Super Righteous Player
Chapter 927 - 461: The Unobserved Person

Chapter 927: Chapter 461: The Unobserved Person

Annan was struck by a flicker of disdain in his heart.

——"I definitely do not want to merge with him."

Annan subconsciously wanted to use a spell... but realized he couldn’t cast anything. He was unable to use spells or swordsmanship——it was as if he wasn’t a Transcendent at all, but an ordinary person.

Not only himself, but Vladimir was in the same position.

It was only then that Annan suddenly realized——whether it was the Tragedy Writer or the Absolver, ever since Vladimir had started to explain his abilities, they couldn’t hear their voices anymore.

"...Is this a dream?"

"Exactly, this is indeed a dream,"

Vladimir said frankly, "This is a lucid dream. It’s another world, a world not interfered by ’Fate’...

"Then why should the world we were in before be considered real? That might also be a dream, which is why such bizarre coincidences occur——because they are designed by fate."

"You’ve gone mad."

Annan frowned tightly, "Is it because of your contact with the Worm?"

"Call it what you want."

The youthfully transformed Vladimir seemed to have become a lot more amiable.

He gradually strolled towards Annan.

Meanwhile, Annan held the Siren of the Third Sea, constantly moving backwards.

But Vladimir was not in a hurry to attack Annan.

He simply leisurely explained his ability: "Another effect of Black Mammoni is that when my spirit, my mind, my memories are touched by another... all the alterations to me will also apply to the other person.

"If you want to make me angry, you will also become angry; if you want to crush my soul, your soul will be crushed by yourself; if you wish to alter my memory... then your memory, too, will be overwritten by the memory you have altered.

"I will become ’one’ transformed into ’two.’ It’s a pity, you didn’t use your Great Calamity Curio to interfere with me... I really wanted to know, when Great Calamity Curios clash, whose effect will take precedence?"

"...But I haven’t influenced your mind."

"Indeed."

Vladimir sincerely nodded, "Now, it is I who am influencing your mind.

"Because the influence between people is relative. Just by influencing your mind, it can also be seen as you simultaneously influencing me..."

"...Is there such a theory?"

"Of course. I have ’shared my secret with you,’ and hence, ’the distance between our minds has been narrowed.’ Since the distance between us has changed, there’s no doubt that you have influenced me."

"Aren’t you just nitpicking?"

Even in extreme tension, Annan couldn’t help but retort.

He always felt that Vladimir had not revealed the true capabilities of "Black Mammoni." He must have secretly changed something, but Annan couldn’t immediately discern which statement was a lie or had been concealed.

But this Great Calamity Curio was just too troublesome:

As soon as one was influenced by a being of a higher rank, they would instantly become invincible——Vladimir was of the Gold Rank, which meant that beings of the Truth Rank and deities could not harm him at all.

Yet, in this "observer state," he could, through speech, "reveal his secrets to others" and thereby pull others into dreams.

While in this state, any influence Annan had on him would also reflect back on Annan; but the influence he had on Annan would not bounce back to himself.

——This was the ability that Vladimir had shown so far.

It was outright a tool for trampling on the weak.

Those stronger than him could not counter him; those weaker than him could not defeat him... and couldn’t even escape.

But it was precisely because this Great Calamity Curio was too much of a "weak-trampling tool" that Annan believed that he must be lying.

Because Vladimir did say something right.

Great Calamity Curios were indeed "restraining objects to counter deities."

So, what exactly could such things restrain?

Annan thought silently and rapidly.

One thing was certain.

Vladimir was not the type who "enjoys gambling." He believed fate should not have chances, only certainties——that is, there must be a return for what is given, the more one gives, the more one should receive, and life should not have any randomness.

So it was certain that he wasn’t blustering at the beginning.

Even though Vladimir’s understanding of the Siren of the Third Sea was wrong.

But he did know that Annan had the ability to modify his consciousness.

In such a situation, his daring to appear before Annan... implied that he should indeed be able to rebound mental control abilities.

That’s why he didn’t trigger Black Mammoni at the beginning. According to Vladimir’s planning, if no deity witnessed this scene, in the end, the most Annan could do was "use the Siren of the Third Sea."

However, Vladimir did not know that the Siren of the Third Sea was in fact a sealing device against the Sirens.

He didn’t know that Annan still had a trump card in his hand...

That was a secret from the beginning of Genesis, which Annan obtained while observing the players, from the "Sacrifice."

It was about the Night, the Goddess of the Cup, and the mysterious lady—those hidden pieces of knowledge.

Moreover, Annan had something else.

"So, you mean... you can rebound my mental attacks, but you cannot be immune to them, right?"

As he pondered, Annan continued to follow Vladimir’s lead in the conversation.

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly stopped walking.

He shifted the Trident of Siren to his left hand, while the silver ring on his right index finger suddenly transformed into a gun.

It was a pure white, double-barreled short shotgun with golden runes inlaid onto its wings.

A gift from the Bone Picker.

Named "Forgiveness of the Bone Picker," it was a double-barreled short shotgun with only one bullet.

Vladimir, because of his previous proximity to Annan, found himself with the gun pressed against his forehead as Annan raised it.

The smile on Vladimir’s face suddenly froze.

"——Excellent, it seems you recognize it."

Annan’s lips curled into a gentle smile, "I don’t need to explain it to you, do I?

"Whoever is hit by it——will be forgotten by the world."

Of course.

In fact, the one who didn’t understand the gun was Annan himself.

Annan didn’t even know what the effect of being "forgotten by the world" actually was.

But luckily, it seemed Vladimir recognized it, and so there was no need for Annan to bluff.

Vladimir’s lips twitched slightly, his smile fading a great deal:

"... You realize, if you use it on me, you’ll die too, right?"

"Will I?"

Annan squinted his eyes, "Didn’t you say... that this world is a dream?"

Hearing this, Vladimir fell silent for a moment.

Annan suddenly realized something.

A scene from the past flashed before his eyes.

...Come to think of it, the power of the Smoke Mirror is to reverse the real and the false.

Just as there is a connection between the Fourth Commentary and the Sixth Chronicle.

Maybe... The Black Door and the Smoke Mirror are connected as well?

If that’s the case——

"Then... how about this?"

Annan’s lips curled up as he moved the gun barrel from Vladimir’s forehead to his own temple.

"Are you suggesting I shoot myself?"

Annan gazed at Vladimir.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, "Do you wish for me to shoot?"

Vladimir was taken aback at this.

He hesitated for a moment, just as he was about to speak... he finally realized the mistake he had made, and his expression showed regret.

In just that moment of hesitation, he had given everything away.

"It’s a nice piece, but you don’t know how to use it."

Annan said leisurely, "Did you think I was bluffing?

"Why do you know certain things but not others? You seem to know a great deal about me, even some of the powers of the Great Calamity Curio I hold... but you’ve overlooked my ace in the hole.

"Think about it, where did you go wrong?"

Annan’s lips curled slightly, "It must be that, isn’t it?

"Anything related to gods—the secrets that the Bone Picker and the Absolver, the Silver Baron and the Faceless Poet told me, the gift from the Bone Picker... you’re unaware of them.

"Is it that you don’t know, or you simply can’t see? Why is it that you can ignore all attacks from gods, yet you still try to prevent any god from coming here as much as possible?

"What exactly are you afraid of?

"Or is it not that you fear the gods’ attacks on you... but rather, you’re concerned about the influence gods may exert on [me]?"