Super Righteous Player-Chapter 1199 - 240: Sever the Curse: Utter Resentment and Hatred
Chapter 1199: Chapter 240: Sever the Curse: Utter Resentment and Hatred
The sevenfold crown atop the pure white goddess shimmered with ever more intense rainbow brilliance.
Behind Annan, the wings of light grew increasingly bright with seven different colors of radiance, just like the many facets of light split from white through a prism.
Annan existed simply, and the glory radiating from him gradually healed the chaotic and broken world around him.
This was undoubtedly a kind of infusion, a kind of contagion—like how after adding a seed crystal, the murky and disordered solution around it would be gradually "assimilated," crystallizing in the same structure or lattice formation.
If the chaotic side can naturally pollute and erode order... there’s no reason why order shouldn’t be able to assimilate chaos in return.
The chaotic world around gradually frosted over, restoring order.
The demon pointed at by Annan and the pure white goddess behind him, however, let out a wail, trying desperately to avoid this kind of "targeting".
But this was of no avail.
As Annan’s radiant domain unfolded completely, the curses and hatred that filled the creature dissipated like melting snow, revealing its true nature.
It was neither tentacle nor tree.
That thing which crawled out of Tricino’s head...
It was actually a withered, Twisted flower.
The ability that dragged Annan and the players into the Otherworld at the start, thin and sharp like black filaments nailed to the sky, resembling "fingers" that pulled something down—were actually its stamens.
And the things that emerged from Tricino’s shattered forehead, which seemed like tentacles, were in fact its aerial roots.
Dense roots entwined the vines, wrapping themselves up like a cocoon.
And the flower that might have once bloomed splendidly was long withered, its dry petals surrounded by the unusually prominent and vigorous, exceptionally tenacious stamens.
The reason why the black thorns, sprouting from the bodies of the butterflies, squirted a dark green viscous liquid when Severed was because it was not blood at all.
This was probably also the reason why all the "butterflies" fluttering around were various shapes of Twisted oddities. Considering that the butterflies shrank when they released thorns, it was even likely that all those butterflies were created by the power of the flower itself.
"Is it just... a small flower?"
Annan’s clear and unmistakable voice echoed in the Otherworld.
It was a speech imbued with the power of [Wisdom].
It transcended language, culture, and even the barriers of worlds, allowing one to directly understand the meaning, and even directly comprehend the true intentions.
Even if the other party was just a withered, Twisted flower... it could understand Annan’s words.
"In this destroyed and Twisted world, you are also Twisted, yet you have survived with all your might.
"It is truly remarkable that you could hold on till this moment with the hatred in your heart."
Annan’s voice, filled with compassion, resounded: "But I can only say... I am sorry.
"—Your revenge ends here."
By now, Annan’s radiant domain had completely covered the entire barrier.
With [Wisdom], he deduced the existence of the other;
With [Understanding], he felt the other’s resentment and perseverance;
With [Compassion], he took upon himself the desires of distortion;
With [Severity], he disintegrated the wrongly proliferated distortions;
With [Beauty], he replenshed and filled what was missing;
Resolving contradictions, dissipating resentments, perfecting all imperfections, and securing the fruit of [Victory] at the source...
—And bestowing the light of [Glory] equally upon the defeated.
For Annan, a single lance of light or breath of dragon fire would have been enough to utterly destroy the flower— the radiance bursting from within him could directly melt away the excess of hatred, scattering its soul.
Nevertheless, Annan chose to utilize his newfound power to purify and correct this lingering soul.
The original being could have been directly scorched, torn apart, frozen, and shattered, with its remnant soul completely dispersed—however, now Annan has given it a chance.
Today, it has been fully purified by Annan, capable of integrating into the Mist Realm. Although it will be muddled for the initial period... But when it regains consciousness, it will directly become a natural spirit of this world.
It will obtain true Wisdom and reason, not just chaotic desires for destruction.
The next moment, Annan’s right index finger lightly points to a spot in front of him.
The exalted false body towering behind him also synchronizes to point its sword blade forward.
A rainbow beam flashes by—after it lands, it spreads out in all directions.
The old world is rewritten, overlaid by the new world.
The patchwork-like walls turn into pure white walls.
The messy picture frames become complete and orderly, and the bloody, Twisted paintings become whole and clear. They depict stories of a little girl with flowers, bunnies, squirrels, and pigeons.
The floors scattered like a splash of paint return to grassland, the fissures in the wallboards heal, and the pupils disappear. The light that enters through the windows, which have become transparent once again, is pure and clear.
——This is an ordinary world not unlike the Mist Realm or Earth.
Annan suddenly comes to a realization.
His previous conjecture was correct.
The worlds one can access from the River of the Dream Realm are indeed different Earths from parallel universes.
They have different settings, exist in different eras, and possess different Elemental Powers. The so-called "Void World" was just an ordinary "Earth" before its destruction... and that’s why there are picture frames, plants, little animals, and a little girl who looks identical to those from the Mist Realm and Earth.
"Indeed..."
In Annan’s sigh,
The Twisted flower gradually reverts to its original form.
In the lush green grassland, only the prominent mound in the center has a white flower placed upon it, looking like a grave.
Everything looks so peaceful and tranquil.
The next moment, the barrier shatters. They return to the real world.
Tricino’s corpse has completely vanished.
Only a pure white five-petaled flower quietly lies on the ground.
And for the "Five" players who were merely brought along by Annan into the loop, they simultaneously receive new information: ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
[Sever the Curse—of utmost resentment and hatred]
[Adaptability to the Elemental Power has been acquired]
[Level cap has been unlocked]
[Upon meeting the advancement conditions for three professions, the advancement ritual will be performed after the next purification of nightmares]
[Advancement conditions have been met]
Annan’s unintentional act of kindness has actually helped those five as well.
This surprises Annan.
Initially, he thought that without obtaining the demon’s fragment, he wouldn’t be able to use the ritual to offer the remnants of the demon from the Void World to the world, to extract the Void Realm Blood, and obtain the corresponding Elemental Power.
Unexpectedly, after purifying it and helping it integrate into this world, the world reciprocates by endowing these "travelers" with Elemental Powers suited for themselves...
...Could such actions be beneficial to the world as well?
Annan is somewhat hesitant.
If that’s the case, then he’s going to be busy for a while...
If it’s good for everyone and only slightly busies him, Annan has no reason to refuse such matters.
