Super Righteous Player
Chapter 828 - 367: Game: The Number of Remembrance

Chapter 828: Chapter 367: Game: The Number of Remembrance

Annan was very clear.

From the beginning, the Curse Binding was aimed at manipulating emotions.

If he wasn’t mistaken, this Curse Binding wasn’t the one he and Dmitry had summoned back then.

Instead, it directly entered the "real Curse Binding" through nightmares!

This, in principle, was not difficult.

Although Annan had lost his memory, the Curse Binding hadn’t.

It surely knew how it had responded to the summoning back then, how it imposed a severe curse on Dmitry under Annan’s cunning plan; it would also know... Bella would remember this duel painfully well.

As long as Bella died, her nightmare would probably be this scenario.

If Annan could predict that he would enter this nightmare one day and leave a message in this nightmare.

The Curse Binding could certainly guess that Annan would enter this nightmare.

It also manipulated this history... possibly setting a simple trap, maybe a mechanism to test Annan, or even just a mark to contact its true body.

Meanwhile, when he was at Roth Fort, Annan had repelled and driven him out of the Kingdom of Noah.

He had already forged enmity with Annan.

But the Curse Binding’s hesitation and complete lack of further attacks on Annan could also be because it had already made preparations for later?

The Curse Binding knew that Annan would eventually enter this nightmare. So, all it had to do was quietly wait.

Despite Annan not hearing what it said to Kafney.

According to Annan’s understanding of the Curse Binding.

It must have said some emotionally manipulative nonsense. For example, using verbal traps, telling Kafney "he doesn’t love you," "he doesn’t need you," "he really dislikes you," and the like.

Although Kafney’s talents were indeed outstanding, she was still just a fourteen-year-old girl.

She had just gotten through a lonely childhood and had opened her heart to him. At this time, attacking her was the easiest way to destabilize Kafney.

—But for Annan, this was an exceedingly boring technique.

It was like an adult coming over to break a child’s toys and tear up the child’s homework to force them to cry. It could be described as a very distasteful act.

"As a deity, you come here like a gossiping boy, seriously spouting these truths and lies," Annan sneered, "don’t you feel ashamed?"

"Not at all."

The Curse Binding said with a smiling expression: "Even feel quite delighted."

"You think this is a boring method, an act lacking so-called ’style’. But for me, this is what I do best."

"Lying requires talent. To tell a seamless lie requires wisdom... unfortunately, I don’t have a brain as good as yours. But what I excel at, is being shameless."

The Curse Binding’s smile remained as warm as a spring breeze, but its words were venomous like a snake: "I delight in smashing cripples’ wheelchairs, blind men’s canes; I deceive girls into poisoning their fathers; I hide bombs in latrines. Of course, I also deceive others into making contracts filled with traps, pretending to be the confidant of the other party to steal their Curse Bindings."

"Of course, I have the power to sweep all of this away easily, I’ve long been able to act recklessly... but, I can’t know everyone’s strength, nor can I always encounter people weaker than me. If I met someone stronger who hadn’t shown it, that would be bad."

"Therefore, every strike I make is full force and poisoned. I’m just a Fragrance Maker who isn’t good at fighting... as long as it’s a non-direct method to weaken or defeat an enemy, no matter how low, I will do it."

"That really must be hard on you."

Annan said coldly.

"Not hard, not hard," the Curse Binding revealed a warm smile, "rather, it’s... a personal interest."

The murderous intent in the Curse Binding’s words finally ceased to hide: "After I’ve killed you, if she comes for revenge, it would be troublesome. Although I’m not afraid, having fewer enemies is always better.

"I originally wanted to add a bit more to the mix, to make her stab you once, or at least bury a nail. But since you’re not willing..."

The Curse Binding’s words hadn’t finished.

Annan felt a strong murderous intent, like a thick, cold snake wrapping around his limbs—

No, it wasn’t an illusion.

Annan awoke once again.

He realized he was sitting on the throne.

Yet his limbs were bound tightly to the chair by four pure white snakes, his body extremely weak. It was as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, his spirit also very feeble.

And Roth Fort was kneeling before him like a vassal.

"...What are you planning to do?"

Annan narrowed his eyes, unafraid, and asked, "Aren’t you even going to follow the rules?"

"If possible, I certainly would want to."

Roth Fort paid a respectful bow to Annan, regretfully standing up from the ground, "My dear Your Majesty... but, unfortunately. In that case, you would simply be leaving this nightmare."

"Do you still want to kill me directly from within the dream?"

Annan scoffed, "You look like a clown."

Roth Fort’s smile faded slightly, "Of course, of course. I know you don’t believe me...not a single word.

"However, it’s not good to talk about fighting and killing all the time."

Roth Fort spoke deliberately, "Then how about, first, we play a game?"

The ground before Annan rumbled and a low stone table formed in front of him.

And fifteen crimson cards emerged before Annan.

There were no decorative patterns on the face of the cards, just crimson numbers.

"Let me explain the rules of the game."

Roth Fort stated leisurely, "You still remember the three cards you picked, don’t you?"

"Of course."

Annan replied calmly, "Four. Eight. Twelve. Numbers with significance for both me and Kafney, and these numbers themselves are also connected, very systematic and rule-bound—they also signify ’one time, two times, three times.’

"Although according to my calculations, whether the numbers are set by me for Kafney or Saul, I can achieve the final aim...but I chose, after all, to set the numbers centered around Kafney. She might find this more pleasing."

"It seems you know her well?"

"At least better than you."

Annan said, his body filled with numbness, yet still fearless.

Roth Fort nodded.

"Very good."

He said, planting a strange dagger into the surface of the table.

The dagger shimmered with a purple glow, its three rotating blades resembling a slightly thinner ice cream cone.

"Kafney previously guessed five numbers from these fifteen cards. Our rule is, if she guesses a card you picked, she wins; if she doesn’t pick any, or picks more than one, then she loses."

Roth Fort said slowly.

Young Annan raised an eyebrow, a mocking curve forming on his lips, "It seems she picked more than one."

"Then the rules for this round are...you must guess the five cards Kafney picked.

"You choose a card. If this card isn’t one picked by Kafney, then the ’Blade of Oblivion’ will strike you as many times as the number on the card—just being struck once will randomly erase a person’s memory.

"And if you guess a number Kafney picked, you must choose another card, the ’Blade of Oblivion’ will then strike me as many times as the number on that card.

"This game will end after you have picked out the five cards Kafney chose in the last round. That is to say, you must successfully launch five attacks on me to win; otherwise, you must turn over all the cards, and the game can only end when I win.

"Naturally, it’s a disadvantageous situation for you."

Roth Fort smiled, "But in this game, you can directly attack me, a deity, and inflict permanent damage. So even according to the rules of the Thousand-Faced Phantom Tower, it is fair between us...even you might have the upper hand.

"—Do you dare to bet, Your Majesty?"

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