Super Righteous Player
Chapter 441 - 438 Rebellion Mirror_1

Chapter 441: Chapter 438 Rebellion Mirror_1

Like a ghost.

As Bernadino turned to leave, preparing to search for the Tower Master, a twisted "human figure" suddenly appeared before him.

——It was a creature that one could only hesitantly describe using the term "human figure".

It had no hair, not even hands, and one could only judge its existence of legs by saying "it was standing".

It wore a black, faceless mask, on which a red symbol of "Alpha" was drawn, glinting with a red light. Cloaked in pitch-black, its excessively slender and elongated body resembled a ghostly shadow, tightly constricted by the cloak into a long strip.

Just like a living column that had risen from the silt pervading the Black Tower.

Yet upon seeing this figure, the young Bernadino curled his lips into a smile.

He squinted his eyes and bowed deeply to the figure, with a slow, courteous, and affected voice, "My Lord Hugo... it has been a long time."

"...It has been a long time, Bern."

Somewhat unexpectedly.

After a moment of silence, a youthful voice emerged from beneath the black mask, "It’s been over a decade, hasn’t it?"

"After all, you have fostered quite a number of remarkable youths."

Bernadino squinted his eyes, speaking in a composed and melodious tone.

With his shoulder-length curly chestnut hair, if one didn’t look at the terrifying alchemical runes tattooed on his skin, he resembled nothing less than a noble son.

Who would know that he was the son of a fisherman?

A despicable man who would stoop to any low to achieve his goals.

A fool who lost both the token given to him by his mentor, his adoptive father, his benefactor Father Ludwig, and all the money accumulated over the years as his travel and tuition funds.

A worthless wretch who, being good for nothing, could only trade his soul for a chance to alter his fate... an unquestionable "latecomer" who began his official pursuit of transcendence after living for over a century.

And standing before him, having lost his physical body, was the Tower’s Child, in his youth less than half Bernadino’s age and already accomplished.

The prodigy whom everyone looked forward to.

The genius wizard who successfully advanced to the silver rank at the age of seventeen.

The one who rescued him from the unfortunate hell... his only friend.

Of course, from the time the forty-three-year-old Bernadino met the seventeen-year-old Hugo, he had never been able to look directly into Hugo’s radiance.

Hugo was his only friend.

——But he was not Hugo’s only friend, nor did he even know if he could be considered as a friend. Or was it just... an act of pity? Or perhaps charity towards a poor wretch?

Now, however, everything had been reversed.

"Tower Master" – what kind of being was it? He had already understood.

It was like a hermit crab, a pitiable creature.

The "Tower" would still exist without its Tower Master, but how many years could the Tower Master survive without the Tower?

In Bernadino’s view, this was undoubtedly unfreedom.

——More than unfreedom.

It was nothing short of a voluntary sacrificial offering.

The mission of every Tower Master was to cultivate a successor, as well as a pact formed between the Tower Master and the Tower. Once the successor was qualified to inherit the "Tower," the Tower Master had to embed all his soul and curses into the body of the successor, merging with the successor’s soul.

It was less an individual and more a "collective".

The twenty-four Wizard’s Towers, brought from the east by the mysterious lady, had always been thus, passed down generation to generation.

Just like an "old face," the lair of monsters.

Now, Bernadino was about to break this cycle.

He planned to directly split and abduct Hugo’s soul, ending the Wizard’s Tower’s inheritance ceremony once and for all!

And Hugo was utterly powerless to stop it.

Did he truly escape hell?

Perhaps not.

——Because he is hell itself.

Bernadino’s mouth curved upward, "How do you feel seeing me here?"

"To be honest, not so good."

Beneath the mask, Hugo emitted a voice like that of a teenage poet—youthful, cheerful and gentle.

"I can feel it, this is Sir Isaac’s ’Inertia Refinement’... Have you also dug up his grave?"

"This was prepared especially for you, Hugo."

Bernadino said flatly, "You once told me yourself. Isaac was the founder of the Transmutation faction, the greatest transmutation wizard, the last alchemist.

"Every spell that uses Isaac’s model—based on the concepts of ’transmuted objects,’ ’pre-transmuted objects,’ and such frameworks—is an extension of Isaac’s elements. All of them cannot escape the fate he negated. And now, at least ninety percent of transmutation spells come from his invention.

"Even if you are now the Flame Pilferer of the Prometheus school, you still started as a transmutation wizard.

"Give up, Hugo... You stand no chance. If you are willing to surrender, I won’t touch your students anymore. Even if I don’t attack them directly, they will all die here once we begin fighting."

He did not come for the many spines within the Wizard’s Tower.

Of course.

If he expended too much power here... he wouldn’t mind replenishing his reserves here.

But Bernadino hadn’t anticipated.

After a brief silence, Hugo suddenly asked:

"——Are you in a hurry?

"Are you fleeing from the Bell Ringer or the Silver Baron?"

Upon hearing this, Bernadino’s expression instantly darkened.

He stared at Hugo deeply and then sighed heavily.

Unexpectedly, he responded, "The Silver Baron would not attack me. It would even block the Bell Ringer’s pursuit... because I cannot die at their hands."

"Why?"

"——Because I am ’The Mirror’."

Bernadino slowly replied, "I am the fifth cocoon of ’The Light of the Seventh Day’."

Hugo paused for a moment.

The red symbols on his face suddenly flickered.

"...The Light of the Seventh Day is coming? So The Void World is about to invade?"

"He has already arrived, it’s just that the mirror has not yet shattered, so he has not yet awakened."

Bernadino’s mouth corners slowly lifted, but the smile on his face began to fade.

"——’Fate is the Wheel of Celestial Chariot.’ The chariot has not yet passed, my fate has not yet solidified... then why can’t I fight my destiny?

"I drifted along for forty years before a nightmare woke me. I know this is the destiny I should not fight against, the Light of the Seventh Day is indeed the celestial chariot... but I want to do it, even if I can’t ascend for a lifetime, so what?

"If I can ascend before the fourth mirror shatters, I can change my destiny.

"For once in my life, I want to fight against my destiny. Even if it might implicate the entire world... it doesn’t matter."

He looked at the creature with Hugo’s voice and slowly said, "Standing before you is not ’Spiritual Prelate’ Bernadino. It is the future Reaper Bernadino.

"I am a god, or the bringer of the world’s demise. There is no other choice."

I am different now than before.

I’m a big deal.

I’m a remarkable person.

I am someone who has decided the fate of the world.

——At the same time, I am also a rebellious piece on the chessboard.

Bernadino looked at Hugo and declared, "To complete my great undertaking... I must have your flame.

"Resist me with all you’ve got, Hugo."