Super Righteous Player-Chapter 1212 - 250: The Ash Craftsman

With intense tremors, boiling curses, and the spread of elemental power...

Even a good while after Professor Grey had passed away, the noise from this floor gradually began to disturb the wizard apprentices downstairs.

"... Is there a fight going on upstairs?"

"How could that be..."

"Should we go check it out?"

Annan acutely sensed the wizard apprentices conducting experiments downstairs gathering in front of the lift, whispering to one another.

Although Professor Grey indeed did nothing admirable, even turning his apprentices’ "golden" dazzling dreams into "grey" nothingness to obtain greater power...

But for the natives of the Underground City, they couldn’t even find a way to learn spells.

They didn’t want to leave the Underground City... because they were already completely unadapted to living above ground, in a world bathed in sunlight.

It wasn’t that their bodies had become like shadow demons fearing the light, but after adapting to the overly capricious moral standards and extremely lax law enforcement of the Underground City, they could no longer live in civilized nations above ground.

And to this day, the only legitimate place to learn spells and rituals in the Underground City was Grey Tower.

Apart from Grey Tower, ninety-five percent of the places "teaching spells and rituals" were run by swindlers. Most of them were black wizards or wild ritualists who couldn’t make it in the above-ground world, scamming the newly-rich with their wealth in the Underground.

Some were quite earnest — they truly wanted to teach, but their own capabilities simply weren’t enough.

Their usual fate was one daring to teach and another daring to learn.

With spells, it was better; if one couldn’t pass the simplest hurdle of "surviving a nightmare in a chaotic dreaming state by one’s own power," these "teachers" could boldly claim, "I can’t teach, the student is too useless."

But with rituals, teaching recklessly was like illegally selling fireworks — a mistake in a ritual that leads to only one’s own death could be considered good instruction.

Only Grey Tower could produce wizards and ritualists at a "normal" level.

The number of those who vaguely felt there was something wrong with Professor Grey was more than one or two. But indeed, people were grateful to him; many of his apprentices, even knowing they were being used, being treated as tools... would usually still choose to obey Professor Grey.

Take Alfonso, for example.

Unless it was a life-or-death situation, people would rather trust Professor Grey.

This trust didn’t stem from affection for him personally.

But in a dark world, they clung to that one sliver of light overhead. Even if they knew the light might not lead to hope, they couldn’t help but want to preserve that bit of light.

——Annan could clearly sense that, after much deliberation, these wizard apprentices still wanted to come up and take a look.

If Professor Grey really had been attacked and killed, what could they do if they came up, they who couldn’t even be considered Transcendents?

Yet, even though they knew they were heading into danger, they still wanted to come up and look.

Their thoughts were very simple and naive... If Professor Grey had been attacked and was still barely alive, then coming up to see him at this moment might just save his life.

Annan stood silently in front of the elevator, listening more carefully to their conversation:

Some of them wanted to find other teachers—someone very soberly realized that if something bad truly happened to Professor Grey, then the presence of other teachers would be useless.

It would be better to send a few up to check, and if they didn’t come back, they would plan to escape through the windows, climb down to the lower floors to notify others separately, urging them to flee immediately...

But just as they were about to ride the elevator up, before they could be frightened to tears at the sight of Annan waiting for the elevator doors with a cold face—

Within Annan’s perceptual range, he suddenly sensed a somewhat familiar figure that made him frown slightly.

"What are you all crowding around here for?"

Professor Grey’s gentle voice came through.

"Huh?"

The teenagers, not much past their fifteenth year, were suddenly stunned: "Professor, you..."

"Are you heading down?"

Professor Grey pointed at the elevator: "Shall I wait for you guys to go down first?"

"Ah, no need..."

The apprentices were still a bit confused.

Just then, a young man suddenly spoke up: "Professor, please be careful when you go up! We heard intense collision sounds coming from upstairs, and an overflow of curses..."

"That was me asking your mentors, Milo and Josie, to help me disassemble that boiler and replace it with a new one upstairs."

Professor Grey cheerfully reached out and patted his head: "Thank you for your concern. If there’s nothing else, go back to your studies."

"Yes, Professor—"

A group of young boys and girls dragged out their response in unison.

Soon, Professor Grey stepped onto the platform and reached Annan’s floor.

He looked exactly the same as before—almost instantly making the players tense up.

But after taking a closer look at the other party, Annan breathed a sigh of relief.

"I didn’t expect you to come in person."

Annan spoke in a somewhat respectful and soft voice.

"Because he used the Grey Element, I was able to directly lock onto his position... This is the Elemental Power that humans cannot control on their own. Only my creations can harness it."

The figure of "Professor Grey" suddenly shrunk, transforming into a grey-haired, grey-robed young man who appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

He had messy grey short hair, wore glasses, had a clean and pale face, slender limbs, and an air of bookishness about him.

At first glance, he looked like a short, skinny high schooler with a somewhat melancholic bearing, an artsy youth—someone whose handwriting you would immediately assume to be beautiful.

The grey-haired youth softly said: "Because I was not selected by the Charioteer after possessing the element... I first had this ability, then named it and transformed it into the Grey Element."

By this time, those who had not reacted before were certainly aware of his true identity now.

Longjing Tea was the first to speak: "Master Grey Craftsman... I never imagined we would disturb you."

Although the Grey Craftsman is not a True God, he indeed comes from the same era as the True Gods. He possesses power similar to that of the True Gods. But at the same time, the Grey Craftsman is a very low-profile ancient god, and even his church is quite low-key. He does not crave fame, does not seek profit, and has little interest in power.

His priests silently purify nightmares.

If they had any other actions... they were probably helping to counsel people who had attempted suicide.

The domains of "Memory" and "Despair" were developed by him in a direction that evoked a feeling of warmth.

Annan and his companions had not anticipated this at all.

When the Grey Craftsman saw Annan waiting at the elevator door.

His eyes suddenly reddened, and tears started to flow.

Annan was directly stunned: "Master Grey Craftsman...?"

"It’s okay, it’s okay..."

The Grey Craftsman wiped his tears while sobbing: "I’m happy, Charioteer. Of course, I’m also a bit sad..."

Annan quickly realized the reason.

The Grey Craftsman must have thought of the Charioteer the moment he saw Annan. Annan was like a child of the Charioteer.

Moreover, the fact that the Doctrine of the Heavenly Chariot could resurface in this world meant that this world, targeted by The Worm, now had newfound hope...

But at the same time... since Annan, as the successor, was born and had come to this world, it meant that the Charioteer, an old friend of the Grey Craftsman, had indeed died.

And she would never return to this world again.