Super Righteous Player
Chapter 694 - 235 Illusory Overhead City_1

Chapter 694: Chapter 235 Illusory Overhead City_1

The masked "Lily Rasputin" aboard the treasure ship "Silver" was undoubtedly Euphemia Melvin, who had run away from home years ago.

Up to this point, Annan had been unable to verify the correctness of this speculation.

It was Selicia...

It was her response at the time that convinced Annan that his line of thought was correct.

Previously, it was merely a speculation, but verifying such a speculation wasn’t going to be terribly troublesome.

After all, in this world where "everything will be forgotten in the next loop", even if one makes incorrect contacts and choices, it won’t have any impact. While this Otherworld was created to seal the skeleton king, for Annan... it served another purpose as well.

——In the outside world, there are some words and actions that can cause the situation to spiral out of control and lead to an "unforeseen ending". If it were a game, one might call it a "hidden ending" or an "Easter egg" of sorts, where the biggest secrets are usually hidden.

But the biggest difference between reality and games is that "reality cannot be reloaded".

This means that if one wants to pursue the so-called "hidden storyline" ending, they must give up the existing, inevitable "normal ending".

It’s a very difficult choice to make.

Or rather, it’s precisely because one can reload and restart over and over again in games that the sense of joy attained at reaching the ending isn’t as substantial — precisely because "achieving this ending" is an initial objective that all players start off with, its value is thereby reduced.

Compared to a full platinum or hidden ending, a normal playthrough seems "less flavorful"... Even if the hidden ending may not have as much content or impact as the regular one, people still chase after it. It’s as if designing a hidden ending automatically makes it more prestigious and original.

And in this eternal nightmare of infinite recurrence, the condition of "being able to reload" is precisely fulfilled.

This means that Annan can obtain some information that is normally unattainable through some destructive means...

Like when Annan gave his real name to Selicia.

Although she would temporarily obey Annan’s orders and tell him everything she could, this also meant that obtaining certain information would become even more difficult.

She could tell ordinary people, she could tell Elle who was a stranger and a passerby. But she could not tell Annan.

——There must be such things.

If everyone is going to lose these memories at the end of this loop, it would seem quite wasteful not to take such a rare opportunity to interrogate and gather some precious information.

This matter could possibly ruin the image of Annan in the players’ hearts.

So this time, Annan didn’t bring Longjing tea with him.

To control the madness of Longjing tea, he was sent home — undoubtedly the safest place that would best satisfy the need for "pretense".

Evenings are naturally for rest, and leaving home would require a reason.

In the beginning, Annan was worried... If Yufimia had obediently gone home, it wouldn’t have been easy to find her residence in that towering building.

Fortunately, Euphemia Melvin was not that kind of person.

Finding her wasn’t an exceptionally difficult task.

——Her physical characteristics were too memorable.

Her hair was as heavy as mercury, a silver-gray color with strands hanging down straight; towards the ends, it suddenly turned into purple-pink curls.

Such a discordant hair color, one wouldn’t easily forget after seeing it just once. Not to mention the metal mask covering the upper half of her face, giving her the appearance of an angelic beast...

Annan and Selicia didn’t even use any Transcendent abilities, nor did they resort to using Longjing tea’s police privileges; they simply asked around and found Euphemia with the investigative capability of an average person.

At that moment, she was strolling leisurely along the gourmet street — holding a can of coconut juice in her left hand and several hot skewers in her right, biting off a good portion of food from several skewers in one go, and chewing vigorously.

Considering the thickness of the wooden skewers sticking out of her waist pouch, Euphemia must have been eating like this for quite a while.

"...Lily?"

Because this appearance differed too much from her usual self.

So much so that when Selicia saw her, she couldn’t help but fall silent for a moment.

She tentatively asked, "Is that you?"

"Ah, Captain."

Euphemia seemed to have no doubt that "Selicia would eventually find her."

The moment she was called, she greeted Cesilia without hesitation, "You’re a bit late. Was I not the first on your mind? That’s really sad. I thought you’d find me sooner..."

She spoke of sadness, but her voice was loud and boisterous, apparently devoid of any sorrow.

She turned her head, and upon seeing Elle, she paused, then her lips curved into a smile as she greeted, "Hey, little Elle... didn’t expect you to come in too. Weren’t you an angel though?"

She clearly hadn’t forgotten the sight of Elle suddenly transforming into an angel and flying away.

However, she didn’t seem to dwell on it too much.

Noticing that Elle’s attention was focused on the coconut juice in her left hand, she smiled and handed it over, "It’s coconut juice, very tasty. Among several drinks, this one tastes the best to me... It’s not only fresh but also very sweet. Want to try?"

Obviously, she had already bought a round of the "Otherworld’s" beverages.

Otherwise, it would have been very difficult to reach such familiarity.

As the architect of this Otherworld nightmare, the grave-granny must either be able to see precise projections of the future, or she extracts "modern" life fragments from the players’ memories to absorb as material... and instantly constructs this complete, albeit slightly smaller, "Otherworld".

Annan inclined towards the latter.

Because in this world, there are things that are quite unnecessary.

The greatest feature of the Mist World, apart from the Curse Binding concurrent with curses, is the "ritual" that began with the Mysterious Lady.

Although this power is mastered by the "Mysterious Lady", even as more people become aware of it, the mystery does not fade, nor does the power diminish.

Because the essence of the ritual is "renting" Transcendent power.

The unanimous control by various countries over the mysterious knowledge that could create Ritualists isn’t because it would weaken the ritual’s power, but because the "mysterious knowledge" itself is too dangerous.

If a ritual fails, it leads to various disasters—earthquakes, tsunamis, torrential rains, droughts, or even house explosions, the townsfolk succumbing to nightmares one after another, all participants in the ritual going mad, or simply a reduction of lifespan, destroying the ritual venue... Whatever the outcome, it’s very troublesome.

On the other hand, possessing the power of ritual makes ordinary people quickly inflate with pride—they lack the Curse Bindings that restrain Transcendents, they’re devoid of the many scattered thoughts that disappear when one advances to silver, acting recklessly without concern for the consequences.

In other words, controlling the rituals isn’t because having more Ritualists would weaken the power of rituals... it is simply because the violent institutions of the earthly kingdoms can’t suppress or deter those folk Ritualists from abiding by the law with their military force.

Then, with the advancement of technology...

The miniaturization, obscurity, and officialization of rituals are the inevitable path of development.

Moreover, over the centuries, new and more user-friendly rituals will inevitably emerge. Because rituals can be created as long as they comply with certain rules and can be integrated into the "Truth" system.

But according to Annan’s observations, this "Otherworld" was closer to a quasi-Earth world view "with some Mist World settings adopted."

It almost completely shielded any non-spell ritual development. It’s more like an imaginary metropolis formed by adopting the spell knowledge of the Transformative school and other schools, combined with the technology of around the twentieth century on Earth.

A thought of Genesis...

The power of the grave-granny even caused Annan some anxiety.

What now made him hesitate was,

whether every one of the twelve True Gods had the same caliber of power...

Or was it that the grave-granny was special?

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