Super Righteous Player
Chapter 222 - 220 Inscription_1

Chapter 222: Chapter 220 Inscription_1

Clearwater Street No. 44 had completely transformed into a towering giant tree.

Moreover, with Benjamin’s modification, the giant tree that had just been transformed from a house now looked even more realistic.

Initially, the bark of the tree was abnormally fair and clean, which appeared somewhat abnormal—a normal tree could not possibly have such smooth bark after reaching this size.

But under Benjamin’s conversion, the perfectly symmetrical giant tree gradually became distorted and slanted. The bark turned rough and bumpy, gradually showing signs of natural erosion.

Eventually, even a sparse grassland grew around the entire tree. Moss could be seen near the roots, and traces of dust were visible on the leaves.

Only after sealing the ritual did Benjamin turn back to Annan and nod slightly, "Your Highness Annan.

"The rest is up to you."

His meaning was obviously to leave it to Annan to explain this "suddenly appeared giant tree."

However, this wasn’t difficult for Annan either.

The residents of Clearwater Street had always been very sparse. This wasn’t a rich area in the usual sense but a temporary residence allocated to officials—Viscount’s mansion was at No. 11 Clearwater Street, while No. 1 to 10 were concentrated office buildings of Roth Fort.

Just as Notre Dame would choose to buy houses elsewhere... Other officials would do the same.

Otherwise, if the Viscount of Roth Fort wanted to search their homes for contraband, it would be far too easy. And under the Viscount’s watchful eye, many things were not convenient to carry out openly.

Now that the Viscount "died in an accident," they dared even less to stay near Clearwater Street. They feared being mistakenly associated with the incident by their colleagues, or being targeted by Annan after becoming familiar to him as a scapegoat.

There were hardly a few households on this street now. By the time they returned, Annan could easily fool them with any made-up excuse.

"No problem, Master Benjamin."

Annan also nodded and respectfully bowed to the newly appointed Pope.

His lips curved into a gentle smile, "Or should I say... Your Holiness?"

"Either is fine."

Benjamin nodded.

As time passed, the transparent flames that burned around Benjamin’s body at all times gradually subsided. Although his presence was still dazzling and noticeable at a glance... it no longer had the heart-shaking brilliance it did when he first stepped out of the house.

Annan pondered.

...Is this what it looks like when you have a golden soul, ignite the soul, and extract elements?

Is this the appearance of a soul burning?

"Then I will take my leave now... Your Highness Annan."

Benjamin didn’t look at anyone else, just respectfully told Annan, "If there’s anything, you can directly summon the man in the mirror.

"If there’s more you need my help with, my lord will contact me."

"Wait a moment, Master Benjamin. I have a question..."

Annan grabbed Benjamin’s sleeve, asking in a low voice.

Benjamin interrupted Annan’s words, "I know what you want to ask.

"Indeed, I did see you then. But I don’t know... why you were there."

Benjamin’s somewhat vague words left Salvatore and the others unable to understand and quite confused.

But Annan had already understood what Benjamin truly meant:

Benjamin did indeed see Annan, who was unconscious by the seaside, when he left the ship.

But Benjamin didn’t know where Annan had been washed over from.

Annan questioned further, "So, do you have any clues?"

"What I can confirm is..."

Benjamin pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "At that time, there was a ’scent of the Leviathan’ remaining."

"...Leviathan?"

Annan was taken aback.

A name he hadn’t heard.

Was it some kind of "influence"?

Benjamin nodded, affirming, "Yes, one of the three supreme creatures of the mysterious lady."

"Considering that at that time you weren’t a Transcendent yet... I removed that residual influence."

— The breath of Leviathan.

Annan murmured, committing this new name to memory.

At last, some new clues had emerged...

The reason for his survival after being cast into the sea might have been the protection of the mysterious lady—or at least the protection of "Leviathan"—who transported him near Frostwater Harbor.

The "Reversed Inscription" on his soul was likely inscribed at that time.

With this in mind, Annan asked further, "One last question... Do you understand inscriptions?"

Upon hearing this, Benjamin paused slightly.

He nodded and then shook his head.

"I can’t say I ’understand’, but rather that I have ’heard of’ them."

Benjamin spoke slowly, "Inscription is an ancient knowledge lost in the Second Epoch and belongs to the highest level of mystical knowledge.

"Today, only those ancient False Gods born right before the end of the Second Epoch or the Twelve True Gods might still use inscriptions.

"All curses in this world manifest in some form of ancient runes. As the highest-level language, inscriptions can be integrated into any sentence and have the highest priority in interpretation... thus, inscriptions are ’the power to change Curse Bindings.’ Those Transcendents with fatal Curse Bindings place their hopes in inscriptions.

"Its existence is not a secret in itself. The cost of using this supernatural skill is not considered high. The reason many churches offer ’inscriptions’ as one of their highest rewards... is because inscriptions can only be etched by the Pope or the deities themselves."

"Different deities control different fragments of inscriptions, and the only one who possesses all inscriptions is known by the alias ’Speaker of the Heavenly Language,’ the mysterious lady."

Benjamin glanced at Annan and added, "If you need inscriptions, you could entrust the person in the mirror. He can learn from the mysterious lady."

"I don’t have such a need for now..."

Annan slowly shook his head, pressing on, "So you’re saying, every Curse Binding can be etched with inscriptions?"

"Correct, but that doesn’t mean the Curse Binding will necessarily become stronger; it might also become weaker. The power of inscriptions is reflected in ’self-understanding.’ Each Curse Binding can be etched with one inscription, but only one, and once etched, it cannot be modified. The choice of which inscription to use will directly alter the established Curse Binding."

As he said this, Benjamin paused briefly.

He might have guessed why Annan was asking this...

So he immediately elaborated:

"...All supernatural powers in this world originate from curses. Therefore, those ’special talents’ that people are born with are also a form of Curse Binding.

"It’s just that the runes of these Curse Bindings are not visible on the surface but are inscribed within the soul. In other words—these are ’innate Transcendents.’ Because they are born with their first Curse Binding. Its effect is like having a binding ’that remains effective until death.’

"This Curse Binding doesn’t attract the curses accumulated in the Mist but accelerates their growth. Another benefit is the ability to etch an additional inscription.

"Not on the body, but within the soul—this carries risks, but it is also an opportunity. Because an inscription etched in the soul will necessarily change the essence of the soul... this will directly alter their talents."

"However, which inscription corresponds to what effect, and what role it plays in different Curse Bindings... probably only the mysterious lady knows."

So that’s how it was.

Annan nodded.

He had gained some understanding of how he acquired the Reversed Inscription...

Considering "the breath of Leviathan" that remained, it was likely that the mysterious lady had personally etched the inscription for him.

This meant that something must have happened between "Annan Winter" being cast into the sea and Annan himself waking up on the shore.

This event not only saved Annan but also afforded him the Reversed Inscription by the mysterious lady, allowing the original "Heart of Winter" to evolve into a wholly unique bloodline ability never before possessed by anyone.

Although Benjamin modestly said he didn’t quite understand, you seem to understand quite a bit...

"Thank you very much. I have no more questions."

Annan came back to his senses and respectfully responded to Benjamin.

Benjamin hummed in acknowledgment and added softly, "I heard your conversation with the Silver Baron...

"If you’re going to the Royal Capital, remember to call on the person in the mirror first. I can temporarily change your appearance. Furthermore, if the fourth Prince intends to return to the Royal Capital...

"Remember to remind him that—no matter what—the Geraint family will always, and only, follow the direct orders of the King."

It doesn’t matter who sits on the throne.

Annan understood the unsaid part of Benjamin’s message.

He nodded, "I understand."