Super Righteous Player
Chapter 339 - 337 Replay of Betrayal_1

Chapter 339: Chapter 337 Replay of Betrayal_1

As soon as Annan grasped the glass bottle containing "Angelo," he indeed entered into the CG as well.

But this time, the transition animation was very different from before when he entered the underground chamber and encountered "Angelo"—

Under normal circumstances, Amos would be gasping for breath laboriously while caressing his grandson’s jar, muttering to himself neurotically, "This is it... as long as I have this..."

Then he would turn around just as the figure of the big hammer brother bore down upon him and he would shout, "Elle, save me," followed by a verbal face-off with his father-in-law, and after being utterly out-talked, he would fall into impotent fury. Even his grandson had chosen his maternal grandfather over him.

—After that, Joseph would suddenly become like a senior sister.

For some reason, Joseph’s head was bitten off by Angelo, who had turned into a colored light orb. Soon after, the CG ended, and the players could only wait helplessly for their deaths.

There was no doubt that a crucial item was missing, leading to a Bad Ending (BE).

But this was undoubtedly a prerequisite ending.

Because only after reaching this ending for the first time could one gain vital information about "big hammer brother," "Amos," and "Elle," and sort out their relationships.

However, when Annan entered the CG this time... what he saw and heard was an entirely new scene, an unheard dialogue:

"...Are you satisfied now?"

Like a down-and-out stray dog, the one-eyed painter, stained with blood, roared tremblingly at the stillborn in the jar, "Is that enough?! Haven’t I done enough?!"

"—Bone Lord!"

As Amos’s words fell,

In the icy underground chamber, the frosted-over corpses let out a deep chortle:

"Hehehehe..."

In front of Amos, the long-deceased "Angelo" suddenly opened his eyes!

That pair of lifeless eyes, eerily spun around before instantly focusing on Amos.

"Of course..."

The Bone Lord’s incredibly deep voice resonated from within the jar.

Then, Elle’s crisp voice unexpectedly followed from behind Amos, "That’s still not enough."

Amos was suddenly startled and turned around.

Covering his gouged-out left eye, he let out a pitiful howl—

His eye socket was ablaze with flames.

In front of him, the image of Elle was distinctly projected.

She appeared as a somewhat blurry, blonde, blue-eyed girl in her teens, wearing a white dress that only covered down to mid-thigh, her arms hidden behind her back, smiling sweetly at her foster father, lover, idol, and the murderer who had taken her life, Amos.

But her left eye was a bloody hole.

The blood didn’t flow out but instead boiled restlessly within the socket.

It resembled neither blood

Nor magma... or perhaps solidified flame.

...After losing the left eye from Elle, was Amos able to see Elle’s spiritual body?

Annan pondered quickly.

He remembered...

The first time he saw the portrait of Elle... her left eye had been engulfed by a fresh, ever-expanding char.

At that moment, Joseph, standing in the underground chamber, also sharply inhaled.

He evidently saw it too—Elle’s spiritual body.

For a silver-tier wizard like him, seeing the spiritual body of a common person wasn’t challenging.

But upon seeing Elle, his actions hesitated. He wavered, unsure whether to approach...

"Elle..."

Amos murmured obsessively in a low voice, "My love..."

He slowly reached out his hand towards Elle...

Snap!

But the hand he extended was nonchalantly slapped away by Elle’s spiritual body.

"—Your love?"

The smile on her face grew more innocently charming as she spoke in a mocking tone, "Which is more important to you, your dreams, your career, or me?"

"I’ve asked this before, haven’t I, fathers...?"

When Elle spoke these words, both Amos and Joseph seemed to shiver at the same time, holding their breath.

The onlooking Annan finally realized something—

Amos and Joseph... what did the two endlessly entwined and warring figures in this nightmare have in common?

—They were both Elle’s fathers.

—And both abandoned Elle for their own pursuits.

Joseph let his ex-wife, his apprentice, take his daughter to remarry... He knew that his wife was a cannibalistic disciple of the Black Widow, yet he did not seek custody of Elle.

Because he had his work, he had his career.

And he was fully aware... that Elle’s mother, despite Joseph’s opposition, decided to give birth to Elle just to blackmail her mentor, to gain more benefits from Joseph, to tether herself to him.

The "Black Widow" she worshipped was a False God who specialized in such things.

Joseph knew all this, but he chose to refuse.

—He naturally loved Elle, but he loved his life even more.

So Joseph, for the sake of his career and Transcendent path, had given up on Elle... and when he came to Elle’s side, out of concern for his reputation, worried that Elle would speak ill of him and such, he hesitated to acknowledge her, even fearing to reveal his presence.

Unlike his decisive divorce, Joseph’s uncertainty when facing his daughter, although not directly related to the tragedy itself... was an indispensable "prelude."

He could have stopped all this in time.

Because when he arrived at Frostwater Harbor, Amos hadn’t even initiated the first ritual.

This would be his lifelong regret, but he no longer had room for repentance.

And Elle’s second father, Amos—who was also the man she loved—regarded Elle as a "potential Sacrifice" and initiated a trade with the Bone Sovereign... in exchange for the talent that had dried up and no longer grew within him.

Though on the surface, the ritual would only sacrifice a small part of Elle.

But he was not a stupid man.

He agreed to the ritual yet feared it... because in his subconscious, he had already considered such a possibility for the future.

Still, he decided to proceed with the ritual.

Because he had his own pursuit.

He certainly loved Elle, even more than himself.

—But he loved art more, and he loved his talent more.

"So... the special nature of this nightmare is ’repetition’."

Annan came to a sudden realization.

It was precisely for this reason—the nightmare had fascinated the Bone Sovereign for decades, keeping him in Frostwater Harbor, reluctant to leave.

...Because at its core, this was a "repeated betrayal."

The nightmare itself was a ritual!

Every time the nightmare was conquered, it signified a repeated betrayal.

All participants had no memory, yet tread the same path, reliving the same tragedy... because once they entered the nightmare, they subconsciously projected themselves onto Amos.

Thus, with each repetition of the nightmare, the Bone Sovereign grew stronger by one part.

And to realize all this...

Without knowing when, the process CG had already ended.

Annan felt he could control his body again.

He looked at Elle’s Spiritual Body with a complex expression and said in a low voice, "If I’m not mistaken...

"Miss Elle," Annan deliberately avoided using any of her surnames, "you must retain all the memories from these over three hundred nightmares, right?"

"It’s one thousand eight hundred thirty-four times."

Elle spoke softly, "Whether you win or lose, I’ve been watching... I’ve always been watching."

And behind Annan, "Angelo" with the voice of the Bone Sovereign chuckled as well.

"Yes, she’s always been watching. Through her left eye, she’s seen everything."

The "Angelo" inside the bottle spoke in an incredibly mature and low voice, whispering, "And I’ve always been listening. Through this umbilical cord... listening to her cries, her heartbeat, her breakdown, her whispers, her hatred, her suffering, her love, her song.

"—Yes, I’m listening.

"Of course, I’ve always been listening."