Super Righteous Player
Chapter 749 - 290 The Child of the World_1

Chapter 749: Chapter 290 The Child of the World_1

...Why is there a fetus floating here?

Annan paused for a moment.

It seemed as if it hadn’t even been born yet.

Wrapped in the cocoon of light made up of cursed energy, it was developing peacefully like in the amniotic fluid.

After realizing that the light cocoon contained an undeveloped fetus, Annan, seeing the primitive cursed energy continuously being drawn out and flowing into the abdomen of the fetus in the cocoon, subconsciously thought of a "umbilical cord".

But if this were to be called an "umbilical cord", then the "mother" at the other end must undoubtedly be the world itself.

Mere sight of it made Annan feel unreasonably irritable and melancholic... The informational curse could transmit to his brain through visual information alone. And the reactions of others seemed much more severe than Annan’s.

The players were talking and laughing initially, but after entering this room, they gradually became silent. They stared at the light sphere, each of them somewhat dazed... Their gazes could not even shift away.

Zoya had the strongest reaction. Her eyes were rimmed red, her breathing heavy. It wasn’t that she wanted to cry—her entire body was overflowing with agitation and murderous intent, and she had already opened her carrier, suppressing the burgeoning madness and despair with the cold will attached to the Curse Binding.

The fact that she hadn’t completely lost control was entirely because the Curse Bindings they received when taking the position as Hands of Winter had already frozen most of their emotions.

This was originally a plan to counter the interference of the Soul Snatching Spell and to capture wizards more effectively... It was also a form of "special treatment" to castrate their unnecessary sympathy, making them become cruel.

But now, it had become a lifesaving "safety line".

"What exactly is that fetus?"

This was what puzzled Annan the most.

It obviously couldn’t be an elf or a centaur.

Even less likely an Aesirlander—they didn’t possess such a degree of might.

The fetus, it was clear at a glance, was the core of the cursed energy refining device. It extracted and refined cursed energy through that invisible "umbilical cord" from the depths of the world. What emanated from its skin was inert cursed energy that had already been refined into light.

"Is it... the ’Child of the World’?"

Jacob murmured.

Hearing this, Annan suddenly realized—this seemed to be a ritual in itself.

Through the concept of "a fetus drawing the most nutritious essence of blood from the mother," the curse used "the Child of the World in gestation" to extract the Blood of the World.

That’s why, in the beginning, even the elves who were in the living desert and lacking resources, could extract cursed energy... They hadn’t penetrated the entire world, nor had they used a neighboring world as a blade to slice open the world’s epidermis and buried the Curse Cellar like a syringe into the body to extract the Blood of the World.

They were still extracting cursed energy through ritual means.

—This was the true nature of a "Curse Cellar".

Annan suddenly understood much more.

He had always wondered why those responsible for extracting cursed energy were not cursed... Instead, it was those who used the cursed energy that ended up cursed.

Because those who really extracted the cursed energy from within the world were not the doctors holding syringes, but the gestating "Child of the World". What they were snatching was the cursed energy originally meant for the "Child of the World" to grow itself.

...Why does this suddenly feel so lowly?

It was like using a syringe to draw egg whites.

Or like eating the flesh of a fruit and then tossing the seed back into the soil... But thinking about it this way, it seemed to become normal again?

Annan finally understood why the Blackrock Curse Vault was buried so deep underground, not because it was closer to the world’s core. Just like how the Silverywhite Curse Cellar was built inside a structure with tall chimneys, all they needed was "isolation".

That’s because unrefined cursed energy taken from the "Child of the World" could potentially contaminate another’s mind just by observing it.

"This Curse Cellar feels like a blood vessel, not because it’s extracting the Blood of the World from deep within the world... but because it’s continuously drawing ’nourishment’ that has been converted from the fetus through the Curse Cellar."

Annan spoke slowly.

At Annan’s words, the players quickly came to a realization.

"So that’s how it is..."

Xitan Pulan muttered.

He remembered that the scale of the Silverstone Curse Cellar was even larger than the Blackrock Curse Vault.

There were several "blood vessels" within that structure... which meant that there wasn’t just one "fetus" underground there. As a Curse Cellar providing energy for the entire city, there might be several "Children of the World" there, with even greater power being extracted.

The staff in the Curse Cellar were probably responsible for temporarily draining a baby and then switching the target of the suction tube. There was no technical difficulty involved, akin to monitoring a semi-automated machine.

"If that’s the case, then in design terms, they should have extracted this light energy to suppress its development. Just like how an egg you eat doesn’t need to be able to hatch into a chicken..."

Xitan Pulan immediately realized something, "But if you think about it that way—"

"Then its development to this extent is somewhat abnormal."

Annan continued, "If we compare it to a human fetus, it has probably developed to the stage of about eight months. If this were an egg... you could probably already taste the meat."

"This might be because of the light energy accumulated around it, which provided it with abundant nutrition. It has developed to nearly the ’birth’ stage."

Xitan Pulan analyzed.

"It’s called inert cursed energy."

Mahjong stepped forward, unable to help but mock, "Light energy, really... Are you a Gadian too?"

"I always have been. It’s just that my computer broke a while ago. It would crash whenever I played a big game... I figured it was probably the graphics card."

"So how did you fix it?"

Mahjong asked with some surprise, "I didn’t see you asking for my help, either?"

"I opened up the case and stared silently at the graphics card for five minutes, not sure what to do... Then when I resolved to boot up the computer and buy a new graphics card on JD.com, it suddenly started working," Xitan Pulan said seriously.

"I think maybe The Machine sensed my murderous intent. That’s probably a kind of Divine Art too."

"... Next time just call me, or my sister if not me," Mahjong said hesitantly, "otherwise, I fear your machine spirit might decide to die with you..."

That wasn’t necessarily the case.

Annan silently recited in his heart.

These players came from a world beyond the Dream Realm, and cursed energy, Mist, curses and the divine arts system all originated from the Mist Realm. Naturally, they would not possess any transcendent abilities when they returned to their original world.

But... their world was also adjacent to the Dream Realm. This meant that if the players experienced too many nightmares, acquired some power from the Dream Realm, or even obtained the core of dreams, things might be different...

However, Xitan Pulan’s words gave Annan a reminder.

... This "Child of the World" with an unknown race, unknown identity, and gender not... well, at least it didn’t seem to have any Gil.

It was about to be born and might already possess sentience.

If it was killed directly, the Curse Cellar would presumably be shut down. But as for the inert cursed energy, it was uncertain how to deal with it... whether it would explode, pollute the area, turn into Mist or flow back?

It might even resist.

If that was the case.

—Could they somehow intimidate this child?

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