Super Righteous Player
Chapter 747 - 288: The Undemolished Curse Cellar_1

Chapter 747: Chapter 288: The Undemolished Curse Cellar_1

Annan had not seen his system actively pop up for a long time.

Other than using the "Nightmare Shard"...which is the key left by Transcendents after death that can open the path to nightmares, as well as the "Revelation of Truth" prompt when Annan obtained the Chariot Remnant Page, he had rarely seen the system jump out on its own outside of nightmares.

And it was such a disconcerting shade of bright red text.

Annan slightly furrowed his brow, releasing his perceptive field as far as possible around him and slowed his steps on the staircase.

In front of them, fragmented and disjointed images kept appearing... amid the distraction, there might be a chance of slipping and falling down.

"Be careful not to trip. Walk slower!"

Annan took Zoya’s hand, using the scepter as a walking stick, and proceeded to descend slowly in the lightless corridor, raising his voice to caution, "I feel that the frequency of the illusions has noticeably increased—"

He heard his own voice; it seemed no different from his real one.

But when others heard Annan speak, they found they couldn’t hear him clearly at all.

In the unique environment approaching the Curse Cellar, his voice was stretched out to great lengths, becoming extremely distorted, like a radio with poor reception, or a record on a turntable.

"Actually... panicking... because..."

Jacob’s voice, which became increasingly blurred and fragmented, rang in everyone’s ears. But this time, it wasn’t just a matter of not being able to hear clearly—it was like a phone placed near the speakers when a call comes in, a sharp and deafening screech completely drowning out Jacob’s voice.

They even felt an uncomfortable buzzing in their ears.

For the players, this was somewhat familiar... It was like the discomfort in their ears when an airplane takes off.

——The next moment, all the sounds they could make completely disappeared.

Whether it was the sound of talking, or the sound of footsteps while walking, or the noise from Annan tapping his scepter, it all vanished in an instant—replaced by low, soft white noise.

Annan then saw another line of prompts appear before his eyes:

[——Warning, you have entered the Blackrock Curse Vault]

Afterward, Annan felt the ground beneath him give way suddenly—as if the floor underneath had vanished, and he was plummeting down at a great speed!

Annan felt Zoya, falling alongside him, also tightly squeeze his hand in an instant.

...So you get scared too, huh?

The corner of Annan’s mouth lifted slightly.

Half a minute passed, and he still didn’t feel any sensation of touching the ground.

From this height, hitting the ground would surely be fatal. Annan could even feel sweat seeping from the palm of Zoya’s hand, still trembling slightly.

To reassure his elder, Annan did not hesitate to clasp her hand tightly in return and gently shook it to signal her to be calm.

His steadiness and tranquility seemed to transmit through the warmth of their clasped palms, reassuring Zoya nearly instantly; she stopped trembling, and her grip loosened.

But in this abyss of silence and darkness, constantly falling, Annan felt no fear at all.

——The reason was simple.

Because this sensation of falling... how to put it, felt somewhat fake.

A person’s center of gravity cannot be exactly in the middle, especially when their feet aren’t touching the ground, unable to adjust their posture through force. A sudden drop would be one thing, but they had been falling for quite some time; they should be tilting forward or backward by now.

Yet without tensing his core, Annan still felt he was falling perfectly vertically—without even the sensation of wind resistance from accelerating, only a pure feeling of descent. Zoya beside him hadn’t tilted at all... Instead, it was her nervous movements that caused her body to lean slightly.

Zoya seemed to realize this point quickly, relaxing and slowly adjusting her posture back.

... This might be why Jacob had us hold each other’s hands.

Annan thought to himself.

Suddenly, Annan felt a slight change... Their downward speed seemed to be slowing.

Another half a minute passed.

They finally felt the sensation of solid ground beneath their feet and were once again standing on the earth.

The air still held a lingering deep humming sound.

After a brief silence, Annan tentatively asked, "Everyone... can you hear me?"

"Ah, yes, we can hear you."

"That scared me to death, I thought we were going to crash..."

"It’s definitely one of those descending platforms that blows air from below, how could you possibly think we’d crash..."

In the encompassing darkness, the players were the first to regain their composure.

"Can we light a fire?"

Zoya’s voice was somewhat hoarse as she quietly asked Jacob.

Her attitude toward Jacob seemed to have improved since the beginning... Perhaps starting from the moment when Jacob demonstrated the ritual to pierce through the barrier, she recognized that Jacob truly had knowledge and skills, and her demeanor toward him improved greatly.

"Well, we can,"

Jacob hesitated for a moment before responding, "But I still suggest using a lighting method that doesn’t produce heat... Do you need me to do it?"

"No need, I’ll do it."

Zoya shook her head.

She raised her hand high and called out, "Look at me!"

The next moment, light shimmered from her fingertips.

Like a flame sparked from flint—bright luminescence burst from Zoya’s right index finger, completely illuminating the surrounding space.

It was an idol spell known as "Light of Guidance."

Lighting a glow at the tip of a finger or sword—by continuously investing Order Mana, the light could be maintained indefinitely.

It forces everyone who sees the light to focus their attention on the caster’s hand—simply put, it’s an instant group taunting spell. Ignoring the taunt would result in a reduction in concentration for other actions, forcibly making those who see the light prioritize attacking the caster.

In the midst of fierce combat, this spell could also be suddenly used to create a momentary opening in a tightly defended enemy... Alternatively, to awaken a team member from Soul Reaping, or to interrupt an enemy’s attack, or focus-action.

Now, using it merely to maintain light was somewhat overkill... However, by keeping the spell active, should they encounter any sudden attacks, the enemies would prioritize attacking Zoya, allowing others to respond conveniently.

Under the illumination of this light, they finally glimpsed the interior structure of the Curse Cellar—

—It was a breathtakingly majestic construction.

They were in a circular hall that resembled an amphitheater with stairs surrounding a central area. Around them were many stone slabs that looked like seats, but they were devoid of occupants.

Behind the "lectern," there loomed a massive pure white door, twenty people tall.

It had neither handle nor knocker.

There were no images on it, just inscriptions written in Elvish.

At the four corners of the hall stood four white columns, erect like the legs of a tortoise. Their girth required more than five adults to join hands to encircle them... But if one listened closely, it was apparent that the columns were hollow.

These were not simply pillars, but conduits.

Yet, they seemed less like conduits and more like the blood vessels of some magical creature.

This spectacle could not be the handiwork of the Brotherhood from The North Lands. It exuded an ancient aura steeped in history.

In other words...

"... Did the elves of that era never dismantle this Curse Cellar from the beginning?"

Annan’s pupils narrowed slightly.

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