Super Righteous Player
Chapter 915 - 450: Light Born from the Mirror

Chapter 915: Chapter 450: Light Born from the Mirror

Annan had long harbored doubts.

Why did the Book of the Celestial Chariot, clearly known as the Book of Truth of the Mist Realm, rely entirely on the warriors from the Otherworld?

Whether it was summoning, enhancing experience, or resurrecting—all these powers centered around the players.

Yet this was not logical.

The original Charioteer, her power was deeply connected to this world.

If Annan could summon these players because they came from a world similar to his own... why couldn’t he summon people from his own world? And if the form of the Book of the Celestial Chariot was unrelated to Annan, why were all those summoned by the book familiar "players" to him?

Now, he finally understood—there was indeed a means to grant power to the natives.

It was just that this right was in the hands of Nicholas II... or rather, in the hands of the "Nicholas" who had been killed.

Nicholas had once created "perfect beings," parentless man-made humans, in an attempt to replace the old humanity; whereas Annan distributed the privilege of "rebirth and growth" to others, helping them reach perfection at a visibly rapid pace...

To some extent, these two methods might be different paths leading to the same destination.

If Annan had wanted, he could also have easily used this power to end the world, or to create his own dark empire.

Abilities resembling those in the mirror, inside and out.

The difference was only the disparity in the thoughts of those who wielded these powers.

"...So, is that why I received this authority from him?"

Annan murmured to himself: "Is this the ’Mirror’..."

If he thought about it carefully, the powers he obtained from the Book of the Celestial Chariot seemed to be closely related to the "mirror" from which he had gained the abilities.

But a calm and bright voice sounded behind him:

"You’re not wrong, Annan."

The boy-next-door type wearing a monocle, dressed in silver robes, had appeared behind Annan at an unknown time.

He was flipping a silver coin in his right hand, and the monocle reflected the light.

"...Lord Silver Baron."

Annan fell silent for a moment and respectfully bowed to the Silver Baron.

The Silver Baron only came closer with a smile: "What are you thinking about, my little cutie?

"I see a trace of doubt in your eyes...

"If you have doubts, it’s best to speak them out right away; otherwise, under the accumulation of prejudice, they may gradually turn into suspicions and misunderstandings."

"...Indeed."

Annan nodded gently.

Nicholas was an enemy who, unlike the Dream Stealer, did not enlighten Annan’s spirit, nor was he like the Spirit Monk, whom Annan would fight with all his might and burning life to defeat.

He was a man of low stature.

Completely different from powerful enemies like Professor Gray and the Winter Reverser; let alone the Transcendents like the Unfallen Shield and the Dream Stealer who had once shaken Annan’s soul.

Yet both were of the Gold rank.

Nicholas indeed had many great inventions and was worshipped by some... but this was only worship of his talent itself.

His character, morality, and even magnanimity were far inferior to his wisdom.

Simply put, he was a truly petty person with outstanding abilities.

But it was also precisely because of this, what he did and the words he spoke... made Annan begin to reflect.

Originally, Annan had intended to think quietly to himself, but after the Silver Baron said this, he felt that the Silver Baron was right.

The Silver Baron’s experience and wisdom were far greater than his own as a common man.

Perhaps he did indeed have some thoughts to share with him.

So Annan asked for advice: "Lord Silver Baron, what I was just thinking is—if the birth of the Celestial Chariot necessarily entails letting the mirrors commit evil deeds, and I have to judge them...

"So what’s the difference between me and those nobles, monarchs, and even Nicholas himself, whom he accused? It’s just that he sacrificed all of humanity, while I sacrificed those killed by the mirrors."

Annan furrowed his brows and spoke softly, "Can this... really be called ’Justice’?"

"It’s rare," the Silver Baron mused, patting Annan on the shoulder, "to see you also have days of confusion."

"I am but a mortal. My talents are limited, my wisdom insufficient. When I encounter something I cannot resolve, of course, I will be confused."

Annan shook his head, not pleased by the veiled praise from the Silver Baron.

He was indeed pondering such a matter.

He had indeed defeated Nicholas and received new Fragments of Truth from the "mirror."

But... the villagers at the entrance of Blood Butterfly Valley, those he transformed in the Royal Capital, and those who were killed directly or indirectly by them—the commoners, the dark wizards, even Prince Philip.

Do they also belong to the "necessary sacrifice" during Annan’s awakening?

"So, what do you think?"

The Silver Baron looked at Annan with interest, casually raised a silver barrier, and enveloped the two of them within it to prevent their conversation from being overheard by the players outside.

He inquired, "Annan, how do you view this matter yourself?"

"To eradicate evil is to do good—I did think so."

Annan answered softly, "But I feel that if, to attain ’good,’ one allows the enemy to become ’evil’... this is fundamentally wrong.

"If the sacrifice of the innocent is a necessary part for the emergence of the Chariot... then I think, perhaps I may not receive the recognition of the Heart of Justice. Because this act is neither correct nor just."

Annan’s pupils gradually became brighter, his voice clearer and more fluent: "But I know the significance of the Chariot for this world, so I won’t capriciously say ’this isn’t right’. However, I will bear the deaths of these people, take responsibility for their deaths, atone... I will go and save more people. To help those who suffer because of their deaths, not for the recognition of holy relics..."

Merely to set an example for the players.

This thought made Annan feel somewhat ashamed, so he did not voice it.

But the Silver Baron had already understood.

He sighed contentedly, chuckled, and patted Annan on the shoulder.

"Such a good child..."

The Silver Baron spoke gently, "But you don’t need to be so tense. Let me tell you something deeper.

"In fact, not all mirrors are villains. Or rather, becoming a villain is not the reason they became mirrors."

Annan lifted his head to look at the Silver Baron, stood quietly, and listened without interrupting.

The Silver Baron reached out and gently brushed over Annan’s clothes, the tattered white robe was repaired and made even more beautiful.

"What are mirrors, Annan? What do people first see in a mirror?"

The Silver Baron spoke calmly, "Not ’one’s own reflection,’ but ’oneself’. It’s because they recognize that the person in the mirror is themselves that they become aware of the parts that are opposite to them.

"They are not utterly vile villains, nor do we indulge them to become utterly vile to fulfill the conditions of ’Justice’. In fact, we didn’t at first think the most suitable holy relic for you was Justice.

"The reason you see them all as evil is precisely because of your own kindness and justice. Another person might see arrogance in Nicholas, or cowardice, or his disloyalty and unfilial conduct, or his meaningless hatred and displaced anger.

"What you lack, you are able to see. There are many evil acts in this world, but we will not add to them nor will we reduce them... because that belongs to the realm of ’mortals’ and should be the responsibility of human laws.

"You have avenged the dead. And the rest is not your sin, but Nicholas’s."

The Silver Baron spoke warmly, "Your defeat of him came a bit late, but that is not a sin. Justice may be late, but it is not guilty for being late—rather, it is coincidence."

"Coincidence?"

"Or perhaps fate. Not everything in this world can be resolved fairly or judged promptly. If justice happens to be late, it should not push the guilt onto the latecomer... of course, that’s assuming it was genuinely ’accidentally’ late."

The Silver Baron spoke calmly, "And what you can do is just to ensure justice is as punctual as possible. Let those who should be judged be judged, let those who should be redeemed be redeemed.

"The Chariot... Perhaps you haven’t realized, but you are also proud."

The young man patted Annan on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Your mirror... is also a person. Not good people from a template, nor demons from a fairy tale book, but living, complex individuals.

"Light is born from the mirror—but that isn’t light stolen from the mirror. The mirror itself has no light.

"What you see... has always been your own light."