Super Righteous Player
Chapter 1249 - 282: An Evolutionary Tune Should Be Here

Chapter 1249: Chapter 282: An Evolutionary Tune Should Be Here

Rather than calling it the Melvin family’s inheritance,

it would be more accurate to say that it is an earthbound curse entwined upon the surname "Melvin."

As long as the Melvin clan still resides on this land, as long as they continue to accept the "Melvin" education—that is, becoming Divine children—the curse cannot be eradicated.

The so-called "Divinity" is essentially becoming more like the intangible god in nature. By means of the law of similarity, one attains a certain divinity.

The precognition, telekinesis, and creation powers of the Divine children are, in essence, because they fundamentally belong to the clergy of this "intangible god."

Of course, according to the terminology... they cannot be called clergy yet, but rather "Shamans" or "Prophets". Gold rank Transcendents, indeed, have the capability to bestow others with special abilities through various means, but it is not systematic.

Just like those false gods—such as the Wolf in the Valley, who are worshipped by some. After prayers, these delusional gods can also give some kind of response to the fools.

Among the many connections, the connectivity of Idol magic is the most solid and effective. Because Idol magic is originally the "method of creating gods."

[Melvin] is not even the soul of an ancient being.

From the very beginning, it was a fabricated entity.

It is the "Protector" collectively imagined by all Melvins.

Simply put, the collective imagination of the existing Melvins constructs the image of a "god among men", defines its nature and provides power to it; then through the blood sacrifice of the advancing Gold "successor" to nourish this illusion, giving it flesh and blood.

Once nurtured, Divine children are cultivated through the law of similarity. By "resembling the god", they draw power from this image and enter the path of the Transcendent with the highest efficiency, becoming the new generation of Idol Wizards.

The entire process is self-sufficient.

If there is no external interference, this system can keep operating on its own.

Generation after generation of Melvins firmly believe that the god among men exists, and that there are successors of this god in every generation—nearly a hundred silver rank Idol Wizards, believing so from generation to generation, until the "god among men" not only became real but also grew stronger with each generation.

Its power far exceeds the limit of a Gold rank Transcendent.

Because it has no soul, and no body.

It is merely "will."

The entire land surrounding the Melvin family is Twisted by this wish.

In the end, this curse buried deep within the earth surged against the current of this prayer and contaminated the thoughts of every Melvin.

When they are on this land, they become incoherent in their speech. They develop faulty memories, believing in illusions that the "god among men" exists, that the successor is still alive...

All Melvins maintain this "similarity" with an odd way of living, continuously providing power to the "god among men". But when they leave this place, they fail to notice anything wrong at all.

Whether it is Sumarokov or Yufimia, or Frederick, or the Melvin who got his head blown off in the White Tower—once they leave this land, the Melvins starts to return to normal.

Their finely honed instincts make them faintly aware something is amiss, hence they are reluctant to return home. They develop an instinctive fear of their own family.

And once they return, and come into contact with others, they are rapidly assimilated.

Indeed, Melvins possess "Divinity", and they indeed need to cultivate divinity through Divine children.

—Because every Melvin is actually part of this "god among men"!

"So Twisted..."

Annan sighed: "A malevolent spirit of Melvin, is it."

"Such insolence—"

The Melvins chanted unanimously.

The ground suddenly began to shake and crack.

A brilliant golden light spilled from beneath, as if something was about to burst out from it.

—Here it comes.

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly, bracing himself.

What exactly does the god among men look like...

Under Annan’s gaze, a gigantic being approximately seven to eight meters tall materialized from the light spilling out from the earth’s veins.

It was not a giant of light, but rather a luminous demon formed from "desires" and "obsessions."

Just by looking at its appearance, one could tell how Twisted it was—

The "God in the Flesh" summoned by the Melvin family wasn’t even human.

It resembled a curled-up baby, yet also dried shrimp. Its head was twice the size of its body, which was bloated with what seemed to be a glowing liquid, while its limbs had withered to resemble shrimp legs.

This baby was about seven meters tall.

And from its back, sprouted strange "wings."

They were wings woven together by countless "arms." The original arms grew out from the baby’s back, as long and as thick as those of an adult—new arms emerged from the palms of these, each slightly smaller than the last, and yet another set of arms sprouted from their palms.

So on and so forth, endlessly nesting. The arms at the very tips resembled chubby baby limbs.

If left to grow wildly, they would look more like a hedgehog than shrimp.

But in reality, these "arms" overlapped and entwined, forming two massive wings.

Not feathers, but butterfly wings.

Excessive arms bent downward, wrapping around the twisted, deformed legs of the baby, and piled up to form a base.

It resembled a structure akin to an "insect chrysalis."

If not for Annan’s adaptability to the Radiant Element, he might have thought it was a light butterfly struggling to emerge from its cocoon. But precisely because Annan could see through all light, he could see beneath the surface glow and discern its Twisted nature.

Meanwhile, those of the Melvin had lost their consciousness.

They curled up, hugging their knees, head lowered.

Numerous converged hands of light enfolded them, weaving them into tiny chrysalises. It was like being bound by a spider, ready to be consumed.

"The Unborn Butterfly..."

Annan murmured.

His expression grew increasingly solemn.

Because he truly felt threatened.

It was undeniably not merely a Gold Rank but a foe of the Truth Rank!

The next moment, Annan suddenly perceived an even greater threat!

All around Melvin’s residence, one after another, formidable opponents appeared.

They were all handsome young men and beautiful women in their twenties.

Naked, with vacant expressions, their bodies of normal human build, and with wings made of light resembling Phoenix butterflies on their backs. They were flying gracefully, their movement through the air drawing trails of light, circling overhead and subtly encircling Annan.

But it wasn’t just a simple encirclement.

The paths they flew were themselves a ritual, a magical formation.

"...You shall honor me."

Annan closed his eyes and chanted softly, "For I have torn apart the light within the mirror, to walk above fate—"

An unparalleled brilliance overflowed from him.

And Annan continued to chant.

The light of those "butterflies" around him gradually dimmed, not because their light was fading, but Annan was growing increasingly bright:

"I am the Charioteer, the one who commands six hundred stars to descend from below to above, into the Merkabah Hall! I am the Chariot, I shall open all gates of the realm of light!

"I shall open the triple gates: I shall open The Gate of Gaze and Shaping, I shall open the gate of Good and Permanence, I shall open the gate of The Worm and the Cicada—"

Only after Annan entered the Gold Rank could he finally make full use of this ability!

With the Curse Binding of "Endymion Yet to be Born," drawing energy from his noble fictitious persona.

Fully unleashed...

—Ritual Spell: Trace of the Chariot!

The next moment, the sky tore open a large hole.

The clouds retreated around, the blizzard split by itself, and the grand and lesser wards were breached. A heavenly beam of light, converging from the boundless starry skies, fell upon Annan!