Super Righteous Player
Chapter 426 - 423: Is it you peeping at me, Denton?_1

Chapter 426: Chapter 423: Is it you peeping at me, Denton?_1

"Heh heh..."

Annan narrowed his eyes, uttering a deep and arrogant chuckle, "The truth?

"Who exactly... sent you to trouble her?"

"The Final Work: David" stood at a height of 1.8 meters, his body muscular and robust — not evidently so when clad in outer garments. But once his shirt was torn apart by bullets, his form became strikingly intimidating.

Watching the two remain silent, Annan clenched a bullet that had lodged in his shoulder.

Under their horrified gaze, he slowly crushed the bullet as one would a walnut.

—And Annan’s health dropped another 3% due to this action.

"Enough."

Annan sighed with a bored shake of the head, "I’m tired of this."

He threw a punch, knocking down the one closest to him.

As he lifted his fist, the man had already instinctively crouched down.

But it was as if Annan knew his movements from the start.

The intended target of his charged punch was precisely where the man was halfway into his crouch!

From the perspective of the other, it looked as if the man had deliberately rammed his head into Annan’s fist—

This body was like a marble statue—a stone giant weighing over five hundred pounds, capable of breaking an iron sword with a single punch.

A direct hit to the nose, the man fell to the ground with a muffled thud, knocked unconscious.

The last one instinctively raised his gun, aiming at Annan.

Yet Annan simply grinned, staring back fearlessly.

"Why don’t you... try shooting?"

He said, and slowly, with an oppressive force, raised his right hand gripping the silver blade.

Annan stood still, like a statue.

He used his right thumb to point at his forehead.

"Shoot here—how about it?"

The low, hoarse voice was frightening.

The murderous intent it contained almost made the man’s grip on the trigger falter.

...Of course, Annan’s movements were so sluggish because he had already felt his heart of stone completely crumble from the previous blow.

Even standing still without moving, his life was ebbing away.

"If you dare not, give me the gun. Don’t waste time."

The man hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned the gun’s muzzle around and handed it over to Annan.

"We were just hired by someone, my lord. I have no intention of opposing you; please spare my life..."

The man beseechingly whispered, his reasoning clear, "I can answer anything you wish to ask; I can also leave my contact information. Should you need my services again in the future, feel free to find me."

Annan clicked his tongue silently.

If he had known these men were all ordinary and there wasn’t a single Transcendent among them... he would have transformed on the spot and begun slaughtering.

This indeed had been his oversight.

The previous shards of fear had been too focused on puzzle-solving, causing Annan to subconsciously develop a mindset of "how to use what’s available within the instance to break the code."

He hadn’t expected that someone’s fear could simply be "the fear of being unable to call for help."

This witch’s fear was somewhat similar to Denton’s... or rather, it was natural for wizards to fear "the inability to cast spells."

...But this shard of fear was not a genuine nightmare after all.

Since it was not a record plucked from the realm of dreams, it definitely constituted information the deceased wizard had already possessed.

—Why would The Holy Nation people be collecting spines?

Could it be that the preparation method for the Philosopher’s Stone from the Hermes school has spread to The Holy Nation?

That seemed unlikely.

...Or could it be that Denton’s fear had mixed in again?

Thinking this, Annan spoke with a gruff voice, "Before that, hand over your money to me."

"...Ah?"

Upon hearing such a demand, even the sole surviving man was stunned.

Annan growled impatiently in a low voice, "Hey, what do you mean by that?"

"Do you expect me to touch that filthy thing with my hands?"

Filthy thing...?

Is he referring to... "a corpse"?

The man hesitated for a moment.

He quickly realized that this might have to do with the strength of the Transcendent’s Curse Binding...

"Yes, yes... Please wait a moment..."

He immediately responded, handing his wallet to Annan.

Annan opened it and found about a dozen banknotes and four or five silver coins—by ordinary standards, that was already a lot.

He pretended to casually take out a silver coin and said flatly, "Is this it?"

"To buy a Wizard’s life... just with this small amount?"

"No, no—that’s not all, of course. There’s more, but it’s with the captain..."

The man answered in a low voice, shrinking back as he walked past Annan.

In fact, Annan had spared this man’s life for a reason; it was all calculated.

When Annan killed the first person, and as he slowly approached them, this man took the most steps backward and wore the most obvious look of fear on his face. That’s why he ended up at the very back of everyone.

From behind him, Annan suddenly asked, "So, who exactly is it?"

"Don’t try to fool me with the name of a protector deity... I’ve been abroad. Start looking and answer me immediately!"

"Yes, milord... We’re just mercenaries of Winter. ’Sores’ Old Bart gave us this job last month, along with a recording sphere that captured the ’Soul’s Subtle Noise’ spell. But as for who the real mastermind is, we don’t know either."

"Does that mean the other side doesn’t necessarily need the Wizard’s spine? Or not necessarily hers?"

"That’s not the case..."

The man, still picking up things off the ground and too scared to turn his head, explained in a low voice, "He also provided methods to counteract the Soul Snatching Spell and Idol Spell, but only the Decree Wizard can seal the enemy’s spells before meeting them. That’s why hunting her is the safest.

"The specific location... was separately investigated by us."

As he answered, a seed of doubt began to sprout in his mind.

He suddenly wondered why this man, with his rough manner, had hidden inside a wardrobe?

And... what about the lady of the house?

He had certainly heard her screams at the beginning. That place was so confined that it seemed impossible to hide two people—

He began to realize something and turned his head.

"—Bang! Bang!"

Two gunshots rang out without warning.

Annan, who had reverted back to a girl, didn’t hesitate to fire.

Since the control over this body was weaker, Annan wasn’t confident enough to shoot the head directly, so the first bullet targeted his back.

But the first shot went astray—Annan intended to hit the lungs or the stomach, then follow up with a shot to the head. However, the first bullet veered off to the shoulder and the second one unexpectedly hit the neck.

"Why did you turn back..."

Annan sighed, "Wouldn’t it have been better to play dumb at a time like this?"

After uttering those words, she immediately transformed back.

Then, she urgently used the silver coins to patch up the wounds on her body. The silver coins were not completely used up yet, restoring her health to 45% already.

Originally, Annan intended to wait until full health to kill the man.

—After all, since "David’s" body was of marble texture, the Silver Baron’s healing Divine Arts could not affect it. If Annan wanted to regain health, she needed to revert to her original form.

But, once transformed back, there was definitely a cooldown period. It was not possible to change back immediately... and that girl had absolutely no combat experience; using that body for combat was out of the question.

If it were The Machine that Hephaestus used to fix machines or Yawen used to repair statues, those Divine Arts might somehow be useful...

Annan’s vision dimmed and flickered, and she was once again in that shattered world.

As she obtained another shard of fear, Annan’s health had dropped to 45%. Many bullet holes appeared on her body, bleeding slowly... even affecting her movements.

And the painting Annan had previously entered was now completely burned to ashes.

But Annan narrowed her eyes slightly.

Suddenly, he spoke:

"—Denton, you’re watching me, aren’t you?"