Super Righteous Player
Chapter 897 - 434: More Deserving to be Human than Humans

Chapter 897: Chapter 434: More Deserving to be Human than Humans

"... Essentially, it is done," Nicholas II muttered softly.

He took two steps back and slightly raised his head to admire his brand-new creation—

It should be noted that it was not a human being.

Nor was it any sort of ’homunculus’.

It didn’t even have a head.

Above the neck, it was utterly empty.

And the body below was filled with incongruity—as if it were an aged and shriveled giant baboon.

The external wrapping used the skin of an elderly person to obtain the concept of ’skin of decay’. Beneath this withered veneer were living organs—the heart count alone reached seven, and there were four livers engraved with runes. There was only one set of spleen and lungs, and only the lungs were originally part of this body.

All the other internal organs, tendons, and muscles had been hollowed out.

Beneath the empty husk, there were only the bones etched with reinforcement runes. Because human bones weren’t strong enough to support his design, Nicholas II had killed several baboons to obtain their larger bones.

The hearts beneath the skin did not function to pump blood; they weren’t even connected to any blood vessels but to each other... The largest heart was taken from a young man, nearly six feet three inches tall, while the smallest heart came from a child who had not yet reached one year of age.

These hearts, connected by bone fragments, formed a massive and bizarre engine within the chest cavity.

It resembled a cylinder block.

Nicholas II took out a pristine white handkerchief and casually wiped the fresh blood from his fingertips.

Next, he brought out an opaque, pure copper syringe—and drew a portion of the Philosopher’s Stone from the container holding Philip’s head, injecting it into the huge, malformed ’heart engine’.

After that, the heart began to beat spontaneously.

The neural samples he had previously imprinted were etched onto the body of a blood butterfly. He placed the blood butterfly at the position of the head and used a flat helmet similar to a pot lid to fix the blood butterfly in place.

Thus it could only burrow into this specific skin and merge into the blood of the body.

Under Nicholas II’s watchful gaze, the monstrous creation resembling a giant headless baboon began to swell up as though inflated—

Following the runes and the approximate shape Nicholas II etched in advance, under the catalysis of the Philosopher’s Stone, the flesh and nerves were rapidly ’created’.

—It was a black giant nearly three meters tall.

The arms alone were thicker than Nicholas II’s entire body; even a single finger was thicker than Nicholas II’s arm.

The muscles swelled to an astonishing degree, reminiscent of the Hulk’s. Outside the chest cavity were not bones but a grid of black metal plates, and a layer that appeared to be a shell yet seemed to have a metallic texture, a pure black protective layer, was also gradually formed on the skin’s surface.

Even without a head and sitting motionless with its hands on the ground, it exuded an imposing presence.

It was filled with a sovereign’s intimidating power.

Nicholas II exhaled deeply, a look of relief appearing on his face.

At that moment, a voice sounded from behind him.

"Is this what you... wanted to create, even at the cost of slaughtering an entire village?"

Hearing this voice, Nicholas II raised an eyebrow.

He turned around, stood up straight, and silently looked toward Annan, who was approaching from a distance.

"How should I address you?"

He asked calmly, "Duke Winter? Your Majesty Annan? The new Chariot?"

"Call me whatever you like."

Annan exhaled softly, murmuring in a low voice.

As Annan took a deep breath, the breath that sprayed out from his mouth and nose instantly transformed into a white mist, coiling around him.

The air around him dropped by over a dozen degrees.

With each step Annan took, he left a footprint composed of frost marks, unequivocally clear. And Nicholas II, merely at the sound of his voice, felt an innate chill... like standing in a cold wind while wearing damp clothes.

The blood butterflies swirled around Annan but dared not come closer.

Like moths drawn to a flame, yet ultimately perishing in the candle’s fire.

——On Annan’s exposed left shoulder, there was a scar similar to the bite of the blood butterflies, resembling the "infinite" symbol, emitting an exceptionally dazzling brilliance.

Just like the glow within Annan’s pupils.

It was a colorless, infinite light.

Merely gazing directly at that light was enough to dissolve the minds of ordinary people. The blood butterflies, as they neared the "Infinite Light" in Annan’s eyes or on his shoulder, would gradually become transparent and melt away like ephemeral bubbles.

"Isn’t human fabrication the technology you seek?"

Annan questioned, "The act of creating humans out of thin air, without relying on any parents. Strong, beautiful, healthy, wise..."

"——The more perfect form of humanity."

Nicholas II interrupted Annan, "Devoid of deceit, incapable of betrayal, and free from misunderstandings. They are a new species born from the eradication of all human flaws.

"They are the ’Ones More Worthy of Being Called Human.’ I named them ’Transcendents,’ but they themselves prefer to be called ’Awakeners.’

"He went on and on about the past.

Annan paused for a moment.

He asked, "Have you found your own past?"

"My past?"

Nicholas II suddenly burst into sardonic laughter, "Is that truly ’my’ past?

"Do I — really have a so-called past to speak of?"

Upon hearing these words, Annan came to a realization.

Nicholas II...

Or rather, the thought entity known as "Nicholas II," had likely learned of his true identity.

"Humans——"

The false entity known as "Nicholas II" spat out words laced with hatred.

A deep voice rose, filled with despair matching the hatred, "Humans, since ancient times, have lived in falsehood.

"Deceiving others, deceiving themselves. What is called ’desire’ is nothing but pleasing talk, yet when I truly let go of everything and strived towards the ideal... when I inadvertently looked back, I found that everyone else stood still.

"Everyone stood in place, silently watching me.

"No one supported me. No one worshipped me. The doctrine of the Jade Tower to elevate everything to a more perfect state, the Proverb that I devoted my life to... in the end, even the Tower Master didn’t take it seriously.

"Just treated it as a joke, a slogan. The only one who took it seriously was me."

As he stared at the light within Annan’s pupils, the dark emotions surging within "Nicholas II" uncontrollably grew intense. The disappointments meant never to be spoken to anyone again spilled out under the lure of that brilliance.

Like a moth to the flame.

Like a shadow that becomes clearer once the candle is lit——

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