Super Righteous Player-Chapter 1173 - 220 Are You Dreaming Here?

Only by recognizing one’s own character flaws and taking responsibility for them,

can one walk further on the path of sublimation.

Otherwise, sooner or later, one will be blinded by the intense desire for ascension.

Whether it is the path of sublimation or the path of degeneration... this Transcendent road of mastering the power of curses is reliant on strong desires.

But such intense desires, if not controlled by sufficient reason, will inevitably spiral out of control, leading to the corruption of the soul and a paranoia of the personality.

Gradually turning into a freak, or even a monster - or becoming increasingly Twisted like the Earl and Nicholas.

"But, Euphie."

Annan looked at Yufimia and said softly, "Even without experiencing this nightmare of the Otherworld, without being tormented by this pain that is uniquely one’s own, without falling into a despair that could utterly destroy a person... and thus unable to transform oneself with the most radical and intense measures.

"But as long as one can truly recognize one’s own issues, resolve to confront one’s own flaws, genuinely want to change them, and persistently take action, one can gradually change oneself.

"For those hearts that aren’t strong enough, for those who cannot maintain their self in such deep despair... this gentler transformation might be the better way."

According to Lucia’s prophecy, if Yufimia were to enter this nightmare, she would find it difficult to escape... After all, her destiny is not strongly connected to Annan’s, and he would not gain much absolute value to turn her fate around.

And she herself is not like Ofelia, who could awaken herself when pushed to the limit.

In this situation now, it could be said that she has managed to regain a new lease on life.

"The moonlight dims, the dawn approaches. Darkness will eventually move towards the light," the Faceless Poet lamented, "only the blind head towards death."

"Am I... the dawn?"

Annan chuckled.

The Faceless Poet shrugged, stretched out his slender, pale fingers, and straightened his crow mask a little: "Of course.

"The Charioteer is the moon in the long night. She has accompanied us for a long time... guided us through the deepest night. Now that the long night is over, and dawn has come, we indeed miss her, but we do not wish to return to that era.

"Because we all believe - you can take this world to a whole new height."

"...That’s some pressure-inducing expectation."

Annan laughed wryly.

Upon hearing this, Paper Princess touched Annan’s head with some worry: "Is the pressure really that great?"

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Annan spoke bluntly: "I’m just lamenting a bit, being a little sentimental. To highlight how strong and important I truly am."

"You are indeed very important. You are more important than anyone else among us."

Paper Princess said without hesitation: "So you must take good care of yourself... and remember to call for help if there is danger."

"Yeah. I’ve truly remembered this time."

Annan nodded vigorously.

This incident undoubtedly taught Annan, who prefers to act alone, a lesson... If he cannot remember to utilize the advantage of having "strength in numbers," he will sooner or later suffer a setback when confronting The Worm.

After all, The Worm is "the complete Annan," while Annan himself is, strictly speaking, only half of himself.

Put this way, it does sound a bit odd.

The final boss turns out to be more like Annan than Annan himself...

"Speaking of which, Arthur."

Yufimia looked as though she was about to become depressed enough to shut herself away.

Annan intended to lighten the slightly silent atmosphere, so he turned around and asked Arthur, "I recall I was trapped in that nightmare for over a month, right... How did that technology expo go?"

"It’s been over a month."

The red-robed Arthur corrected, "It’s almost the end of July now."

He then paused to think.

"You’re referring to... the first Technology Exhibition of Dennisiowa? Are you really interested in that?"

Isaac also realized what Annan was talking about.

"You mean... Earl Flamell?"

Although he and Ofelia spent a lifetime in the nightmare... it was, after all, a nightmare.

When they left the nightmare, the memories of the dream world faded quickly and became indelible marks etched deep into their souls, much like how most memories quickly dissipate upon waking from a dream, leaving behind only a few deeply engraved fragments that are hard to forget.

But this long, otherworldly nightmare also made his memories before entering the nightmare somewhat vague and unclear... although with some effort, they could be recalled.

"Yes."

Annan nodded and looked at Arthur, "You must have been at that technology exhibition the entire time, right?"

"I only saw half of it. But I saw everything from Drest Flamelle’s side."

Arthur, halfway through, looked thoughtfully at Isaac, "What do you want to ask? About his nearly identical appearance to Mr. Isaac?"

——Nearly identical appearance.

Hearing this keyword, Annan and Isaac exchanged glances.

Could it be...

Their previous guesses had actually been correct?

"What about that ’heat transfer conduit’ he invented?"

"You mean the Energy Transmission Tower, right? I thought it was a scam at first, but it actually works. I saw his experiment with my own eyes. However, he kept the materials a secret, disclosing them only to the royal family..."

At this point, Arthur looked at Ofelia, "If we want to further investigate, we’ll have to rely on this fellow."

To Arthur’s surprise,

Ofelia calmly nodded, "No problem, leave it to me. I’ll have all the information we need within three days."

...This was not like the Ofelia he knew.

In Arthur’s mind, faced with something that sounded so troublesome, Ofelia would definitely find it annoying and unwilling to do.

He would prevaricate and procrastinate, but would not outright refuse... he wasn’t good at rejecting others, only at running away. When he finally couldn’t dodge it any longer, Ofelia would grudgingly get to work.

Once he actually started, Ofelia was quite serious and almost never messed anything up.

It was only before starting that he needed others to give him a lengthy psychological pep talk.

But the Ofelia now gave Arthur the impression that "the child has finally grown up."

"About half a month ago," Arthur paused, "the royal family began establishing the base stations for the Energy Transmission Tower in the Feld Archipelago. The Privy Council has had several meetings recently, and those advisors seem restless...

"Because the pirates of Gemstone Island and Spring Island suddenly formed an alliance, creating the ’Iron Wine Coalition’.

"These pirates attacked officially sanctioned ships that had paid them protection money; coincidentally, these were ships transporting military weaponry, so they got their hands on a batch of military supplies. But according to my speculation, these supplies were actually intended to be secretly shipped out by one of the advisors.

"At present, this pirate coalition is still gathering nearby pirates, seemingly aiming to have the Feld Archipelago secede from the United Kingdom—or at least to have Dennisiowa cede them the two islands. Within these two islands, they plan to prohibit the establishment of base stations for the Energy Transmission Tower, making them their strongholds."

Upon hearing this, Annan couldn’t help but exclaim.

"Are they dreaming?"