Super Righteous Player
Chapter 1080 - 138: Yawen’s Request and Agreement

Chapter 1080: Chapter 138: Yawen’s Request and Agreement

"Who specifically, you don’t need to concern yourself with. In any case, they were already blown up by the emperor, but The Worm really has escaped."

Yawen said this, his expression becoming serious: "Although it’s not my place to say... I know Rigret and Bode are sure to scold me. But I still decided to mention this to you.

"Only as the Celestial Chariot, sharing the same origin as The Worm, can you directly ’devour’ rather than kill it... Only the fully realized Celestial Chariot can completely master the power of destiny and not be interfered with by The Worm.

"If possible... Annan. I mean, after you ascend to godhood, if you are confident...

"—please use [The Sixth Aspect Book of Past Lives] to go to the future and hunt down The Worm."

Yawen had more to say, but Annan already understood his meaning.

Indeed, the Celestial Chariot could interfere, kill, or devour The Worm.

However, The Worm itself strongly counters the Celestial Chariot—it embodies the special concept of "killing the Celestial Chariot."

And even if Annan faced this counter and defeated The Worm... whether devouring The Worm would hatch an even more powerful Worm, Yawen could not guarantee.

But faced with the predicament of "The Worm escaping its seal in the future," it seems this was the only path. Because The Worm could see the past and the future, it had means to change the past from the future... If The Worm was not eradicated, then the world would become increasingly distorted.

That is the true "unseeable enemy."

"And to ensure your ascension ritual is not disturbed by The Worm..."

Yawen slowly said: "We actually thought of a strategy beforehand.

"That is to ask Moth Mother or Haoyun, to take you to another world. Find a suitable ’Otherworld level’ nightmare... a world where the ’Celestial Chariot’ has never been born, where you must complete the ascension ritual."

"What about Ingrid?"

Annan couldn’t help asking: "The Worm will change the past from the future, pushing Ingrid to complete her ritual."

"That’s even simpler."

Yawen says more lightly: "Just kill her.

"I saw them, those players from your family have started gathering here... right. Stone Father has already reported this to me."

"Ah?"

Paper Princess muttered on the side: "How do I not know about this..."

"You don’t need to know."

Yawen kept a straight face, glancing at her: "What do you have to do with it? If you’re so idle, just go help Annan find the [Heart of Justice] in the Grand Glacier. Rigret would definitely be happy."

"Uh..."

Paper Princess wailed: "But it’s so far away..."

"Far? You’re definitely going to turn into a dragon to fly there, or did you think about searching on foot? Forget it, just go now."

Yawen directly ordered: "Draw three paintings for me, consider it homework. Including the Heart of Justice, finish them within a month.

"The first painting should depict the glacier, with a High-Level Influence, the chill should at least seep out the window; the second should depict the freezing storm of The North Lands, the requirement is that it should invoke the same feeling of the chill as the Grand Glacier; the last painting is of you flying over the glacier... since you can’t see yourself, this requirement can be lowered a bit. Just make sure it can move and speak."

...What kind of devilish demand is this?

Annan was dumbfounded.

Yet Paper Princess just frowned: "Drawing is not a problem... do I really have to go now? I still bought some things for Annan, haven’t given them to him yet."

"Then tomorrow. As soon as possible. Don’t delay."

Yawen answered succinctly, "You are drawn, I know you too well. You are as lazy as I am, and if you keep procrastinating, you eventually won’t want to do anything.

"But even if I don’t move, my skills continue to improve. Since your talents are somewhat lacking, you need to try harder... otherwise, sooner or later, a new ’God of Painting’ will emerge and surpass you."

"I actually think that would be a good thing..."

"For this world, indeed, it would be a good thing. But it’s not for you, and I would still scold you for being lazy.

"I know you sell paintings to fund those untalented painters. That’s your idea, your career choice, and I won’t interfere much. But why do you paint such ordinary paintings?"

Yawen tapped his knuckles on the table again—Annan observed it was a gesture Yawen particularly favored.

During this brief conversation, Yawen had already tapped the table several times.

Paper Princess bowed her head like a student being reprimanded.

She whispered defensively, "The paintings I sell are customized according to the collectors’ proficiency. If they are mortals, giving them cursed paintings might harm them; if their aesthetic sense is insufficient, they wouldn’t understand if I painted something too profound..."

"Nonsense!"

Yawen’s voice rose slightly, "You are ’Beauty’ itself! Since when is it up to others to decide what ’aesthetics’ are? That’s just an excuse!

"You say you’re afraid that your cursed paintings might harm people—that I can accept. But then, why don’t you practice more regularly? Why not wholeheartedly create some cursed paintings, even if just for auction?

"You’ve almost gone seven or eight years without painting seriously, haven’t you? As a painting spirit, just a few strokes from you could produce a masterpiece in the eyes of mortals. But even if that painting is a priceless treasure to them, is it truly so for you?

"You teach those untalented but diligent painters, give them money, encourage them to paint seriously and chase their dreams—but what about you? How long has it been since you devoted yourself entirely to a painting?

"Do you think you are worthy of the teachings you give them? Do you think they would still admire you if they knew that the real Paper Princess, their idol, was such a painter?

"Or is it that you teach them this way because you feel it is ’right’, or simply hope to keep the painters around, making them love those paintings just as they love you? Or, maybe you are content just being ’a painting’ and being able to bestow favors upon painters?"

Yawen didn’t use any swear words throughout his scolding.

But his words were sharp enough nearly to make Paper Princess cry.

Annan quietly watched from the side.

He roughly understood why Yawen could break the spirit of those painters with his harsh words...

"I will leave now..."

Paper Princess said very softly.

She surreptitiously rubbed her eyes, then negated her previous statement, "No, I’ll leave tomorrow. Today, I want to make a full effort painting a picture for Annan.

"My skills haven’t regressed... I want to prove that I am still improving."

"As long as you haven’t regressed, I’ll consider it progress,"

Yawen said coldly, "As Annan puts it, ’Learning is like rowing upstream; not to advance is to drop back.’ Even I create for over twenty hours every day.

"Remember this, Elisa. When you stop, the world does not stop with you. As a deity and idol to those painters, you should set an example."

Having said this, Yawen turned back to look at Annan.

His expression immediately softened.

He added, "I know what you plan to do. Don’t worry; I will have my Pope support you.

"The condition is that you can’t plunge this country into war. If you damage the city, you must pay for its repairs; if your men kill a mortal, they must also compensate and apologize to the victim’s family. At the same time, you must not drag my Church into this—the only name that should appear in the history books is yours.

"If you can agree to this..."

Yawen said, his lips curving slightly upward, "I can make Ofelia Danisoya the next monarch of Dennisiowa."