Super Righteous Player
Chapter 809 - 348: Creator God, The Winged Entity

Chapter 809: Chapter 348: Creator God, The Winged Entity

"Vatore" smiled happily.

She revealed sharp, snow-white teeth—teeth that made one think of a ferocious beast.

Annan had heard that smiling at a dog might elicit a growl... it was because dogs, through the shape of human teeth, could recognize that humans are omnivores and not such enormous carnivores, hence not eliciting great fear.

But Vatore’s teeth were even sharp enough to remind one of a shark.

They were not just a single row of teeth—capable of easily snapping an adult’s arm with just one bite.

If she wanted, she could simply turn her head and effortlessly snap Salvatore’s neck.

But she wouldn’t.

—For it would mean her death as well.

"They intend to use Philip to find some kind of ritual to prolong life?"

Annan slowly said, "But they should know, as holders of power—they are not allowed to extend their life."

This was the contract known as The Edict of Ultimate Authority.

Those with power were the least deserving of longevity—

After all, the actual overseers of the nations were still the gods responsible for the great barriers.

A misconception was that the gods’ mission was not actually to protect the "nation," but to protect the "land." They upheld the great barriers to prevent the land from being contaminated and the world utterly consumed by curses... Thus, changes in national governance and various chaoses were not their concern.

Even the Eternal Principality could not genuinely turn the rulers into immortals—the final Eternal Duke turning himself into an undead was itself an illegal act. He ultimately paid the price for it.

Within the mortal realm, if rulers lived for too long, issues of systemic rigidity would arise. They would tend to solve problems with old methods, which might not necessarily be applicable in an ever-changing society.

A healthy mechanism for the transfer of power was protected jointly by the Goddess of Cup and Yawen. They dedicated themselves to ensuring that mortal societies continued to progress rather than stagnate... for stagnation meant that no new gods could be born.

Even though the gods, due to the contracts they had signed, could not directly interfere with humans. But they always had their own methods.

For instance, the Bell Ringer.

One of the responsibilities of the Bell Ringer was to peacefully let those who should not obtain longevity pass away.

If Noah’s old nobilities truly used ritual means to forcibly prolong their lives, preventing their descendants from inheriting their positions... they would definitely be punished.

It wasn’t solely because he tried to harm Annan that Philip was driven out by the Silver Baron. Of course, that was one of the reasons.

But more so because the Silver Baron had already set his sights on him.

He attempted to disrupt the normal succession rights—such actions would likely have brought Yawen himself to have a "talk" if it were in the United Kingdoms.

"Rotting Husband," encouraging "eternal life and extinction of descendants," and the actual insurrection against the normal succession tradition by the Skeletal Duke, who committed patricide and "stole the state," both violated the principles of Yawen as the god of nobility.

Yawen was born in the First Era.

At that time, there was nothing known as "nobility." There wasn’t even a human empire formed.

The authority named "nobility" within Yawen’s powers... could also extend to concepts such as "privilege," "class," "dictatorship," "power," "collective," "differentiation," and the like. It was only in eras where nobility existed that it was referred to as "nobility."

—The duties and responsibilities of gods are originally beyond what language can encapsulate.

This was the foundation of the world recorded in the Book of Truth.

According to the mystic knowledge Annan had acquired, Yawen was first born before the concept of "collectivity" came into existence... He was the world’s first pigeon. Or rather, before him, the concept of "pigeons" did not exist.

To be correct, it was the world’s first "feathered being."

Yawen was born in the sky and hatched in the purest of black nights.

Originally, it relied on the darkness and the constant proliferation of the Goddess of Cup’s worries about a monochrome, colorless world, being born to bring color and diversity to it.

Before Yawen existed, there was no substantial difference between flesh-and-blood lives.

For they were all self-replications of the first flesh-and-blood life, the Goddess of Cup... just like the ritual of the Cup-bearer’s Child.

Although Annan did not know what the initial form of the Goddess of Cup was... it surely wasn’t the pose of a beautiful lady she is now. She always transforms into the "most desirable form for the majority," similar yet different from the Paper Princess’s "absolute beauty."

Perhaps she was closer to some sort of fleshy tentacle, or a fleshly giant... However, this knowledge has not been retained and cannot be traced.

It was Yawen who cast his feathers from the sky—"Flesh" mutated every time it touched a feather. Some mutations were good, some were bad, and what decided it all was the "dice" in the hands of Lady Luck—also known as the concept of "randomness."

It was from then on that the myriad things in this world began to differ.

It was this difference that gave rise to individual differences, substantial diversity. Thereafter, gradually emerged birds, fish, beasts, giants, elves...

It was because of this that the concepts of race, species, classes, groups, nations arose.

It created a vibrant, ever-evolving world—

This was the "feathered one" as the god of art’s first "creation."

That’s also why absolutely no one could surpass Yawen in the way of the arts. He was, without a doubt, "the greatest creator."

For this reason,

Yawen never wished for the world to become rigid and dull. What he hated most was the repetition of the "already existing."

That meant defying his greatest masterpiece—a world that changes day by day, constantly evolving on its own, due to randomness and diversity.

He never allowed those in power to live forever, to solidify their power... because the "difference" among people was something he had crafted himself, naturally he had the right to reclaim it.

"—So, even if they grow old, they could never obtain the ceremony of eternal life from Philip."

Annan concluded, "But their common trait, without a doubt, is the thirst for longevity. It’s because of this difference that my senior couldn’t understand what Philip had done."

"But actually, the answer is already close at hand."

The demon girl answered.

"Yes," Annan nodded, "No need to investigate, nor to question... I have understood everything."

"... What? What have you understood?"

Salvatore was utterly confused.

He shouted at his own shadow: "Don’t you know this? Why didn’t you tell me?"

"Of course I don’t know," the shadow spread its hands, "but I believe Annan certainly knows. Because this is a domain that only Annan can comprehend."

"Right. A way to prolong life without being hindered by Yawen or hunted by the Bell Ringer really does exist. That is to completely change the world—completely erase the records of being ’old,’ even erase parts of one’s own memory. This way, the ’eternal power’ that Yawen worries about will not occur."

"But can this really be done?"

Salvatore asked back.

Annan nodded: "It can be done, and Philip has even used it already. He is not actually this young... but you can’t comprehend when he ’once aged’ because that part of history has already been erased by him.

"—The Great Calamity Curio of Noah’s Kingdom is firmly in Philip’s hands."