Super Righteous Player
Chapter 926 - 460: The Uninterfered Object

Chapter 926: Chapter 460: The Uninterfered Object

Hemamene.

Annan had heard this term before, which was a special term from ancient Greek astrologers.

The root of this term came from one-third of the Greek goddess of night, Nyx, known as "the goddess of cause and consequence and fate," Hemamene.

In ancient Greece, "fate" was an unavoidable destiny, binding even the gods. The astrologers of ancient Greece proposed a concept... the "universal fate," their "Hemamene."

The reason why a person was a human instead of a dog or a tree, why he was male instead of female, why he had blonde hair instead of black hair, and why his blood type was A instead of O, was all decided by his Hemamene.

The "universal fate" that one is born with and cannot be changed by acquired luck, is the Hemamene of a "creature." When this concept entered Gnosticism, it became a formidable, absolute fate imposed by the creator.

It was as if the creator was using "universal fate" to restrain ordinary people with the rules and regulations of a prison, forever maintaining its absolute rule—this universal fate was the so-called "Hemamene."

If that was the case.

Then this Great Calamity Curio... most likely represents one of the inner triangular curses that represent the number "two." Could it be meant to counteract Haoyun or Yawen’s curse?

Annan could not yet ascertain what the effect of this Great Calamity Curio was.

But judging by its currently displayed function...

It at least had the potential to prevent Vladimir from being killed by the absolver.

Annan stared intently at Vladimir’s right hand.

The wound Annan had bitten before was continuously emitting black smoke, which drifted towards the floating cube in the air, while this pitch-black cube was quietly rotating.

"—No need to try anymore, absolver," Vladimir’s head, lying on the ground, spoke blandly, "Once Hemamene is activated, the gods cannot kill me."

Having said that.

The head that had fallen on the ground suddenly disappeared and reappeared on his body without warning.

Not even a drop of blood spilled, and his clothes remained unstained.

As if the attack had never existed.

But from his words, Annan deciphered another meaning:

"So what you’re saying is... only a mortal can kill you?"

"You could interpret it that way," Vladimir replied calmly.

At some point, his jewel-like dazzling pupils had transformed into abyss-like dark objects.

"—Now, I will share part of its capability."

It was a risky statement that exposed his own abilities.

However, instead of reassurance, Annan felt a slight unease—a chill down his spine, a tingling sensation as though he was being targeted by a venomous snake.

Was it a type of ability that gained an advantage by disclosing one’s own secrets?

Annan faintly guessed his opponent’s intention.

...But despite that, he had to listen. Information was just too critical against an enemy who used completely unknown powers.

Even knowing it was likely a trick, he still had to listen.

It was a plain and straightforward [overt plot].

"When an existence of a higher soul tier than mine tries to intervene with me, Hemamene will enter a closed state. My fate will completely solidify, accepting no changes whatsoever. Even gods cannot exert any influence on me."

Vladimir slowly said, "In other words, I am now invincible. I do not accept any effect exerted by any existence other than myself."

Like saving a document as read-only.

He no longer accepted any modifications, thus claiming absolute immortality.

As if he did not exist in this world, merely an image... as if he had activated a protective barrier, entering a brief state of invincibility.

For this reason...

"...You also cannot affect others anymore, right?"

Annan suddenly spoke out, "So if you truly wish to kill me, you can’t maintain this state."

If every part of this world was directly or indirectly connected... then the causal law created between one of them, in fact, influenced all parts.

No one could isolate themselves. The very act of influencing others also affected the self in turn.

On the contrary.

To be unaffected by anything... one must not influence others. Otherwise, any interference with the external world would more or less lead to receiving a "reaction force" from fate.

That would no longer mean "accepting no change."

"It is as expected of you, Your Majesty," Vladimir smiled, "If one wishes to minimize ’fate’s influence on oneself, the only way is to reduce contact with the world to an extreme.

"One of the effects of [Hemamene] is exactly this. It severs my connection with this world, which is why..."

His voice trailed off.

Inside his own mind, Annan heard Vladimir’s echo:

[On the flip side, by sharing my secrets with you, I have significantly deepened our connection. Making our relationship closer...]

Annan’s pupils suddenly constricted.

He felt a sharp discomfort in his heart.

It was not palpitations, nor was it angina. It was more like...

Annan gripped the Tri-Sirens in his hand, looking somewhat shocked towards Vladimir who was gradually approaching.

In Annan’s eyes, Vladimir was like a non-existent illusion, a hallucination—because as he approached, the sublime false body behind him, and the elemental domain under his feet, remained where they were, not moving towards Annan.

[More like a resonance of hearts, right?]

As if hearing Annan’s thoughts,

Vladimir’s voice resounded within Annan’s mind.

He stepped forward, trying to touch Annan’s face again.

Snap!

But Annan reflexively raised his left hand, intending to swat Vladimir’s hand away.

Indeed, he did swat the hand away.

However, Annan distinctly felt that it was not the sensation of hitting the back of a hand. If he had to describe it, it felt more like plunging into a pool of sickly sticky syrup.

In that instant, fragments of memories flashed through Annan’s mind.

—Those were Vladimir’s memories.

Annan lifted his left hand and saw it appeared to be melting.

Merely from this brief contact with Vladimir, Annan’s body seemed to be disintegrating...

...No, that was incorrect.

"You... are also melting."

Annan clearly caught this detail.

The moment their hands made contact, a small part of Vladimir’s hand had also melted.

Or rather, it wasn’t melting.

It was a prelude to merging.

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