Super Righteous Player
Chapter 451 - 448: I Shall Lead the Charge_1

Chapter 451: Chapter 448: I Shall Lead the Charge_1

[Annan’s Sidearm]

[Type: Weapon/Accessory (Deep Blue)]

[Description: The original noble sidearm of Tan Juan Geraint, sturdy, lightweight, and elegant; after being used repeatedly by Annan Winter with the Frost Sword Technique, its internals suffered damage, further icing the blade. Now, the internal damage has been repaired by Salvatore.]

[Effect: The bearer will suffer from the Curse Binding "Extreme Cold Cutting"]

[Extreme Cold Cutting: When it inflicts "slash" damage on living enemies, it can also deal hard-to-dispel frost damage; when it inflicts "slash" damage on specter or soul-type enemies, it can turn all that damage into frost damage]

...Ah.

It’s similar to that weapon, the [White Guillotine].

That sword is too heavy and huge, unsuitable for carrying.

So Annan only took three cursed items with him: the Elf’s hand, Annan’s Boning Knife, and Annan’s Sidearm, as well as a backpack to hold the Boning Knife... The Healing Potions were also stored here by Annan.

"Well, I’m off then."

"Everything is in my hands now, senior," Annan said gravely to Salvatore.

"Trust me."

Then, he nodded to the Silver Baron, who had appeared beside them at some point.

Without waiting for Salvatore to respond, the Silver Baron tossed a silver coin at Annan.

Like turning into a shadow—Annan instantly vanished from Salvatore’s sight.

"...I haven’t even said goodbye to him yet."

Salvatore’s arms fell limply, a bit dejectedly.

He murmured softly, "Survive... Annan..."

"When he comes back, you can tell him that," the Silver Baron said gently to the somewhat downcast Salvatore.

The next moment, he too tossed a silver coin.

He vanished on the spot, following Annan.

The spot they were in was less than two hundred meters from the fiercely burning Heath Tower of Black.

At this distance, Annan could already feel the intense heat wave bearing down on him.

But as the heat approached Annan, it was naturally cooled by the cold breath he exhaled. The ground beneath Annan’s feet also crackled, suddenly breaking into fine cracks from the abrupt chill.

"...Is it in there?"

"Yes."

The Silver Baron nodded calmly, suggesting, "But there’s still one thing you haven’t prepared for."

"...There’s more?"

Annan was about to say that he had prepared everything to the limit.

Even against a demi-god, he could fight.

But the Silver Baron just shook his head.

"Do you know... why he is your Fifth Mirror?"

"Because you and he both use the power of others to achieve your own ends. The Fifth Daylight of the sun is the world reflecting in the eye... That is to say, your similarity yet opposition to him lies in—"

"...His undead, and my players?"

Annan suddenly understood it all.

So, that’s why the Silver Baron wanted me... to first attend Henry VIII’s funeral, right?

Could Henry VIII’s sudden death be my fault?

Because they had to hastily give me this power, so...

Annan dispelled his hesitation.

"What am I hesitating for..."

He murmured softly, "There’s only one enemy.

"So, I’ll use all my strength—kill him."

If it’s using all my strength, then not even a little of it should be spared.

The players are powerless against The Pure Medium, but their undying selves are enough to stand against those specters... at least to protect Annan’s back.

"So, it is like this..."

In the palm of Annan’s right hand, the rune that resembled a power button slowly lit up.

He closed his eyes and whispered softly, "If you can hear me, please come help me..."

At that moment, Annan saw two new buttons added to his backstage:

[Generate Promotional Video] and [Set Teleportation Point].

The second one is fine... But when did that first one get added?

Annan paused.

He was too used to leveraging his own strength, that he forgot—he was not alone.

—He has never been alone.

He was not a king who could be bullied, alone.

"But now it’s half-past five in the morning..."

With such an urgent summon, how many could he gather...?

To them, it was just a game.

Even though the players understood that this was a true Otherworld, what they gained from here brought no benefit to their real selves.

They couldn’t bring back any special abilities.

Nor could they bring back any treasures.

All was but sacrifice.

Disturbing their sweet dreams, or ruining their work or study schedules for going to work or school... to unpreparedly use them as tools in my hand to challenge formidable enemies.

How many will come?

Annan murmured softly, closing his eyes.

No matter how many he summoned, he would surely win.

Under their watch, he would win with honor.

Generate, promotional video—

After Annan clicked that button, the world in front of him suddenly unfolded.

Like an illusion of climbing.

The hand reaching upwards, the light in the abyss.

The light suddenly expanded.

Annan saw Salvatore and many apprentices threading their way between the Heath Towers of Black.

Salvatore caught up with a girl, patted her shoulder, and asked, "Are you really okay? I see you’re still hesitant."

"No... Teacher, actually there is still..."

The girl said shyly in a soft voice, "It’s just that I’m too embarrassed to say it..."

"Just speak up. No one is going to laugh at you."

Salvatore rubbed his dark circles, showing off his signature dead-fish eyes and speaking in his characteristic gentle tone, "We’re a family."

The scene shifted, and Annan saw the wizard apprentices slacking off and whispering during class. Clarence frowned, scratched the blackboard with his long nails, and let out a cringe-worthy squeak.

"Pay attention to the lesson!"

He said sternly, "If you don’t listen now, what will you do in the future?"

There was a boy muttering softly below, "It’s not like we necessarily have a future..."

Then he was stared at by Clarence and sheepishly hung his head.

The scene shifted again to Clarence confronting a younger Bernadino in the black muck.

"How are my students?"

Clarence asked Bernadino coldly.

And countless golden chains bound Bernadino.

The scene moved to Bernadino... revealing the corners of his mouth suddenly turning up into a contemptuous smile.

"Heh."

And that barely audible snicker.

The scene shifted again, Bernadino holding four bloody long nails.

Bernadino chuckled, "Fate, to cut fate. Until the end, he still believed in such things..."

Annan’s voice, loud and clear, rang out:

"—But as long as it can invigorate the spirit, to crawl along with me."

He was in the abyss, slowly reaching out to grab the incredibly fragile spider silk, and shouted aloud, "Then let’s go together!"

Then came Annan’s climbing.

The long climb.

The hopeless climb—and the unsurprising fall.

"Give up, Hugo... You don’t stand a chance. If you surrender, I won’t harm your students anymore."

Bernadino’s voice echoed in the darkness.

"You are... in a hurry?"

Another voice Annan had never heard before also sounded across from him.

In the black abyss, as if an invisible and colorless flame had ignited.

And Annan was still falling.

Yet the light in his eyes shone brighter.

"Humans..."

Annan murmured, gripping the rope for the one hundred and first time.

His whisper echoed at the bottom of the hopeless abyss:

"How can you ascend without wings?"

Even though he spoke such desolate words,

His lips nevertheless revealed a brilliantly radiant smile, his pupils more luminous than the stars.

Failure could not defeat him.

"Had enough rest?"

Annan’s voice resounded at the bottom of the abyss: "As long as it can invigorate the spirit, to crawl along with me—"

"Then keep up!"

Like ants awakening.

The crowd slowly followed Annan, climbing the rope countless times.

The camera climbed along the abyss upwards.

And upon leaving the glowing peak,

It became the furiously burning Black Tower being looked down upon.

"In truth, the Heath Tower of Black is facing imminent disaster."

The Silver Baron’s voice came from off-screen: "Apart from you, Feng Hohenheim... and Longjing tea, it’s possible that all the wizard apprentices of Black Tower have perished."

That was followed by the grandmother’s voice: "It seems you have found it, something that can only be done in Noah."

"...Yes, grandmother."

Annan’s voice slowly rose in the darkness: "For the sake of my friends, I need to defeat a formidable enemy."

"Everything is up to me now, senior... Trust me."

"Survive... Annan..."

Salvatore’s hoarse voice came in a low tone.

Annan slowly murmured that name:

"Bernadino..."

Then Hugo’s cold voice followed.

It seemed to overlap with Annan’s voice:

"If you want my soul, then come and try to get it."

In the end, the camera suddenly lifted, freezing on the fiercely burning Black Tower—and Annan advancing forward at the foot of the tower.

—Trailer, completed.

"...It’s actually quite well done."

Annan was silent for a while, murmuring softly, "Then let’s release it to the players."

Last, set the teleport point... to the [Heath Tower of Black].

"Those who want to come, keep up..."

Annan slowly drew his sword.

His eyes once again sparkled with that resplendent luster.

"And I will, lead the charge—"

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