Super Righteous Player-Chapter 1219 - 257: Egg of Dream Condensation: Undying Sun

Chapter 1219: Chapter 257: Egg of Dream Condensation: Undying Sun

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The first Justice Saint was none other than Sisyphus, who was directly related to the fall of the Charioteer.

And Sisyphus was not from Aesirland — nor was it an elf, dragon, giant, or any of the ancient races. It was a huge cross made entirely of pale flames...

Long before Sisyphus ascended to godhood, it had already prepared for its fall. For Sisyphus, an elemental being of fire, individual death was not significant because "fire is naturally inherited through generations."

The same bonfire, even if new wood is added daily to keep the fire burning endlessly, has fundamentally changed for a fire elemental; and the fire taken from here, if it ignites another bonfire elsewhere, is still connected to the original fire.

This is the "passing of fire."

As an individual’s death is not crucial, for as long as someone inherits everything of its own, they become the new "Sisyphus," just like a fresh pile of wood added to a fire. The flames have never died out, but the fire is no longer the same.

Sisyphus once swore before the Charioteer — if the day came when it would perish, it would not fade into the ground, it would shatter in the sky.

When that time came, fires like rain would fall to the ground... This naturally included the core "Flame of Justice."

When someone picks up the Flame of Justice, they will take up Sisyphus’s position and mission, once again embarking on this path.

This primeval source of fire, carrying its will and power, is the world’s first "Sacred Remains" — the Heart of Justice.

It is, of course, not the corporeal heart visible upon opening the chest cavity, that lump of flesh with holes, pumping and throbbing with blood. Instead, it is a mass of fire, extremely contained in temperature, gelatinous in nature.

It is not a sphere; it looks more like those slime stress-relief toys you squeeze.

If placed on the ground, it could warm up those around it, as if sitting next to a bonfire. In a room, it could light up the entire space, even brighter than sunlight on a clear day. And if held in one’s hand, one might quickly find an appetizing aroma wafted out, reminiscent of jerky...

However, apart from that, it cannot be transported by car or carried in bags. The Sacred Remains may have a weak consciousness and can’t do much without a host... but it will at least attempt escape.

Even if placed inside a backpack, it might escape whenever one is careless.

This is precisely why Paper Princess chose the safest mode of transport.

— After transforming into Dragon Form, she simply swallowed the Heart of Justice.

After all, Paper Princess couldn’t maintain her dragon shape on the subway... and not all gods possess the means for ultra-long-distance instantaneous movement.

To avoid startling and hurting ordinary people around with the light and heat escaping from the Heart of Justice, Paper Princess had to turn her own body into a package for transporting goods. This way, she could completely transform into human form, go to the Underground City, and then regurgitate the Heart of Justice when she found Annan.

After all, the bodies of deities don’t actually have digestive functions, so there’s no need to worry about them literally digesting the Sacred Remains. The essence of a deity’s shell is merely a projection, similar to the bodies the players use.

And for that matter, that ball of fire isn’t easy to digest either...

"...Eh?"

But Paper Princess had hardly started her flight back to the United Kingdom when she suddenly shivered and let out a voice of astonishment.

It felt as if she had made a mistake and Yawen was piercingly gazing at her from behind.

The next moment, Paper Princess felt the icy snowflakes falling on her.

In just a fleeting moment of distraction... the world in front of her eyes was suddenly overwhelmed by the heavy snow. The blizzard completely obscured her vision — and though this could not stop a true god, the cold hidden within that storm still made Paper Princess realize something.

She flapped her wings and hovered in midair.

In a reverent, low voice, Paper Princess asked, "Grandmother... is that you?

"— Have you awakened?!"

There was a tinge of joy in her voice.

No matter how grandmother treated her... after all, Paper Princess was an enchanted portrait of her grandmother. She always held a sense of childlike admiration for the original image in the painting.

"Sally, you don’t have to call me grandmother... never mind, as you wish."

A dragon language voice, seven or eight parts similar to Paper Princess’s but imbued with more authority and nobility, and slightly husky from just having woken up, faintly echoed in the snow, "What brings you to Winter? What are you doing here?"

"I came to fetch the Heart of Justice for Annan!"

Paper Princess promptly replied.

She spoke and spat out the Heart of Justice.

Now that grandmother had awakened, there was no need to worry about it escaping.

"...The Heart of Sisyphus?"

Grandmother’s voice was faint through the snowstorm, seemingly surprised, "Annan wants to become the Justice Saint? Isn’t he this generation’s Charioteer?"

"I surmise, Annan plans to ascend with the Heart of Justice..."

"I see."

Grandmother pondered briefly, her voice low, "I have slept far too deeply... although I did speak with Annan in my half-asleep state, I can’t quite remember what I said. It should have been my duty to watch over him... I thank you for your trouble."

"Not at all, it’s no trouble..."

"If his intentions are without fault, then let him do as he pleases."

Grandmother’s calm voice came from the wind, "I’ll go check on the Duchy of Winter first. I have slept for far too long... some might have forgotten my existence. Even with an excellent duke like Annan, they might still try to take advantage of his youth.

"After the issues concerning Annan are resolved, have him return to Winter. It would be too pitiful for the duke of Winter to miss the miraculous sight of its spring."

"I will pass on the message."

Paper Princess replied respectfully.

Then, like a student being reprimanded in the teacher’s office... she flew off swiftly, with her tail between her legs and head low, not looking back.

It was only after flying all the way back to the United Kingdom, taking the subway to Grey Tower, and finally seeing Annan again, that she took a relieved breath out of retrospect fear.

Paper Princess cuddled Annan in her arms, vigorously ruffling his hair, and whispered softly, "Your grandmother is so fierce..."

"...Grandmother has woken up already?"

Annan was somewhat surprised: "I thought it would be a few more days."

"But... why didn’t great-grandmother contact me after she woke up?"

Did great-grandmother drink ’Forget the Young’ milk and forget about herself?

Annan felt a bit worried for a moment.

Paper Princess chuckled softly: "No, it’s just because you were underground, great-grandmother couldn’t reach you.

"Do you know, when I was flying back, I saw the whole world began to snow—endless glaciers are one thing, but even the United Kingdom and The Holy Nation, and even over the living deserts, it snowed.

"Keep in mind, it’s August now! This must be just after great-grandmother woke up, preparing to gather new intelligence through the blizzards. The moment the snow fell, great-grandmother knew you were no longer in Winter."

As Paper Princess spoke, she suddenly paused, as if deep in thought: "That rotting husband of mine has constantly been hiding underground lately, probably for the same reason..."

"Now then, Your Highness Paper Princess, hand over the Heart of Justice to me. The ritual is ready."

The Grey Craftsman beside her said with a beaming smile: "Annan, you can go lie down on the bed first... it’s the one directly facing the stove.

"Once you enter the nightmare, I’ll extract your heart of winter. Otherwise, we’d have to anesthetize you first which would be more cumbersome."

I get it; it’s like lying down on the bed just to be cremated.

At least now it’s stepped back a bit... turned into a bed that feels like you’re about to be dissected after lying down.

Annan complained to himself.

But still, he obediently lay down and closed his eyes.

The Grey Craftsman, holding the Heart of Justice in hand, chanted in a low voice:

"The Heart of Justice, selfless and fearless;

"The bearer of flame, who would rather die than be defeated;

"Life ends, flame persists; man flees, flame extinguishes;

"Lamb looks up, there must be a star—"

As he chanted, the Heart of Justice he held in his hand, like a luminous slime, was suddenly stimulated and released an even more dazzling brilliance.

Waves of light, like heartbeats, spread out in circles from underneath it, causing Annan and Paper Princess’s long hair to flutter as if caught in the wind.

It floated in the air, turning into a sphere. Placed in the center of the ritual by the Grey Craftsman, a number of black and red rune chains extended, locking it firmly in the center.

And the Heart of Justice indeed remained steady, steadily floating in the center.

"Next is the Egg of Dream Condensation... Your Highness Paper Princess, would you like to watch?"

The Grey Craftsman politely inquired to Paper Princess.

Paper Princess hesitated for a moment, but still nodded: "Great-grandmother asked me to bring Annan over... I’m not occupied with anything lately, so I will stay here."

What she actually meant was she wanted to keep an eye on Annan.

Although the Grey Craftsman was a quite qualified ancient god, leaving Annan’s life and death entirely in his hands, Paper Princess still felt somewhat uneasy.

The Grey Craftsman, however, did not mind at all.

He just beamed and said: "Having such a beautiful witness like you is also my honor."

Witness—this was quite a high EQ way of putting it.

But thinking about it, could Paper Princess be considered the client here...

Mumbling to himself, Annan closed his eyes and relaxed his mental defenses, allowing himself to fall into a sleep state.

He had always been particularly good at controlling his own body.

Before Annan’s transmigration, he could let himself fall asleep in three minutes, even when suffering from headaches due to things like colds or fevers.

And this might also be a talent of his own...

Thinking this, Annan gradually lost consciousness.

This time, unlike a normal nightmare, he didn’t experience the sensation of falling as he entered the nightmare; everything around him just gradually became silent.

——Thump thump!

Annan heard the sound of his heartbeat, clear and distinct.

The sound was like a drum from the heavens, pumping through every vein in his body. Annan’s whole body vibrated with each beat.

——Thump thump!

——Thump thump!

Annan gradually felt the intervals between heartbeats becoming longer and longer, doomsdayer and more "settled" like a basketball dropping on the ground, bouncing lower each time.

Until the end.

——Thump thump.

After the last throb, Annan no longer heard his heartbeat.

In a state as if asleep yet awake, Annan heard the fluttering wings of moths.

And the calm voice of a middle-aged man:

"My story begins with the rise of a new day."