassed Joseph and then acquired both the knife and tomato to start "Gallery: Feast of the Famished."

Amos, dressed decently and with a gentle smile, politely extended his clean and fair right hand toward Annan, inviting warmly,

"Hello, sir. May I pay you to... become my model?"

Annan raised his head and looked into Amos’s eyes for a second.

In that instant, Amos suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in his heart...

And Annan also temporarily confirmed that this was indeed not the "human-flavored Amos" he had encountered on the third layer.

Had he already sacrificed his conscience?

Annan wondered.

His face immediately displayed that shrinkingly wary, distrustful expression characteristic of a vagrant, his eyes dull, devoid of hope.

The task description appeared before his eyes:

[You have entered Gallery: Feast of the Famished (Second Layer)]

[Main Quest: Play the role of the vagabond "Aimee"]

Soon after, a lot of small text emerged below this line:

[Complete the portrait painting]

[Meet with the other three vagabonds]

[At least one person must survive until nightfall]

Let him paint first.

Annan thought.

Fortunately, when he painted, time would skip directly... It was that type of "everything goes dark" and then the painting was finished. This was completely different from the situation on the third layer.

Perhaps this was because, in the original history, the vagabonds truly completed their portrait paintings, and Elle didn’t finish hers at all.

Considering the situation with the runaway child, it seemed that in real history, Elle would have been taken to the basement. That diary should have been obtained at the end of the third layer, not in the copy...

Looking at Annan, who now had a dim gaze and was no different from other vagabonds, Amos revealed an elegant and composed smile.

Although aware that he was murdering, he smiled without a trace of psychological pressure, extending his hand to Annan, "If you help me make a painting, I will let you take a hot bath, give you a set of clean clothes, and take care of your food for three days... How about it?"

Annan, however, only had a flickering gaze.

He hesitated for a moment and then muttered in a low voice, "I don’t want to."

"What do you want, then?"

Clearly, Annan was not the first vagabond to refuse Amos.

Amos simply asked patiently, "Money? Food? A job?"

"I want money!"

Annan said hoarsely, "I want two... no, four, six silver coins!"

"Hmm..."

Amos pondered.

Annan watched him warily, tentatively, and hesitantly stretching out his wrinkled fingers, "No, I mean... Five is fine. Five will do—otherwise, four would..."

"Six. Let’s make it six."

Amos cut him off.

He said with a mild demeanor, "Besides that, I will treat you to a meal... do you need a bath?"

"I don’t need a bath! I want... right, a deposit!"

Annan extended his hand eagerly, his gaze somewhat suspicious as he scanned Amos, and said roughly, "Give me half the silver coins first, then I’ll go with you!"

"...Agreed."

Seeing that Annan was asking for silver coins made Amos hesitate for a moment.

But he quickly mocked himself for being overly suspicious:

How could the old masters of the Silver Baron Church possibly be so destitute?

This vagabond’s dishevelment and despair couldn’t possibly be faked...

So he took a wallet out of the painting and handed Annan three silver coins.

If Annan had only requested one silver coin, Amos might have given him the equivalent in copper coins. But with three coins... He couldn’t make that much change on the spot.

It was just a vagrant, anyway.

Amos reassured himself in his mind.

Once Annan received the silver coins, he became much quieter.

He placed the silver coins in his sleeve, clenched and concealed them tightly.

He checked the Divine Arts at his disposal:

—Resonating Object.

A low-consumption Divine Art triggered with a silver coin, with a power equivalent to a single gunshot.

—Sharp Object.

A Divine Art that could transform a silver coin into a sharp dagger.

—Eternal Youth.

A Divine Art that consumed silver coins to heal wounds.

Now that he had three silver coins in hand...

Watching Amos’s retreating figure, Annan hunched his back and revealed a weird smile.

Because unlike the "naive" demeanor portrayed by Jiu’er, the vagrant Annan was playing resembled himself more closely.

Amos wasn’t interested in chatting with Annan on the street.

They walked in silence all the way to the living area on the fourth floor.

Annan saw the three vagrants huddled together in white pajamas, whispering to each other.

On seeing Annan, their faces lit up with joy.

The younger one, who would soon become the unfortunate Vagrant-chan, even waved at Annan enthusiastically.

[Meet the other three vagrants, task completed]

Seeing the completion notice for the side quest, Annan glanced at them with disgust and turned his head away indifferently.

At that moment, Amos was still enthusiastically explaining, "They’re friends who came to help me with the painting... they’ve stayed here for several days. Would you like to stay too?"

"No, thank you."

Annan glanced coldly at Amos, his face conveying a conspicuous and easily detected suspicion.

He replied in a hurry, "Just get the painting done, and I’ll be on my way."

"Uh... okay then."

Amos agreed somewhat reluctantly.

But Annan saw clearly a flicker of murderous intent cross Amos’s face.

—He was probably planning to kill him after completing the painting, when escorting him out.

Annan snickered inwardly.

Perhaps out of disappointment from Annan’s demeanor, Amos didn’t show him the "Feast of the Famished."

He just frowned, partially opened the curtain, and ordered Annan to stand in front. Then he started painting.

...I get it!

A realization dawned on Annan.

The reason Jiu’er saw the painting and her erosion increased must be because she "didn’t act like a vagrant"... so, was this some kind of punishment?

If you’re playing an ugly role, you can’t be elegant.

You have to embody the ugliness truly!

Moreover, the force of his strokes was much heavier than when he was painting for Jiu’er. It felt like he was writing wild cursive.

This also differed from the "drowsy" sensation mentioned by Jiu’er on the forum.

Annan felt a sharp pain.

It was as if he was being squeezed from all directions by something forceful.

Like he was tied up and slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea.

His consciousness became blurry, and everything in front of his eyes stretched out...

Just then, Annan heard Amos’s voice.

It was a cold, deep question:

"Think again...

"Aren’t you hungry at all?"

I’m hungry for your grandmother’s leg—

As a strong sensation of hunger surged from his belly, Annan suddenly lost consciousness.