Super Righteous Player
Chapter 750 - 291 Endymion_1

Chapter 750: Chapter 291 Endymion_1

If it has sentience, then it should be capable of communication.

And if it can communicate, we can talk properly, make friends, and cooperate... We can also threaten, bribe, intimidate, and brainwash.

Of course, making friends is still the best option.

I, Annan, certainly love making friends (with a meaningful undertone).

As long as there isn’t a situation where Annan can perceive a line like "I don’t know what I did to earn such disrespect from you," the young White-Haired Duke is pretty agreeable and mild-tempered.

However, the problem now is... since this child of the world has not yet been born, it naturally cannot master language. Therefore, communication is an issue.

But this is not completely unsolvable.

Annan gazed at this "child of the world," feeling slightly moved.

If it is said that others are cursed by the world when using spell powers because they are thieves,

then surely there should be no problem when the "child of the world" uses its own powers?

Although Annan wasn’t very clear about how exactly the Elves created the child of the world in those days.

It currently isn’t materialized but exists in the form of light right in the center of the cocoon of light. Only Annan could clearly see its posture... if others were to pierce the cocoon of light with sword blades or arrows, they would simply pass through it.

It might enrage it, but definitely cannot harm it.

But this situation of turning a big bone into soup... becoming light, Annan finds much simpler to handle.

His Radiant Element had already awakened to one hundred percent.

For objects related to "light," he should possess absolute preemptive rights.

Though Annan has not yet reached the Gold rank.

But he is not without the ability to control the elements in advance.

"You all fall back a bit."

Annan said, taking a deep breath.

He raised the "Siren of the Third" in his hand and chanted slowly and clearly:

"—You shall respect me!

"For I have torn the light within the mirror, I walk above fate—"

Different from Yufimia’s chanting yet similar.

In the moment when Annan began using "Ritual Spell: Trace of the Chariot," a dazzling brilliance erupted from him... even more intense than the glow enveloping the "child of the world."

The incantation Annan chanted was different from Yufimia’s, but it was significantly shorter overall: "I am the Charioteer, who leads six hundred stars to descend from below to the Merkabah Hall! I am the Chariot, and I shall open all the gates of the realm of light!

"I will open the triple gates: I will open The Gate of Gaze and Shaping, I will open the gate of the Good and the Everlasting, I will open the gate of The Worm and the Cicada—"

Even though Annan didn’t understand the other two gates apart from The Worm and the Cicada, it didn’t stop him from copying Yufimia’s homework.

And in the next moment.

Something astonishing happened to Annan and the players—

A strong light burst forth from within Annan.

His clothing was instantly shredded by the "sharp" and "keen" light.

But when Xitan Pulan turned to look in a whoosh, she was somewhat disappointed to find... that when Annan transformed this time, his skin had also completely turned into light.

A pair of light wings sprouted from behind his shoulder blades and his waist, one pair reaching up towards the sky, the other draping down to cover him. His "hair" began to grow wildly, stretching to over two meters long—like tendrils of light, floating in the air.

This time, Annan did not sprout many eyes all over his body.

After all, Annan had unintentionally torn his clothes off again... Considering he should not always have to fly over to Russell holding him with his hair, he decided to put Russell down first.

Annan’s hair was as flexible as tentacles.

The panic-stricken Russell, who was vibrating in high frequency, was gently placed on the ground by Annan. As soon as Russell touched the ground, he dared not move a muscle, lying flat on the ground like a white bun.

The only part of him not transformed into light was the tri-colored scepter in his hand.

It itself did not change at all, but the Crystal Ball that was placed at the tip as a fake top of the scepter was also tainted by the power of light, becoming a pure ball of light.

Without the need to flap his wings, Annan floated in the air.

After acclimating to his form for a bit and estimating how long he could maintain it— he then floated towards the "child of the world" on the central platform.

However... the central platform did not have any support like the outer platforms.

It hovered in mid-air by the power of curse spells. And the gap between the two platforms was an abyss... If the floating platform in the middle fell, the result would likely be obliteration.

Yet Annan was fearless.

He slowly floated over, his hair completely transformed into streams of light, each strand sharp like a steel needle, wrapping around the fetus in the center... and one by one, they pierced into it.

Using his hair as a medium, Annan began to feel the local network with the "Child of the World" gradually becoming stable. After all, both of them are life forms composed of light—

Annan gently transmitted his goodwill—seen from the outside, it was the light flowing through these hairs, gradually transferring from Annan’s side.

"Who are you?"

A childish voice echoed in Annan’s heart.

...Communicating in this manner was indeed viable!

Annan was overjoyed and immediately responded in a soothing manner to the child:

"I am Annan, your friend," he said.

"No, you are not Annan."

The unborn child, who had not yet received any education, negated this without hesitating.

"You are the Charioteer."

The "Child of the World" spoke with obstinacy.

"Nor are you a friend."

"You are Mother."

"...Hmm? You want a male mother?"

Annan was taken aback.

Clever child.

I considered you a brother.

Yet you wish to be my son?

Alright then, son it is...

"So, what is your name? Or do you have a name?"

Annan continued to radiate goodwill, while unilaterally transmitting light to the other side.

Mostly, Annan was concerned that if he accepted the other’s light, it might count as stealing spell energy. After all, Annan’s light comes from the realm of light, while the other’s light was transformed from spell energy.

So Annan opened a one-way network—he could infuse light but not accept the other’s power.

In response to this, the unborn child provided a clear and systematic standard answer without any hesitation:

"I am the custodian of Specimen Archive III-2 series, with managerial authority over ’III-201-299’ type specimen archives, current authorization level is ’Seed’. You may call me ’Endymion’."

...What’s going on here?

This was completely beyond Annan’s expectations.

He had assumed the Child of the World would lack any consciousness or awareness of the world, thus potentially being easy to deceive... But now he realized that not only did the other have a clear understanding of themselves, they even remembered their own name.

Yet to be born but already possessing a name and a stature of considerable height.

Is this reasonable?

However, Annan quickly thought of another possibility—albeit a slim one.

"How do you know your own name?" Annan inquired, "And why are you here?"

"The name my father gave me is ’Endymion’."

"From the third era onwards, the royal family decreed that each emperor must bury one of their yet unborn children in the Curse Cellar. The next generation of emperors must destroy the ’seed’ of the previous one after leaving their own ’seed’; if the unified great barrier collapses, then the ’seed’ shall be offered as a sacrifice to restart the great barrier," Endymion replied without hesitation.

"Mother... has the day of my mission arrived?"

"...Why do you keep calling me mother?"

This was Annan’s biggest confusion.

It was impossible for him to have any relation to the elves...

However, Endymion made Annan pause for a moment.

"Because I carry the bloodline of the Charioteer in my veins, I am the child of (silenced)," he said.