Super Righteous Player
Chapter 363 - 360 Paper Princess_1

Chapter 363: Chapter 360 Paper Princess_1

Just at the moment when Delicious Wind Goose made up his mind.

He suddenly felt an extremely strong abnormal sensation—

—as if bullet time had been activated.

Delicious Wind Goose clearly perceived that the space around him rapidly became sluggish and heavy. Yet it seemed that nobody else noticed this, as there were no signs of anything unusual on the faces of everyone on the street.

It was as if the flow of time had greatly slowed down, even to the point of pausing.

And in the moment immediately after time had completely stopped, Delicious Wind Goose suddenly regained the ability to move.

He had previously used all his strength trying to break free from that feeling of restraint, but to no avail.

However, when the world around him returned to normal, Delicious Wind Goose couldn’t hold back his earlier exertion and suddenly staggered forward, about to fall.

But before he could fall, he felt someone grasp his shoulder—and effortlessly pulled him back.

"I’m very sorry, young man,"

spoke a female voice behind him, giving off a sense of gentle elegance, "I’ve caused you a bit of trouble..."

Delicious Wind Goose turned his head and realized that someone had silently appeared behind him.

...No, rather say.

Was that really a human?

The unembellished, waist-long silver hair, the silver dragon horns with deep blue spiral grooves tilting upward like lightning, and the faintly visible silver dragon scales at the collarbone, beneath the ears, and at the temples...

—And most importantly, the face that was at least seventy percent similar to Annan’s.

She appeared to be just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old art school girl, but she exuded a peculiar mature aura. Her bust, towering high, was a size or two larger than that of Gangzi’s artificially enhanced one.

Was this Annan’s older sister?

He seemed to have vaguely heard before that Annan had an older sister...

That was the first thought that crossed Delicious Wind Goose’s mind.

Delicious Wind Goose felt his thoughts gradually growing stagnant.

His mind was completely occupied by the stunning beauty of the girl before him.

It was beauty on a conceptual level.

Beautiful to an almost illusionary extent—

Even though her face was very similar to Annan’s, one would only exclaim "beautiful" upon seeing Annan. But witnessing the girl before him, one would be struck by that beauty.

Delicious Wind Goose deeply understood one thing—so-called "beauty" had a shelf life.

In one era, one civilization might find thin, fragile girls beautiful; whereas another era might favor healthy, robust women.

Some civilizations regard growing a beard as beautiful, others value long hair, and some treasure hairlessness—as living conditions and social environments change, so does the definition of "beauty."

Or perhaps, "beauty" is the subconscious within human genes, grading the opposite or same sex that is more advantageous to the current living conditions.

In worlds where food is generally scarce, those who could grow plump appeared more beautiful; whereas in societies where only the lower class consumed high-calorie foods excessively, people began to pursue a well-proportioned body.

Lost in illusions, even his thoughts were becoming sluggish, Delicious Wind Goose vaguely sensed that... the girl before him was an abnormality that was "beautiful under any circumstances."

A monster that existed only in "fantasy."

Or rather, because of the anchor point that "she is beauty," Annan, who resembled her, appeared beautiful.

This was definitely not human.

But—unable to think.

Even his thoughts were gradually coming to a halt.

And this sensation of balance that could seemingly continue indefinitely, was broken the moment the girl spoke again.

Yes.

Though the girl’s voice was pleasant to the ear... it was within the bounds of human understanding, a commonality in the realm of mortals.

But in the moment she spoke, the "balance of beauty" had been disrupted.

It was as if her state of silent repose was her truly perfect form.

The moment she uttered words, Tasty Wind Goose regained his senses.

The girl said with a smile, "I’m very sorry. Seeing the expression on your face was just too beautiful—I couldn’t help myself and painted a picture of you. Would you like to buy this painting? I can give you a fifty percent discount."

"That mix of wariness and disdain, of self-control and indulgence, complacency and arrogance, yet also showing cautious and humble steps, it is a unity of contradiction and opposition.

"From your steps, I can see a disciplined warrior, trying to combat temptation with his own will... Let me guess, are you planning to worship the Goddess of Cup?"

The woman, who resembled Annan by at least seventy percent, asked with interest.

It was only when he heard the word "painting" that Tasty Wind Goose realized something.

Only then could he tear his gaze away from her face.

Looking intently, sure enough, there was a painting board on her back.

Even though it was just a painting board, it inexplicably felt like a shield.

At her waist hung a belt with ten brushes of varying sizes and models. If you add the four she held between the fingers of her right hand and the three between the fingers of her left hand—totaling seventeen brushes—they resembled sharp swords.

She was both an artist and a warrior.

"...Are you the Paper Princess?"

Tasty Wind Goose remembered the goddess he had seen in the newspapers a few days ago.

Although she wasn’t a True God, she was a subordinate of Yawen.

With that, the earlier near-stasis of time, and the visage that completely crumbled his will with just a glance, all made sense.

He respectfully bowed and inquired, looking at the ground.

It wasn’t an act of sycophancy.

It was merely that he feared the Paper Princess’s appearance and dared not gaze directly at the "beauty" that approached truth once more.

Tasty Wind Goose even began to doubt his previous convictions.

The resolute will he had crafted when he rose from the depths of defeat and reclaimed all his glory...

In this world, was it really something so rare?

The Paper Princess noticed Tasty Wind Goose averting his gaze, but she wasn’t upset.

"Oh my... did you see me in the newspaper?"

The goddess of beauty merely smiled and casually returned seven brushes to the pouch at her waist.

She wore a pure white robe without any decoration. Wrapped around her waist were four belts of various thicknesses and materials. Her collection of brushes hung from the different belts.

But this did not give off an austere impression.

Rather... on the Paper Princess, any adornment might have disrupted that balanced beauty.

Perhaps only Yawen himself could design attire for her.

And faced with what the Paper Princess said, Tasty Wind Goose once again recalled the portrait of the Paper Princess painted by the "famous artist Nigel Elliott" that he had seen.

Back then, he couldn’t help but admire and think "the Paper Princess is so beautiful."

But now, Tasty Wind Goose had only one thought:

What the hell was that he painted?

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