Super Righteous Player
Chapter 1127 - 178: Trembling Brain

Chapter 1127: Chapter 178: Trembling Brain

Opposite to the Heath Tower of Black and the Jade Tower.

The Tower Master of the Lava Forbidden Tower does not reside at the top... but at the very bottom of the Wizard’s Tower.

——Indeed, the Lava Forbidden Tower is the opposite of the other Wizard Towers.

After all, the power source of the Jade Tower comes from the Jade Record, and the power source of the Heath Tower of Black comes from the Eternal Sacred Flame, both stored at the topmost level.

"Eighteen floors underground..."

Once his feet were firmly on the ground, Husky, who had quickly regained his spirits, couldn’t help but quip: "This home address sounds a bit hellish."

"Hellish?"

Isaac was somewhat puzzled.

Still feeling a bit weak in the legs, Thirteen Fragrances wearily explained, "It’s like, it has a vibe akin to the Underworld..."

"Then you’re exactly right,"

Arthur said.

"One of the core concepts of the Lava Forbidden Tower is [Descending into Hell]."

"Just like our Jade Tower’s [Stairway to Heaven], huh..."

Isaac pondered.

In the Jade Tower, apprentices can gradually rise in rank as they learn. As their knowledge increases, they can enter higher levels of the Wizard’s Tower. This process itself is a ritual that gradually "purifies the rising desires of the Wizard apprentices."

"Yes."

Arthur nodded.

"The process of learning destruction spells is, in itself, the process of stepping deeper into hell."

Initially, those apprentices who only mastered some destruction spells without becoming Transcendents... they were no different from the other Wizard apprentices studying various spells.

But at the bronze level, the destruction Wizards begin an essential transformation.

Their body temperature starts to rise gradually, and if their skin gets cut and their blood contacts air, it will suddenly heat up, possibly burning themselves, revealing scars. When they die, the searing blood inside their bodies will become uncontrollable and consume their flesh.

One of the materials for the profession "Destroyer" in the ritual of class change requires using a special vessel to draw the "blood of destruction" from a dying destruction Wizard, which rapidly heats up and becomes uncontrollable.

To be precise, the criterion for death for a destruction Wizard is not the traditional "brain death" or the mystical "soul leaving the body," but whether "the heart has stopped beating"—it is when their blood is no longer pumped by their heart and stops circulating.

Originally, the "searing blood" which is just relatively high temperature and further heats up when exposed to air... once it stops flowing, it rapidly transforms into "blood of destruction" that can burn their bodies to ashes or even cause an explosion.

This "blood of destruction" can be refined into an "explosive fluid," even if not used in rituals.

And if poison is crafted using the blood of destruction as a material and used to envenom a dagger, one can obtain the standard-issue cursed items of the [Venom] series.

[Venom - Intensifying Pain], [Venom - Cardiac Failure], [Venom - High-Temperature Plasma], etc., are the Roaring Fang family’s secret techniques.

——The materials used to create [Venom] naturally come from the accidental deaths of their classmates and colleagues.

"The deeper you go on the path of destruction, the further you stray from the human world."

Arthur paused for a moment before softly saying, "Like... the old me, for example."

To maintain the destruction Wizards’ status as "mediators" and their detachment.

There are many things they must not even touch.

What are trivial flaws for other Transcendents could spell the undoing of a destruction Wizard. One might say they lead lives even less carefree than some ordinary people.

And as the number of "mediations" they conduct gradually increases,

Their humanity also fades bit by bit.

At first, they might still be filled with righteous indignation, with a "fire of justice" kindling in their hearts. But not all mediations are beneficial to both parties... nor is there always a clear right or wrong in every mediation.

As their mediations conclude, and subsequent issues gradually arise; as they witness more and more injustices; as they go through experiences of "no good deed going unpunished," "correct judgments misunderstood by others," "suspicions, doubts, and jealousy from people," the fire of justice in their hearts will gradually extinguish.

By that time, they will no longer feel the pain of "having to make a fair judgment." Instead, they deal with everything that seems absurd to ordinary people in a calm and rational manner, using their own deterrence, relying on their own experiences and judgments.

And because Wizards of Destruction of silver rank and above necessarily harm innocent bystanders upon their death,

They usually "do not die well."

Even if a Wizard of Destruction dies naturally, they still explode.

When they feel their time is near, they find a quiet place to die. They would call upon their friends and family—if they have any. If they have no kin, or even no friends at all, then they would call upon their mentor to witness their death.

The so-called "witnessing"

Is actually to suppress the activity of the destructive blood at the moment of their death through a pre-arranged ritual, and to extract as much of their blood as possible.

The remaining residue of the destructive blood can still consume their bodies or cause a small-scale explosion, leaving no remains behind... but at least it will not kill or injure ordinary people.

"For this reason, hardly any Wizards of Destruction live long lives. Since we know that we are certainly not going to die well in the future, when we feel too exhausted and hopeless... we choose death.

"In other words, our pursuit on the path of destruction, is also a gradual pursuit [towards hell]..."

As they spoke, the elevator had descended to the eighteenth level below ground.

They had seen from the outside that the lower part of the Black Tower in the lava, had already submerged in the molten rock. Surprisingly, the temperature here was not very high... It felt just warm.

The deep red, chunky walls around them looked like layers of scales. They were like the shell of some gigantic creature or the layered rock formations inside a cave.

They emitted a faint glow—or rather, light was seeping in from the outside.

It was a dark red light. The lighting was even "uneven," sometimes brighter, sometimes dimmer. These sources of light were like clouds, moving slowly.

This gave off a sense reminiscent of a KTV or a bar’s psychedelic atmosphere.

This place also lacked a ceremonial platform or a desk, unlike the Jade Tower and the Heath Tower of Black.

In the deepest part of the Black Tower in the lava... there was a deep red hot spring.

——That was not lava.

But for the moment, Annan couldn’t determine whether the liquid was deep red in itself or had turned deep red due to the monochromatic light.

And the Tower Master was in the midst of that hot spring.

He... or it—its form—deeply shocked Annan.

It had the science fiction-like appearance of a "brain" cultivation vessel, somewhat like the transparent container Alba used to store Orange’s head in Kara no Kyoukai.

Many intricate runes were etched inside the vessel—with numerous fine, blood-vessel-like dark red lines spreading continuously inward.

What was this vessel storing?

It wasn’t even the head of the Tower Master.

——It was a trembling white mass of brain tissue.

Annan heard clearly.

The Husky beside him... swallowed.