Super Righteous Player
Chapter 344 - 342

Chapter 344: 342

Currently, Defu saw Xitan Pulan as quite reliable.

Defu could be considered an elder of Jiu’er, and naturally, she was also an elder to Xitan Pulan.

Xitan Pulan’s father was the biological elder brother of Jiu’er’s dad.

Defu had met him several times in the past. He was an elegant and composed man... She couldn’t understand how he had a daughter who would go online every day to say things like "Isn’t this quite erotic?" and "This is pretty erotic too," isn’t it?

Every time Defu saw Xitan Pulan give her lectures on sexual preferences, she always hesitated to speak up.

She mainly wasn’t sure whether she was out of touch, or if there was something wrong with Xitan Pulan herself.

But at least on the matter of Jiu’er, Xitan Pulan had been very reliable...

It was at this moment that Defu suddenly noticed that Xitan Pulan had sent her a private message—on the top right corner of her screen, an email icon was flashing.

Speaking of the "private messaging" feature, Defu had long wanted to complain.

For some reason, in this epoch-making, high-tech game that could transcend worlds, the UI design seemed so amateur...

So Defu calmly opened the email.

Xitan Pulan, "Do you have any photos? Take a few more, while you’re a cat and Annan has no guard up... How about some photos of changing clothes?"

Defu was baffled all at once.

Defu, "?????"

Defu, "What’s the situation with you??"

Xitan Pulan, "Don’t get me wrong! I’m doing this to appease Jiu’er... Also, if Jiu’er asks you to send them to her, you better not send them."

"Even if you say that..."

Defu still hesitated.

In the end, she agreed to Xitan Pulan’s request.

"Meow..."

So Defu jumped down from the sofa and rubbed up against Annan’s bedside, meowing softly.

She stood up, her paws resting on the edge of Annan’s bed as she stretched her body and lazily arched her back.

"What’s wrong?"

Annan asked softly, "Do you want me to pick you up? Wait a moment, could you help me get my earrings... No, better bring me the necklace."

He had just hesitated, pondering whether to use the earrings or the necklace for his silver-tier vessel.

After advancing to silver, Annan had finally understood why those silver-tier wizards in "Nightmare: White Tower" had to unfold their Curse Bindings during battle.

Whether "Tower of Frost" or "Words of the Frigid Wind," both required Annan to unfold his Curse Binding before he could use them.

Moreover, aside from that...

Annan had not yet sealed the Curse Binding into a vessel.

He could feel clearly that his thinking was unusually sharp, and the curse within him was extraordinarily active. It seemed as if any spell, or even all transcendent abilities, could take shape instantly if he wished, and it significantly reduced the drain on his energy.

At the same time, the curse continuously consumed the curses in the Curse Binding, replenishing his physical and mental energy.

Annan had just woken up from a nightmare and coughed out many impurities of souls, leaving him very weary in spirit. But now, he had almost fully recovered.

Without a doubt, this was the "combat state" exclusive to Transcendents.

To describe it in gaming terms... this was an ultra-powerful buff that, once activated by an instant action, continuously consumed "Curse Force" to optimize all checks, increase agility, and steadily recover health and stamina.

Its most precious aspect was that, aside from Hunter-class Transcendents, Transcendents of other professions generally couldn’t directly consume or use "Curse," this primal force. And it also recovered quickly.

To put it bluntly, its only useful aspect was in boosting the success rate of rituals. Especially rituals like cursing and scrying the future, which involved confrontation with the target.

Beyond that, there was nothing else.

Resistance to transcendent abilities came from the power of vows and soul level and had nothing to do with Curse Force.

Only a Hunter-class Transcendent with many Curse Bindings could possibly activate over ten Curse Bindings in a short time, swiftly depleting Curse Force.

Transcendents of other professions would need at least two continuous hours of intense combat to deplete Curse Force by activating Curse Bindings.

Before that, other combat resources would already be exhausted.

Of course, if Curse Force were truly depleted, it would bring negative effects instead.

Firstly, all the positive abilities provided by Curse Bindings would become ineffective, then all Transcendent abilities above silver-tier would become temporarily unusable. Ordinary swordplay, archery, Divine Arts, and spells and special sword techniques below silver-tier wouldn’t be affected.

Moreover, when Annan looked down at his hands... he could vaguely see the extremely faint rainbow-colored halo emanating from his skin.

That was the color of Annan’s own soul.

It had penetrated the barrier of his body and revealed itself. It was like shining a flashlight onto the palm of one’s hand... Even Transcendents of the same rank could vaguely see this kind of brilliance.

Or perhaps, it was the color brought by his "Angel’s Left Eye" Curse Binding.

At the silver rank, Transcendents still could not directly "stigmatize" their souls.

Which meant... at this stage, the souls of Transcendents were actually transparent. It was only when they activated their silver rank Curse Bindings that their souls could shine brightly.

And it was quite identifiable.

"So, does this mean that a Transcendent at the silver rank or higher can see the identity of others when entering combat state..." Annan pondered.

This was indeed a critical piece of information.

It meant that in "anonymous" combat, one could not go all out. Otherwise, it would be very easy to expose one’s identity.

That’s why Gerald did not unfold his Curse Binding at that time...

The form, color, and the attached location of a silver rank Curse Binding, combined with the color of one’s soul, could generally pinpoint an identity. Even if Transcendents below the bronze rank might not see the soul’s color—though this was uncertain—the position and color of the Curse Binding alone could usually identify someone precisely.

Annan was quite fortunate.

His Curse Binding was within the eyeball of his left eye.

If he wore an eyepatch before the battle, activating his Curse Binding as soon as possible... it would be much harder for others to determine the position of his Curse Binding.

So, Annan gave up the "ring" that was far from his eye.

But considering that he still had to occasionally utilize the "Butcher’s Blade" Curse Binding. The earrings, studs, and monocle he had prepared previously were too far from Annan’s right hand, so he ultimately chose a necklace.

It was an all-silver necklace with a hollow center.

It could be inset with a gemstone.

After being cleansed by rituals, the gemstone could receive a slight Transcendent-level blessing.

The same was true for other studs, earrings, rings, and belts—Annan had pre-drilled them. But due to budget considerations, he did not set all the gemstones in place.

It would be better to choose them first and then buy and set them later.

After all, the size and number of gemstones used for earrings and belts would certainly be different...

Annan took the necklace brought over by Defu and casually picked up the cat to seat it on his lap.

Then he put on the necklace, removed the ring, and pressed the bronze ring against the necklace.

The ring wobbled for a moment, and suddenly fine cracks appeared.

Black mud flowed out from the ring and slowly infiltrated the necklace.

The rainbow-colored brilliance in Annan’s eyes also flowed out... like tears or slugs, sliding over his cheek without leaving any trace, only to drill into the necklace.

After the black mud and the rainbow-colored transparent colloid entered the necklace, it began to gradually shrink, and its mass started to lighten. It didn’t change any further until Annan felt that it was just right.

...Come to think of it.

Even though he had lost his sight, it seemed his eye wasn’t hollow...

Annan tentatively felt his left eye through his eyelid.

He found it extraordinarily hard.

Then, he boldly opened his eyelid and felt it again... but only touched a strange gemlike sensation.

Annan’s field of vision remained unchanged, and he felt no pain.

Although Annan’s perception attribute had already allowed him to attack and dodge with his eyes closed within dozens of meters, suddenly losing the vision of his left eye still made him feel somewhat unbalanced.

"I need to do some training before I can go to the Royal Capital..." Annan murmured.

Just as he had last time when he trained himself to use the perception attribute.

Considering his limited talents.

He would need to...

...train for at least a couple of hours, right?

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