Super Righteous Player
Chapter 436 - 433 Salvatore Arrives One Step Too Late_1

Chapter 436: Chapter 433 Salvatore Arrives One Step Too Late_1

"Victor...huh,"

Annan murmured.

Through the nightmare constructed by Denton and the traps set for himself, Annan could feel that Denton was entangled with the notion of "victory and defeat" throughout his life.

"...How utterly tedious,"

Annan muttered quietly.

Denton’s heart was filled with an almost pathological obsession with "victory."

He harbored a baffling sense of inferiority—he might have longed for others’ recognition but never received it, or perhaps he had experienced plunging into the abyss after giving his all.

From the fragments of his own fears, one could see that Denton’s greatest fear was suddenly losing his power.

This was enough to prove that Denton was fully aware of his own actions.

Yet knowing this, he still dared to undertake such a risky mission.

—To usurp a kingdom for the sake of a deity.

He did not crave immortality; he shouldn’t have believed in the Rotten.

"Or perhaps...his goal wasn’t to help the Rotten, but to control the royal family,"

If that were the case, Annan could understand—why had Denton controlled the fourth prince for so long without ever attempting an assault on Henry VIII or directly altering the king’s memory?

The reason was simple.

Because Denton wasn’t obsessed with the pursuit of power, nor was he headed to Noah’s Royal Capital. He didn’t genuinely want to usurp the throne... His desire was to manipulate the royal family at will with his own power. Victory only meant something when it was achieved under the rules set by others.

And it wasn’t about assassination, but lurking for more than a decade—like a game, manipulating the fourth prince to issue any command Denton wished as he pleased.

He planned to wait for Prince Philip to inherit the throne through legitimate means according to the game’s rules.

The Rotten truly deserved its reputation for being the most indiscriminate when selecting its followers.

Even those who do not believe in it at all and do not care about the power it bestows can be accepted as long as they are useful.

Or to put it another way... it’s typical of a deity that dares to offend even one’s own grandmother.

That’s probably the very definition of the fearless who have nothing to lose.

After all, the Rotten didn’t even complete its Sublimation Ceremony and ended up becoming a god without vulnerabilities... Its characteristic is an exceptionally tenacious vitality. Therefore, although it is the weakest and might be unable to confront a strong gold-tier Transcendent, it doesn’t particularly fear threats from other deities.

The advantage of being "more durable" allows it to keep its composure.

For instance, the ritual site of the Bone Lord, if one could venture deep into the Mist and break through the numerous traps and barriers personally set by the Bone Lord, it can be forcibly dismantled; whereas the ritual site of the Mirror’s Visitor can be disrupted if one can travel to the past.

The Rotten, on the other hand, is different.

Its ritual has not been completed yet... As such, it can’t even be dismantled.

Therefore, it is also the weakest of deities—possessing only one-seventh of divine power.

The Sublimation Ceremony that the Rotten originally constructed was meant for its own sovereign. After being betrayed by its king, it altered the ceremony slightly for its own survival and forcibly completed its own sublimation.

The result of this is that its Sublimation was imperfect.

It must allow the direct descendants of the royal families of seven nations to complete the ritual of the "Eternal Ones." And only by being the last survivor among the seven Eternals can it become a true deity.

Before that, it is merely a deity with one-seventh of divine power.

Incidentally, the "one-seventh" of the Eternal One that it completed is itself.

—Philip’s plan was to become a true "Eternal One" just like the Rotten. If he had no grasp of Transcendent power before, he could instantly become a superior existence among the silver-tier Transcendents with the allotted power.

"Eternal Ones" are not just about immortal longevity.

After all, they are candidates for godhood.

Apart from not having completed the "rotation of the four wheels" and not having obtained the "perfect essence of elements," all other tasks have been done. The only advantages the Rotten has over them are these two.

Once one becomes an Eternal One, their vitality far surpasses that of ordinary deities; only other Eternals who possess the truth of "eternity" can kill them.

Or rather, to take away the "power of eternity" that belongs to the other party.

Only tyrants who are determined to cut off royal blood and wholly abandon bloodline and kinship can become Eternals. Therefore, the ultimate victor can be called the "King of the Eternals."

Annan was previously unaware of what Philip wanted to do.

Now, he had a rough understanding...

Judging from Denton’s situation.

—Philip likely wanted to turn the tables on the Rotten.

Though where his confidence came from was unknown.

But if understood this way, one could explain why the rotful god decided so resolutely to give up both a gold-rank believer and a royal heir; why Philip knew full well about the rotful god’s ritual, yet offered no resistance whatsoever.

Because he was also using the rotful god for his own ends.

Worthy of the most despicable god, he even manages to be just that bit more contemptible than others when it comes to his own followers.

The Skeleton King could not have agreed more.

"What is all this..."

Annan sighed, threw back the covers, and prepared to get out of bed.

Just then, his door was hastily flung open with a bang.

A face full of urgency, Salvatore, accompanied by the calm and burly Captain Alexander, burst into the room.

They saw Annan, who was getting ready to stand up, and suddenly froze in their tracks.

Captain Alexander looked closely at Annan and then shook his head, releasing a quiet sigh of relief.

Salvatore remained rigid, his expression frozen, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

Annan raised an eyebrow and said with a light chuckle, "Have you come to rescue me, senior?

"What a pity... you’re too late."

"...Late?"

Salvatore echoed dryly.

"Yes."

Annan said, glancing at the bottle of pills by the bed and tossing it to Salvatore.

"—Because I’ve already taken care of the problem myself."

He said as much, "You are not up to the job, doctor."

Salvatore caught the bottle of pills clumsily and in a fluster, and took a closer look.

He then noticed that the pills inside had lost their sinisterly dull glow and appeared just like regular pills. Moreover, each pill was split perfectly down the middle.

"The curse has been... completely purified?"

Salvatore murmured.

He stood there pondering for a moment before suddenly rushing to Annan’s side, cradled his head in his hands, and closely examined Annan’s expression.

"Stop looking."

The shadow answered dishearteningly in his heart, "It’s really Annan.

"Can’t you see? He seems even more confident than before. He must have devoured Denton. What a terrifying man."

...Sorry, I can’t see a thing.

Salvatore responded mutely in his heart.

After all, he lacked that magical ability to see through someone’s eyes into their heart.

But on closer inspection, Annan did indeed seem to be in a particularly good mood...

After staring for a while, Salvatore sighed, withdrew his hands and said, "I don’t know whether to congratulate you on your safe return or punch you... I worried about you for nothing."

"Then congratulate me,"

Annan said with a smile, "After all, it’s your problem, isn’t it?"

"Uh... yes."

Salvatore sighed with reluctant acceptance and admitted, "Sorry, Annan..."

"No need to apologize, just offer congratulations!"

Annan said laughing, "At least in the end, it’s not a bad outcome at all!"

His pupils shone bright and starlike, his smile more brilliant than Salvatore had ever seen.

Only then did he truly believe that Annan was alright, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had been given a fright, had been tense for no reason, had brought in strong backup and had gone to great lengths to make a pill capable of invading another’s nightmare... now, it was ultimately unnecessary.

But Salvatore still believed from the bottom of his heart that with medicine—the less it was needed, the more reason there was to celebrate.

If there comes a day when everyone no longer needs it.

Then as a pharmacist, he should be happy, not sad.

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