My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!

He could see that the seal on Eren was still intact. Although he had gained some strange abilities, overall, he was still weaker than he used to be in the past. There was no way he could pull any trick from under his nose.

The Tower Lord raised his hand. A small portal opened next to him.

He inserted his hand inside the portal and brought out the recording crystal which was still stained in some blood stains.

"I will grant your last wish." He extended out his hand towards Eren.

Eren also reached out his hand towards the recording crystal, which was something that he felt was extremely important.

Unfortunately, just as his fingers were about to touch the recording crystal, the Tower Lord released the aura of death through his fingers.

The aura entered the recording crystal, making it crack. Right in front of Eren\'s eyes, the recording crystal shattered into a thousand pieces.

Each of these pieces fell on the ground, being absorbed by the darkness beneath Eren.

"Did you think I will fulfil even one request of a sinner?" The Tower Lord asked. Even though his voice was just as emotionless, Eren could feel the mockery.

Eren looked at the pieces of the recording crystal that were swallowed by the darkness. He was only able to catch a single fragment which was no more useful than a showpiece now.

There was disappointment on his face. With the destruction of the recording crystal, everything related to the incident between him and the main character of the North was lost forever.

His body was already chest deep in the darkness, with only his shoulders, head and hands being out, waiting to be devoured.

He was frustrated that the Tower Lord didn\'t follow the default template of the Villains. Shouldn\'t he be overconfident about his abilities, coolly turning around to not even watch the last moments of the supposed death of the hero?

As a villain, he should\'ve been more talkative at least. He wasn\'t even fulfilling the last wish of the Hero who was on the verge of death?

It was as if the Tower Lord knew all the rookie mistakes that a villain could do. Or was it because Ren Necroline used to be such a forbidden existence that he couldn\'t afford to look down on him?

"Alright, enough playing around." Eren rubbed his forehead, having enough. He thought he might get the answers if he was caught in the trap, but things didn\'t went as he planned.

He moved his fingers, tapping the air. The Tower Master didn\'t understand why he had such strange movements but he didn\'t look down on Eren.

Meanwhile, Eren opened the inventory. He looked for a very particular item that he had received after Fey had died in his hands.

A small voucher appeared in his hand out of nothingness. Without giving the Tower Master an opportunity to notice or react to the item appearing in his hand, he activated it.

Fey had received a question voucher as a reward. He had used the question voucher after being provoked by Eren. However, the voucher was still left intact due to the use of the multiplier ability of Fey.

After Fey\'s death, the voucher lost its owner. It appeared inside Eren\'s inventory as he was a Transmigrator like Fey. He was also the one who killed him.

A frown developed on the face of the Tower Master, but his body abruptly froze before he could react. Not just the body of the Tower Master but everything else in the surroundings also stopped.

The time itself had stopped. Along with it, the effect of every skill, and the restriction of the darkness under Eren had also been stopped in time.

"Why are you always finding such weird uses for the question vouchers?" A voice appeared behind Eren, accompanied by a familiar presence.

"Are you going to simply watch or help me?" Eren asked the Author who was watching him with great curiosity.

Normally, one couldn\'t even receive a single question Voucher, let alone finding such strange uses for them. Last time, Eren made Fey use the question voucher as a trap. And now, he used it as a time freeze treasure?

"My hands are busy," the author answered, holding the umbrella with both his hands.

Eren\'s lips twitched in response. Last time this person came down, he was holding the umbrella with just one hand. He was intentionally using both his hands at this time.

"Then free one of your hands and help me. If you do that, then I promise I won\'t disturb you for at least a month even if I get another question voucher."

"Do you think the Question Vouchers are fruits hanging by a tree for you to-" the Author tried speaking, only to stop mid sentence.

He remembered that Eren had called him down four times already. If it was him, then he might actually find the question vouchers as if they were fruits on the roadside.

He rubbed his forehead, taking one hand off his umbrella. "Make it six months and I\'ll help you."

"Three months and you got a deal," Eren told the author, bargaining for a better deal.

"You!" The author felt like he was at a loss of words. "Even at a time like this, you want to bargain?"

Eren didn\'t reply. He simply looked at the author, being certain that this guy was going to help him. Moreover, the Author was an important existence.

His appearance could definitely save his life in the future. Eren didn\'t want to promise six months as that was truly a waste.

As for getting out of the darkness beneath him, he could do it even without external help now that the effect of restriction magic was also froze on him, along with everything else in this world.