Super Righteous Player
Chapter 934 - 467: Tune of Elegance and Grace

Chapter 934: Chapter 467: Tune of Elegance and Grace

——Personality dissolution.

Vladimir’s worldview, outlook on life, and all emotions and memories he held so far were like code that had been scrambled and randomly combined, as well as melted into a clump of silvery artwork.

As an "individual," he had been completely "initialized."

His attributes had not been destroyed, his body had not been injured because of this.

But even his Transcendent profession had been shattered.

All the skills he possessed were reset to zero. All the traits he held were erased, even the affinity for elements was eliminated, and naturally, the Elemental Power was also lost.

Vladimir’s memory had been cleaned as if he were a baby. Even the common sense of colors and sounds had been erased... Anyone could re-educate this "giant baby," and become his parent.

At least his spinal cord still retained the instincts of a living creature, and his body had fully developed, so he probably wouldn’t wet the bed every day—but that was about it.

At least, as the "Winter Reverser" Vladimir... at this time, he had completely died.

——Chiron did not even attack Vladimir directly.

Merely at the moment she appeared, the uncontrollable power of the Sirens brought the demise of the individual known as "Vladimir," an "absolute death" as a person.

He was not simply "dead," but "reset to zero."

Even abilities related to resurrection could not bring him back. Even if someone truly tried to resurrect him, they would only bring up this pure, baby-like Vladimir... and such a Vladimir was naturally meaningless.

After all, he knew nothing and could do nothing.

...Perhaps it was no different from being directly hit by a bullet from Grandmother Bone.

Watching Vladimir who had fallen into a coma, Annan still felt no pity.

The absolver behind Annan, however, seemed somewhat emotional as she looked at "Vladimir," as if she thought of something. But her emotions did not affect her work—her verdict was delivered without any delay.

[Verdict——]

The absolver’s raised finger fell, and the sinner was given a corresponding and reasonable judgment.

[Poison Kill]

[Strangulation]

[Death by Fire]

Triple death penalty.

The absolver, this newly born goddess, obviously had not really judged many sinners yet.

That execution by beheading, which Vladimir dodged with the power of "Black Mammoni"... It seemed to have left some sort of psychological shadow on her.

To prevent Vladimir from having any methods of avoiding death or being immune to certain types of attacks, causing her verdict to fail to kill him, she specifically killed him a few more times...

...But that’s fine.

Knowing to ensure the job is finished is a good habit...

Hopefully, sinners later judged by the absolver have an incident.

Annan didn’t go for the kill to snag a head— not that he wasn’t tempted by the experience, but it was mainly because under Chiron’s gaze, he felt embarrassed... and also quite hesitant to do something that might lower his "impression score."

Chiron wouldn’t simply obey him because he was the holder of the Third Siren.

Because the Third Siren was not originally a "Great Calamity Curio with three Sirens as Summons"... he was merely a jailer holding a key.

The tri-colored staff held by Annan had lost its "deep blue," turning the tri-colored staff completely into a bi-colored one. The ability that represented "triple damage" had also disappeared from the attributes of the[Third Siren].

...However, Annan had already realized.

The Third Siren had a very significant, design-related issue.

That is, although it had the ability to seal and release the Siren...

——But it did not have the ability to seal the Siren back again.

Annan suddenly wanted to ask Chiron how the Elven Emperor managed to put the White Lady back after he released her.

Annan hesitantly raised the "Siren of Three," and asked with some hesitation, "The enemy has been defeated."

"Do you want—come back?"

Yawen gave no response.

She simply flapped her wings, flying in the sky, quietly watching Annan.

She was a stunningly beautiful winged girl.

She had deep blue to light blue ombré hair that was twice as long as her height, and her wings felt as smooth and silky as satin, with a gradient of blue. If she were to fly, she would resemble a beautiful bird from afar.

Her floating posture was more reminiscent of a butterfly than a bird.

It would remind one of a sculpture with an ideal face, as dignified as a goddess. Her figure was also ideal.

Her deep blue eyes were like the gems that would incite goddesses to compete in mythology. She did not need light because a Siren does not need "eyes" to see the world.

What emanated from those eyes was not the color of the irises but the brilliance of a radiant soul.

There was no need for garments—for she herself was an embodiment of beauty, and Sirens did not need to walk among humans.

Rather, that attitude was not meant to be hidden.

And no one could see her true form without being affected...

Due to the existence of Paper Princess, the world’s concept of "beauty" had deviated, causing Legeya’s face to be somewhat similar to Annan’s.

Or rather, it was because the seal was broken in this era that the Siren now appeared this way.

And compared to the high-purity and complete concept of "beauty," supportive, or even non-impeding clothing did not exist in this era.

...But perhaps it was because her face resembled Annan’s that, with the aid of "Transcendent Will," Annan could barely maintain his sanity under the Siren’s influence.

"...Legeya."

Annan stared at the deep blue Siren, murmuring softly.

The tragic writer, very rational, bowed respectfully to the Siren. From the beginning, he kept his head down, watching the ground and lowering his presence without uttering a word.

Absolutionist Elle, however, was not affected. She stepped forward with nervousness and caution, wanting to shield Annan.

[—Charioteer?]

Yawen cast a curious look at Annan and made a melodious sound.

[Otherworldly soul... Contradictory brilliance...]

It was not any language, but rather a song-like tone.

For Sirens were born in an era before language existed and when there was no need for communication.

It was more like the calls of a bird... or the singing of a poet without any meaning.

But just hearing that sound was enough to understand the meaning behind it.

Annan merely heard the voice and slightly faltered... His consciousness was cut off for about four to five seconds before he finally regained his composure.

Seeing Annan regain his composure, Yawen’s mouth curved into a slight, satisfied smile.

The emotion in her eyes... Perhaps it was closeness and recognition?

But it might have been an illusion.

As Annan was not a Transcendent possessing Elemental Power of the soul, he could not read information directly from the soul.

What assured Annan that Yawen seemed to have some fondness for him... was comparing her attitude towards the other two:

[The werewolf who pursues strange beauty, and the child who inherits the dreams of others?]

Yawen glanced at the tragic writer and absolutionist, then lost interest in them.

In her pupils, there was absolute indifference.

It even made Annan vaguely think of Vladimir’s eyes...