Super Righteous Player
Chapter 372 - 369: Blood of the World_1

Chapter 372: Chapter 369: Blood of the World_1

Nicholas slowly opened his eyes as he sat in the chair.

In his calm, lake-green pupils, there was a divine gentleness and compassion, free from both malice and benevolence.

He moved his head from side to side, slightly easing the stiffness of his neck from sitting motionless for a long time.

Nicholas let out a gentle breath, reached behind to comb through his white hair, tied it into a ponytail, and then used a piece of rope from the desk to bind it. He pushed the apparatus on the desk to one side and picked up a phial of sky-blue elixir the size of a little finger from the reagent rack and drank it down in one gulp.

Just then, a steady and suppressed voice of a middle-aged man came from behind Nicholas:

"Where have you just been?"

"Just stepped out for a bit."

Nicholas wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand and turned back to answer softly.

Behind him, there was no living person.

There was only a life-sized plaster statue sitting cross-legged on the ground. Its troubled expression reminded one of a philosopher, eyes slightly closed as if contemplating something.

But the statue lifted its head and glanced at Nicholas.

The dull middle-aged voice emerged from it, "You drank the ’Soul Elixir.’ Have you injured your soul?"

"Hmm, got scratched by the Paper Princess’s ’red’ and ’yellow,’ but it’s no big deal. She did take out the ’blue’ pen, but didn’t use it to attack me."

Nicholas answered calmly, "My soul is more orange-toned, so taking a hit from ’red’ isn’t too much of a problem."

"How did you provoke the Paper Princess?"

The statue’s voice sounded dull, "She’s usually in a good mood, isn’t she?"

"I saw Annan."

Nicholas smiled faintly, and after taking out a tube of pale yellow oily reagent and drinking it down, he softly said, "Just went to say hello."

"...Annan Winter?"

The statue paused for a moment before continuing, "Has he come to Noah?"

"Hmm, just arrived. But unlike what you told me before, Father, his soul isn’t the color of snow... it’s rainbow-colored."

"That means his ritual was a success."

The Father stated steadily, "But that has nothing to do with your work.

"Focus on your work, and do not contact Annan anymore."

"But my work is to produce poison dust, and Annan is the most well-known of the Otherworld kind, right? I need some of his blood and soul shards to make sure the poison dust is also effective against Otherworld kind."

"Don’t overthink, your job is only to make poison dust, that’s all. Not to mention Annan’s uniqueness, even if the poison dust works on Otherworld kind, it’s not an excuse for you to attack other beings from the Otherworld. A swordsmith should not use his swords on people... You’re nearing a taboo."

The Father said flatly, "Besides, even if you get his blood and soul, will you really use them just for experiments? Do not forget how your creator died. Do not forget how the legacy of Hermes came to an end. Do not underestimate the memory of the gods.

"—Do not attempt to touch the forbidden."

"Alright, I understand... I won’t make the same mistakes my father did."

Nicholas let out a helpless sigh, "So let’s lay our cards on the table, oh Father of Stone. What exactly do you plan to do with the Hermes Dust? You have me create this stuff, constantly changing the formula, and yet you never disclose your purpose... This unreasonably adds to my workload.

"I need to know its use and objective. It’s a perfectly reasonable request... You may not understand the alchemy of the Hermes school, but I do."

Upon hearing this, the stone statue behind him remained silent for a long time.

Then the humanoid stone statue stood up and walked behind Nicholas.

"...It’s about time too."

In a deep voice, the Stone Father said, "Do you know how the Elves perished?"

"Was it due to Curse-Magic?"

Nicholas smoothly answered, "By using curses as a medium of transmission, they drew on the world’s own power as an energy source. It’s an incomplete creative force... A limited degree of ’wishing it, makes it so’ ability.

"The Curse-Magic extracted what we call the Blood of the World. Originally, it could naturally recover, but as the elven population expanded, and the scale of Curse-Magic use gradually increased, it slowly weakened the world’s barriers, causing our world to gradually overlap with others... leading it to be cursed by the world itself."

"Is that what you’ve come to understand?"

The Stone Father nodded and said calmly, "That is largely correct. There’s just one thing that I need to correct.

"This world has always been colliding and overlapping with other worlds. Nightmares are not something that have only existed for a few eras; our world has many Books of Truth as its backbone, and Father Prometheus granted us Elemental Power to take on flesh... making it even harder for other worlds to confront us.

"Whether it’s the Void World or the Dreamworld, or even the ends of the dream realms... it’s only after Curse-Magic weakened our world’s barriers that the ’collapse of the worlds’ incidents occasionally occur, permanently exiling some creatures of our world to others. Which means—"

"...That means, without using Curse-Magic, creatures from other worlds can be exiled to ours?"

Nicholas quickly grasped what the Stone Father implied.

It was like the collision of two ships.

If one must inevitably be damaged... then, with the complete cessation of Curse-Magic, the Mist World would gradually regain its vitality. Then, creatures of the Void World or the Dreamworld might be exiled here due to the breaking of their own worlds—just as creatures from our side could be banished to other worlds.

For the world, this was undoubtedly a victory.

But for the tiny creatures that live on this world, "terrifying creatures descending from the Otherworld" were a far more imminent and terrifying disaster than "forever losing a few strangers."

"It’s good that you understand."

The Stone Father glanced at Nicholas and extended his stony hand to pat his shoulder, "The Dreamworld is still relatively stable... but the Void World has started to break apart over the years. The current scale of invasion is still small, so the Red Knight and the Silent Lady are able to hold them off, but as the Void World breaks further, more and more creatures from the Void World will fall into the Dreamworld and the present world.

"However, this could also be an opportunity for us... You should know that the ’True Philosopher’s Stone’ is the Void Realm Blood."

"...So that’s why you summoned me?"

Nicholas, with a complex expression, spoke softly, "Because I inherited my father’s memories and abilities?"

"Because he was ’the second Hermes’, and you are ’the second Nicholas’."

The Stone Father answered flatly, His tone unchanging as if He were a real statue, "Hermes was able to collect Elemental Power and artificially create a Philosopher’s Stone... You may also be able to transform invaders from the Void World into new Philosopher’s Stones. We do not need Hermes Dust that can cause effective harm to creatures from all Otherworlds, but rather, a portable consumer product that can extract and refine the power from the corpses of Void World creatures.

"Since it’s inevitable that creatures from the Void World will fall into ours, we shouldn’t think about how to minimize the impact or alleviate the disaster... but whether this situation can be turned into a favorable influence. In the end, the answer we gave was—yes.

"If the remains of the Void World creatures could be turned into something akin to the Philosopher’s Stone, and used to feed back into the world through the Elves’ Curse Cellar, the flow of Elemental Power in the world could be further enhanced... Later on, it might not just be the Golden rank, but Silver could kindle the Elemental Flame.

"Perhaps, one day, we might even be able to completely dispel these damned mists. Let the earth bask in the sunlight once again."

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