Super Righteous Player
Chapter 715 - 256 The Absolver_1

Chapter 715: Chapter 256 The Absolver_1

It might be an illusion... Selicia felt that the time it took to awaken from the nightmare this time seemed extraordinarily long.

She even felt a bit groggy, as if she had overslept.

Selicia had not been purifying nightmares for the first time.

She had had such experiences since she was a teenager.

However, nightmares of the Otherworld rank were truly rare.

There were mainly two sources of Otherworld rank nightmares.

The first source was almost impossible to achieve... that is, to directly reach the end of the dream realm and come into contact with the projection of other worlds within the dream realm.

In such cases, the benefits of Otherworld rank nightmares were much lower—they were usually "local specialties" from other worlds. However, one only needed to obtain the "Egg of Dream Condensation" to enter these Otherworld rank nightmares.

The dream realm is the convergence of all worlds. The world where these players were, was also at the other end of the dream realm... Annan suspected that the world he originally came from should also be at the other end of the dream realm.

If these two similar yet different "Earths" could normally connect through the dream realm, then the nightmares there could also be called "Otherworld rank".

However, besides the gods who are sufficiently familiar with the dream realm, it is nearly impossible for mortals to enter. The connection between the dream realm and the Mist Realm was through nightmares—directly entering the dream realm meant "entering the world beyond nightmares".

—In other words, it meant to exploit a bug in the nightmare, to constantly break out of the map boundaries. And then one must still avoid other nightmares... to prevent getting stuck in another nightmare.

Because mortals cannot see the path in the dream realm, a slight misstep could mean being forever lost.

The other kind of Otherworld rank nightmare was the one left behind after a Transcendent of the Truth Rank or higher died.

Someday, Truth Rank would become gods. To reach the Truth Rank, one must possess a sublime false body. This means having completed the awakening of one’s elements, forged the Crown of the Supreme, and mastered the Book of Truth.

At this level, one only needs to find a Perpetual Motion Machine that can be used and complete a great deed to ascend to godhood.

So aside from becoming saints, or in special circumstances where a god forcibly kills someone at Truth Rank, basically Truth Rank is equivalent to being a god in waiting; and if the successor completed the inheritance of the sacred bones while the previous generation of saints was still alive, then this would not be considered "death of the saint"—because the one who died had already been stripped of the Power of Truth and regressed to the state before inheriting the sacred bones.

These principles all dictate that the conditions for the birth of Otherworld rank nightmares are very stringent.

—Real nightmares born from the death of a god.

Not projections cast from the dream realm, but rather parts of the dream realm dyed by the soul of the god—nightmares that could be entered physically.

It essentially amounts to the consciousness of the dead god tearing apart a piece of the dream realm, using this "material" to weave a "world for one" that allows them to cling to survival.

These are the fabricated Otherworlds.

The true Otherworld nightmares all come from one real world after another.

Their system of power, common knowledge of the world, and even races might be completely different from the misty world, but indeed they are "events that have happened" leaving marks in the dream realm.

However, the fabricated Otherworlds born from the fall of the gods are much more dangerous—because they are completely devoid of logic. They are merely born to satisfy the grievances of gods, to house the thought forms of gods... worlds filled with absurd and fantastical madness.

Just like the nightmare they had just purified.

The framework of the nightmare came from the memories of all those present, while the theme was determined by "Elle and the Skeleton Duke." The world’s rules were entirely up to them, and even something as significant as the absence of a True God could be decided by the will of the Skeleton Duke.

It was true; they had almost died.

If His Majesty Annan hadn’t come... they really would have been permanently sealed in this nightmare.

And if Annan had come but not contacted her, it would have been even worse... Most likely, her crew would have been buried in this nightmare.

But this also left Selicia somewhat puzzled.

Why did His Majesty Annan come directly to her upon entering the nightmare?

As if he knew she would be there...

...There was probably only one answer.

Selicia was not a foolish person.

She quickly realized... Annan had entered this nightmare much earlier than her memory allowed. This meant that she might have revealed some secrets to Annan during previous cycles.

This made Selicia somewhat uneasy.

Mainly because...

...had she withstood Annan’s severe interrogation? Had she let out secrets her teacher did not want revealed?

No, that’s not right.

If it were His Majesty Annan, he probably wouldn’t need to interrogate. He possessed the magic eyes capable of peering into people’s hearts... no secret could be hidden from him.

...Thinking this way, leaking secrets seemed only natural.

It wasn’t that she failed to keep secrets, but rather that Annan figured them out on his own.

Moreover, Annan had said he knew the purpose behind the teacher’s betrayal from the beginning... that mustn’t be a secret wrung from her. Because the teacher’s relationship with His Majesty Annan was indeed very close, so perhaps the teacher had even more contact with His Majesty Annan than she did...

At this thought, a long-lost sense of powerlessness and desolation returned to Selicia.

Ever since she acquired this beautiful and charming body, ever since she obtained a Transcendent power strong enough to dismiss the opinions of others, her past insecurities had evaporated like a bubble.

But now, upon this long-awaited reunion with Annan—she hadn’t even seen His Majesty Annan, she merely heard a few words through another person’s body, another person’s mouth, another person’s voice, and that familiar tremor and fear came surging back.

That feeling as if everything was known, everything under control...

Even though she was a Transcendent of the Gold Rank, Selicia still felt a fear that made her want to tremble... but beyond that fear, there seemed to be something else.

...His Majesty said he would arrange a meeting with the teacher for me.

As for the promise of pardoning my sins—Selicia didn’t necessarily disbelieve it, she just didn’t care much.

What she hoped for in being pardoned was to be able to sail to the surface. And the purpose of expanding her range of movement was still to find the teacher.

If only she could see the teacher once more—

Upon waking, she began searching for Elle.

Although previously she had only controlled Elle’s body to speak, since His Majesty Annan and Elle’s relationship was so intimate, perhaps Elle would have a way to contact His Majesty Annan...

But when she saw Elle, her gaze suddenly paused.

—Changed.

It was a very obvious change.

Elle was still dressed in a plain white short skirt without any decorations, but it was noticeably shorter, much less fabric involved. Her arms were adorned with long white gloves, her right foot in silver-white boots accompanied by white thigh-high stockings.

The biggest difference was that her left foot was bare.

A silver shackle was locked around her left ankle, tightly binding a piece of broken chain, which dragged on the ground making a sound with her every movement.

Maybe that wasn’t a broken chain... but something she couldn’t see at all that was tied to it.

Elle’s head was adorned with a silver crown resembling a thorn, binding hair that had grown nearly double in length, straightened like it had been ironed, and falling straight to her thighs. Her left eye was still tightly closed, while her right eye was a gentle gemstone green.

She looked as if she had suddenly matured from a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl. She exuded a mix of naivety typical of a young girl, the purity of a maiden, and the radiance of motherhood, shining in the darkness of the underworld, drawing everyone’s gaze.

At a glance, it was clear.

This was the form of a deity, a symbol beyond mortals. Her very image embodied "knowledge".

All the awakened ones subconsciously looked towards Elle. Perhaps because of her beauty, perhaps because of the brilliant light emanating from her... or perhaps because of the grand vow she made in the nightmare.

"I am the judgment that befalls the traitor at the end, I am the Gatekeeper of the Door of Permanence and Goodness, I am the light before the eyes of sinners who have abandoned darkness for light."

It wasn’t just the reason of "betrayal".

From the "Book of Atonement", Elle understood a truth that was deeper than "betrayal"—

"I am the God of Resistance! The judge of all who betray the pure and the just, the guide for those who rebel against the path of darkness and corruption.

"My name is... the Absolver."

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