Super Righteous Player
Chapter 67 - 66: Breaking the Declaration_1

Chapter 67: Chapter 66: Breaking the Declaration_1

Black Fire?

Upon hearing the name of this thing, Gerald turned and ran without any hesitation or delay.

He knew all too well the extent of their power...

Because this batch of Black Fire was exactly what Gerald had sold to Viscount Barber.

As expected, the door was opened from the inside. A skinny teenager, holding a bucket of Black Fire in his right hand and a lit torch in his left, looked confused and frantic as he tried to rush out.

He had no idea how the other party had become aware of the problem.

Considering that Gerald had the ability to control minds, the wandering child had taken a large detour to avoid being noticed by anyone in the Viscount’s estate, spending over half an hour to carefully make his way back to the door.

But he was still discovered!

"Wait, don’t run—"

But as soon as the child opened the door,

The mind-controlled guard did not hesitate, taking aim at the bucket of Black Fire in the child’s hand, and fired a shot!

The high-speed spinning bullet, at a distance of less than ten meters, inevitably struck the wooden bucket filled with Black Fire!

Boom————!!

The blast wave surged.

The scorching heat and the stench roared in, and a massive fireball erupted, engulfing both the child and the shooting guard!

But this was just the beginning.

The instant the flames of the explosion roared into life, the temperature in the air began to rise abnormally.

Subsequently, the Black Fire buckets buried nearby were also set off.

The subterranean fire burst out like a fountain!

Thick dark brown flames surged out, bursting into countless tiny droplets in the air, adhering to buildings and continuing to burn.

Flames billowing with terrifying black smoke rose from all directions, instantaneously setting the whole Viscount’s estate ablaze!

Explosion followed explosion, fire igniting more fire, coalescing into an intensely dense line of flame—if you looked down from directly above, you could clearly see two rapidly spreading lines of fire snaking outward, enclosing the entire courtyard within them.

"...Huh."

Gerald, watching the Black Fire ignite before his eyes, blocking the last exit, stopped his steps with a tinge of regret.

It was five seconds too late.

If that person hadn’t opened the door so hurriedly but had been shot dead inside after five more seconds, the timing would have been just perfect.

He would have been able to escape safely.

Not trapped in such a narrow space but entering the wider streets... into an environment where he could leverage his extensive control over the human mind, his home turf.

The bit player whose face Gerald didn’t even get a good look at, although seemingly ineffective, had bought some time with his life.

"Salvatore, you’re the one plotting against me, aren’t you?"

Standing amid the flames, he shouted fearlessly, "And you—"

"You counterfeit, fake! All of you come out!"

Only Gerald knew that this batch of Black Fire was actually defective.

It wasn’t one of the renowned wizard Benjamin’s alchemical creations but merely a product in name... that is, those that bore the label "Creator: Benjamin" but were actually crafted by his apprentices as inferior substitutes.

However, due to certain special reasons, its value was even higher than the real thing.

Black Fire is an extremely unstable and dangerous alchemical creation—not just high temperatures, but even intense shocks or vibrations could potentially trigger an explosion. It’s typically used for besieging, defending, or stopping enemy cavalry charges.

Therefore, the sensitivity of Black Fire is very important.

It would be best if the shallowly buried Black Fire could explode due to the intense vibration when a cavalry legion passes by.

But because of the Curse Binding by its creator Salvatore, this batch of Black Fire was incredibly inert. Not only was it unable to detonate when the cavalry passed over, but even hammering it forcefully might not necessarily cause it to explode.

As a hazardous explosive, it was entirely unqualified, but it became an effective sticky incendiary agent instead.

Not just Benjamin... even Salvatore himself did not think these defective, failed products had any value.

It was Gerald who keenly realized their value and specifically purchased his batch of "subpar goods" through internal channels anonymously. Then, when the time came, he sold them to the Viscount.

—— Yes.

This was, in fact, Gerald’s purpose.

Even Viscount Barber was unaware of how Gerald had used him.

[To witness "the creator" naturally being murdered by "his own creations", without any involvement on one’s own part]

That is the highest-ranking sacrificial ritual among all rituals related to the Bone Lord.

As long as this ritual was completed, Gerald would be able to officially advance to Gold rank.

...What a pity.

"Just a bit more."

Gerald sighed, "Just two more days..."

No one knew where that imposter who was pretending to be Tan Juan Geraint came from.

If not for his interference, if he had just arrived at Frostwater Harbor two days later, Gerald would have already successfully advanced by now.

He vaguely realized that this counterfeit might become his greatest enemy in the future...

"Are you thinking, ’This imposter might become my greatest enemy’?"

Annan’s calm voice sounded from beyond the veil of flames:

"But do you think you will have a future?"

—— The next moment, the scorchingly hot ground rapidly cooled down, cracking with lines, and the frost-white traces slowly solidified and spread.

The wall of fire slowly lowered, extinguishing upon the ground.

...A Disability Wizard, eh?

This detail did match with Tan Juan Geraint...

Gerald cautiously retreated step by step, until he was outside the area covered by the frost-white traces.

Seconds later, the flames lowered enough to create a narrow gap.

Annan and Salvatore walked through it.

Annan’s skin had become abnormally pale, devoid of any color, and his eyes blazed with a never-ceasing deep blue glow. His skin constantly emitted copious amounts of white frost, making his whole being appear like he was sculpted from transparent ice.

And that white mist quickly settled down, clinging to the ground and slowly expanding outward in shocks.

Was this...Frost Nova?

Without hesitation, Gerald lowered his head. He chose not to make eye contact with Annan and kept retreating.

Behind him, flames billowed, while in front was the unmelting ice cold.

The courtyard, which seemed spacious at first, became so cramped after being turned into a colosseum encircled by fire.

The players were all guarding outside—holding blades at the only gap, yet none of them rashly entered.

This was an order from Annan.

And Annan simply looked calmly at Gerald: "Isn’t it time for you to...

"Declare your attack?"

As Salvatore had said, Gerald possessed a rather fatal curse, but it was very powerful if one was unaware——

Its name was, [Curse Binding]:

[Before launching an attack on others, a warning must be given between three to ten seconds in advance, and the attack target must be revealed; the closer to ten seconds, the more the power will gradually increase. If the attack is launched within three seconds, then the attack will rebound upon oneself; if launched at three seconds, the power is deemed as double the normal value; if launched at ten seconds, the power will be at its maximum of three times; if launched after ten seconds, it’s considered as unannounced]

Gerald had not given himself a warning.

So he was now in a position where he couldn’t attack!

Meanwhile, Annan raised his right hand, murmuring softly:

"Element of frost——

"Let frost be the wheel, and David Gerald be the path!"

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