Super Righteous Player
Chapter 898 - 435: Inside the Mirror·Outside the Mirror

Chapter 898: Chapter 435: Inside the Mirror·Outside the Mirror

"I detest humanity."

After a brief silence, "Nicholas the Second" uttered these somber words.

In his emotionless voice, only the word "detest" was vividly alive.

Perhaps because, in his artificial life, only this genuine hatred truly belonged to him alone.

"The humans ’I’ once created, without a doubt, were a new species superior to humanity. Just as in ancient times the elves replaced humans and built the splendid empire of Aesirland... isn’t it good to let the ’Awakeners’ create the Awakeners Empire?"

The phantom known as "Nicholas the Second," asked earnestly from his heart, "This world will eventually be destroyed—the Mist keeps building up, and everyone will be imprisoned within the great barrier that will collapse inward.

"The population is increasing... without wars to reduce it and no way to obtain additional resources, humans’ desire for a better future will inevitably lead them to cull themselves from within.

"In the end, all that awaits is destruction—because it is impossible for humans to reach a consensus. Compared to humanity, all species outside are enemies; compared to one’s own country, people from other countries hold hostility; compared to one’s own townsfolk, people from other places each have their faults; even compared to one’s own family and close friends, even a fellow townsman can be sacrificed.

"In the end, everyone wants salvation for themselves and their own ’few,’ everyone is selfish... the more this is the case, the less likely anyone will be saved."

Nicholas the Second raised his head and, without any hesitation or doubt, loudly declared, "Only my answer is correct!

"If humans cannot unite as one, then they will never survive this inevitable apocalypse! Rather than waiting to die after exhausting all resources, why not birth a grand new civilization in this filthy soil—

"A ’collective mind’ that can readily sacrifice individuals and, as individuals, make sacrifices without any grievances! All thoughts connected, knowledge shared... because there is no ’individual,’ meaningless entertainment will no longer exist, and each person will be part of something ’greater’..."

"—I should say, everyone would be a part of ’Nicholas,’ isn’t that right?"

Annan interrupted him.

The incessantly talking "Nicholas the Second," like a flame extinguished by rain, fell silent. Only a faint smoke swayed in the rain.

"The reason Nicholas was executed back then was not because he created a grander humanity, but because these so-called ’Awakeners’ were reproductively isolated from the old humans."

Annan spoke calmly, "Let me put it more clearly.

"If Nicholas really wanted to ’destroy the old world,’ why was his own consciousness also in the neural network of artificial humans?

"And if he wanted to save the world, why would he specifically segregate all the old humans, leaving them no place in the new world?

"If he wanted to establish his own influence, why would he disguise these artificial humans as ordinary humans, infiltrating them among normal humans to seize power?"

Annan sneered, "The answer is quite simple. Perhaps in Nicholas’s plan, there indeed were sub-projects of ’saving the world’ and ’destroying the old humans,’ but they were not his main goals.

"From the beginning, his desire wasn’t to have the world reborn from ashes—but to make himself the emperor of the new empire, the god of the new world.

"Even before this, his primary intent was to take revenge on this world. To take revenge on those old humans, to nurture his own forces, and to seize their power and wealth using the ’false talents’ Nicholas loathed so much."

Annan said solemnly, "So, in the end,

"—aren’t you the same kind of person?

"My friends have a scholarly term for your kind of thinking."

Annan’s lips curled slightly, chuckling, "It’s called... wanting to engage in a service industry while also wanting to erect a monumental building."

"Cough, cough..."

After a brief silence, "Nicholas the Second" suddenly began to choke.

He displayed a pained expression—like vomiting, he bowed his head forcefully coughing, but only coughed up some blood-stained ice shards.

This was while Annan conversed with him, silently replacing some mood words with phonetically similar "Frost Speech," thus the curse spell of "Frost Speech" silently permeated his body.

The secret words capable of summoning blizzards, the bitterly cold curses, were all poured into the lungs of "Nicholas the Second."

"Is it... the curse of Frost Speech?"

The phantom of "Nicholas the Second" spoke bitterly, "You are as despicable as they are..."

"This is a normal tactic, my friend."

Annan shrugged nonchalantly, "What do you think I am doing? Trying to persuade you like a passionate shonen protagonist? Do you think you can still redeem yourself and join my team?

"You wouldn’t seriously think so, would you? Then you are mistaken—"

Annan’s voice suddenly turned colder.

The blood butterflies swirling around him suddenly transformed into crimson ice crystals, falling to the ground.

And beside him, the ground was stained with a layer of frost white.

"Although from the very beginning, I knew I had to kill you...at first, I admired your talent.

"What truly stirred my desire to kill...was you yourself."

"Is it because I used them for experiments? Or because I harmed ordinary people?"

"Nicholas II" placed his hand on his chest, his complexion gradually became rosy as he silently healed himself.

He sneered, "You monarchs...when you wage wars, implement policies, even when you tax and judge, isn’t that more killing than I ever did?

"Are not the people who die because of your foolishness even more numerous than those I have killed? Chaotic law enforcement, flawed laws, or the power struggles of the nobles... Why am I judged for killing just a few hundred people for a great experiment, while criminals who indirectly kill thousands due to lack of talent are at most charged with ’dereliction of duty’?

"Is stupidity not a sin?"

The phantom with the fake name, the entity whose memories were altered by external forces, stared at Annan, questioning him word by word, "And I—was I a sin from the moment I was born?

"Killing ’me’ wasn’t enough; even the ’thought entity’ that remained, just a few fragments after the soul was erased, could be utilized! And what was the outcome after I created ’poison dust’ that could combat demons?

"—It was used as nourishment for the Chariot!"

"I sympathize with your unfortunate fate."

Annan spoke softly, "But one thing—you’ve been wrong from the start.

"Your misfortunes do not justify harming others, nor do they validate your actions. You maliciously used your skills, attempting to fundamentally annihilate humanity... If your ’indirect culpability’ theory were valid, then the most prolific executioner, the most unforgivable criminal in the world—would indeed be yourself.

"Unfortunately, it seems you never applied this theory of right and wrong to yourself."

Annan’s pupils seemed to reflect the human soul.

Staring into Annan’s eyes, one could no longer utter insincere words.

"—Can you explain?"

"All I eliminated were the ignorant, the hypocritical, the incompetent, the old humanity..."

"So, you think that the ignorant do not deserve human rights, or even deserve to live, is that it?"

Annan cut off "Nicholas II", "What do you truly value, morals and laws... or your own ideals?"

He made no response.

He merely said lightly, "It’s a necessary sacrifice. A hundred fools, a thousand fools together, do not contribute to the world as much as I do on my own.

"Without a doubt, I am the smartest person in this world, so I should guide the direction of this world. Not be bound by any rules, traditions, morals, or laws... Only fools worry about morals and laws because they too need these things to protect themselves.

"But I do not. Even the gods rely on my wisdom; even the gods cannot destroy my memory, my existence is undoubtedly eternal."

He looked deeply at Annan, "At least...I am far more important to this world than a young duke raised in a greenhouse by the gods, a baby, or even a soul from another world.

"Ultimately, this world does not need Justice."

"Nicholas II" murmured softly, "All it needs...is just me.

"To unite the five nations, clear the Mist, lead the new humanity towards a new realm... I have precise and detailed plans. Even without the Power of the Chariot, I can accomplish this. This is the ultimate in reason and Wisdom...But since you’ve come before me."

"Nicholas II’s" voice was filled with murderous intent: "Getting an extra chip isn’t too bad."

"It truly is...the more puzzles are solved, the more they expand, the more mysteries are unraveled, the more they are revealed."

Annan murmured softly, "I now truly ’understand’ you. But it is because I understand you enough..."

He tightened his grip on the tricolor scepter with his left hand and casually pulled off and tossed aside the hairband that tied his hair into a ponytail with his right hand.

His pure white hair began to light up gradually, emitting a pure glow, and floating on its own.

"I’ve truly realized—I must kill you here."

Annan’s voice slowly resonated with a deep echo.

His gaze was crystal clear.

It wasn’t about murderous intent. It wasn’t about hatred. It wasn’t about duty.

It was simply like two people inside and outside the mirror, at the moment of the mirror’s shattering, one of them must die.

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