Super Righteous Player
Chapter 700 - 241 Sudden Heart _1

Chapter 700: Chapter 241 Sudden Heart _1

Despite Annan not having done anything, two people had fought to the death in a fierce battle.

Up until now, it had barely been less than an hour since the sky had turned dark, yet three people had either gone mad or died.

And furthermore...

"Elle" slightly raised her head.

With her emerald green, pure eyes, she silently stared at the distant, dark night sky.

She wondered if it was an illusion.

After those three people died, the sky seemed to grow even darker.

The night sky, already pitch-black, now looked like ink... the thick darkness almost seemed to drip down. The glow from the streetlights around became weak and feeble.

[Will this bring about any new effects?]

Elle asked in Annan’s heart.

She was somewhat worried.

"I don’t know. And there’s no need to know,"

Annan, controlling Elle’s body, answered lightly as he hopped and skipped along the street.

[But I am a bit concerned. This doesn’t look normal...]

"Of course, it’s not normal. It either accelerates madness, or it could be some paranormal event hindering us, or maybe it’s a weakening of the group or hallucinations..."

Annan answered leisurely.

[Then—?!]

Elle’s voice suddenly rose a lot.

The possibilities listed by Annan were much more terrifying than those Elle had thought of—she had originally thought this might just make people feel more tense.

But according to Annan...

Didn’t that mean things had become even more troublesome?

"Indeed, but it’s none of our business. If I let my attention wander to worry, will it behave itself and not cause more unforeseen incidents?"

Annan chuckled, "If that were the case, I would just have to squat at home, worrying about the world every day, praying for all beings... What a compassionate person that would be."

[So, You—]

"What I can do, what I have to do, I have already arranged it all."

Annan looked into the distance leisurely, "Indeed, this anomaly is concerning. But until it truly takes effect, any worry or conjecture without evidence is meaningless...

"Compared to that, what I can get from a conversation with him—that’s what concerns me more."

"Elle" said, and then stopped walking.

Her heels clicked gently together as the golden-haired girl in a white dress crossed her hands in front of her, displaying a gentle smile, "You agree, right?

"Arthur... Chief Wizard?"

"You should address me as Your Excellency the Chief Wizard, Miss Elle."

The young man with splendid golden curls stepped out from the shadows, puffing up his chest and raising his head.

He was dressed in a spotless white suit and white leather shoes with not a speck of dirt; underneath was an all-red shirt paired with a silver and red striped tie. This showed his fanatical love for "white and red."

Even an outfit from a different era did not trouble Arthur. He had somehow managed to make himself look very proper.

The dignity he maintained at all times, the meticulousness in his dressing, it was the self-esteem that sprang from considering himself of the highest nobility.

Not allowing imperfections in oneself—Annan read this type of personality from his subtle behaviors.

Those eyes, shining like molten lava, were so bright that at night they even made his already pale skin and pure white clothes seem to glow.

Just making eye contact, or even just seeing his presence, was blinding, and one had to look away.

"...It seems that you were well prepared for my arrival."

"Elle" smiled faintly, speaking softly.

"Of course. Who do you think I am?"

Arthur’s voice was utterly calm, "After I saw Lucia go mad... I took half an hour to get a rough idea of the situation. What kind of trouble we are in now, what I should do, what the rules of this nightmare are... You don’t have to waste words explaining these things to me.

"To save time, I’ll just ask directly—Which Cycle is this? Have you seen the Captain? How is she doing?"

"In the ascertainable history, this is the third Cycle."

"Elle" answered calmly, "Selicia is already dead—killed by Miss Lily’s summoning spell."

"I see..."

Arthur pondered, slowly nodding his head.

He extended his right hand forward, stepping slowly as if to shake hands with "Elle."

But "Elle" instead hid her hands behind her back. She gracefully moved backward with a dance-like motion, a mysterious and faint smile hanging on her lips, quietly watching Arthur.

Arthur’s pace suddenly stopped.

"...So you’re that kind of person."

He placed his outstretched right hand on his forehead, looking somewhat troubled.

"I really thought I could kill you with a simpler method."

"I’m sorry, Mr. Arthur."

"Elle" let out a clear voice: "But I had a friend tell me... unless necessary, it’s best not to have any physical contact with a Destruction Wizard."

"Your friend is quite superfluous."

Arthur stood still, displaying a perfectly standard, toothy business smile: "Otherwise, you could’ve died peacefully."

"May I ask a question?"

"Elle" quickened her backward pace, raising her voice to inquire: "You don’t seem to have lost your mind either. Why suddenly attack me?"

"...Asking such a question, it seems I have overestimated you."

Arthur shook his head silently, looking at "Elle" with an almost pitiful gaze: "Isn’t it a very simple logic?

"Since you knew this is the third cycle, and I knew nothing about it... yet you had no words that could persuade me, this implies that the clue to retaining memory is on your side—and in the past two cycles, you failed to convince me to join you. This means that I might also seize this qualification.

"Every nightmare must have its exit, the only difference being whether this exit can be reached by human effort."

Arthur said, as he placed his left hand in his pocket and resumed his slow forward steps.

His confident and collected strides were as if he wasn’t walking down a deserted alley but along a fashion runway.

The sound of his leather shoes clacking on the pavement carried leisurely on the evening breeze.

And "Elle" had already retreated to the dead end.

Arthur continued to speak slowly:

"You’ve repeated three times, yet couldn’t break out of this nightmare...

"I guess the trigger for going mad in this nightmare is probably ’beginning to fear, going against one’s deepest wishes.’ I understand the captain very well.

"The captain would never betray her wishes. She wouldn’t be the first to go mad; she must have been killed by someone—which means you’ve been trapped in this problem, unable to find a solution.

"Then step aside and let me do it."

Arthur said indifferently: "If so, when I rescue the captain and Lucia... I will try my best to rescue you too."

He said this as he took his left hand out of his pocket.

His left hand was somehow already girded with deep red silk gloves, as red as if clutching a burst heart—

Arthur reached out with his left hand toward "Elle."

"Farewell, Miss Elle."

He said elegantly: "Although you refused the best ’gift,’ I have the second best to offer you..."

And he suddenly clenched it tight.

"Cardiac Arrest—"

"’Cardiac arrest’... is that what you wanted to say?"

"Elle," unscathed at the end, tilted her head and smiled: "Unfortunately, it seems you didn’t get to see that scene."

"...What?"

Arthur was stunned momentarily.

The next moment, an uncontrollable terror gripped his heart.

An invisible hand formed by an irresistible... curse’s power instantly crushed his heart. The remaining curse power surged through his veins to his other organs, paralyzing them instantly.

Blood gushed from his mouth; his pupils constricted then dilated—everything in front of his eyes was swallowed by darkness in an instant, as his upright figure toppled forward, all strength gone.

And the last lingering image on his retina was the smiling Miss Elle.

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