The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 604: No One Can Judge Your Life

Chapter 604: No One Can Judge Your Life

Hearing Tragedy Writer’s deep and magnetic voice, Annan felt a tingling chill down his spine.

It was like the intoxicating fruit full of juice.

Or…

It was like being stared at by a snake wrapped around the branches of an apple tree.

Tragedy Writer was the deity in the younger generation.

However, the pressure from Him was far greater than the Paper Princess and Father Stone Annan had encountered, who were older than Him.

The pressure alone was close to the level of Faceless Poet.

There was no malice or murderous intent in His gaze.

It was a gaze so calm that it reminded one of the seas at midnight. Yet, under the impenetrable darkness, a dim light of hope shone.

Compared to that level of mystery, it was the pure childlike curiosity and joy that made people feel terrified.

It was like a child tearing off a b.u.t.terfly’s wings, wondering how it would fly, like a child drowning an ant’s nest with juice and watching them drown in the gift with joy.

Ordinary people would be stunned, unable to move because of fear.

Annan, who had no fear, could even feel the numbness of his spine. It was as if an electric current was constantly rus.h.i.+ng through the spine… He felt abnormal excitement and joy. His body was so excited that he began to tremble, his breathing was a little heavy, and he couldn’t help but clench his fists to relieve the pressure.

“I do have something to look for you.”

In front of the Tragedy Writer, Annan did not put up an act; he didn’t hide his emotions at all.

It was impossible to hide it.

“Did you give me many holy light engravings not long ago?”

“That’s right.”

Tragedy Writer chuckled lightly, “You have provided me a good show. You deserve it.”

“A good show?”

“Don’t you know it well yourself? This delicate tragedy is like an inverted ‘Gemini’ story. The son of the dead deity, the son of man, who gave up everything to save the other party, and the son who died in the dream to save his friend. The Son of G.o.d who would rather die.”

“The never-ending spiral of sacrifice entangled in fate… That is the ‘Gemini’ on the tragic level.”

“When the spiral was interrupted, the conspiracy was exposed. The betrayal was reenacted, and the muddy soul of the mere childishness released a golden light in an instant… This is exactly what I want to see.”

Tragedy Writer smiled, saying, “Also, there is someone who thinks that the old history has long been forgotten.”

“He suddenly awakens in a dream and realizes his secret is exposed… He is filled with panic and anxiety. What kind of decision will he make from this panic and anxiety?”

“Do you want to inform the ‘other me’ of this information? Or do you want to reunite with other selves? Or do you plan to exterminate the person who learned the news? What kind of conspiracy will emerge from this? That’s what I’m curious about and what I want to see: a tragic [sequel].”

Tragedy Write revealed the answer in one go.

He could not contain his excitement.

No matter what Tragedy Writer was saying, the smile on his face could not be dissipated.

It was as if someone had branded this shame on their body with a red-hot iron.

“So, my lovely Annan.”

His deep voice lingered in Annan’s ear, “I’ll reward you… Is there anything wrong?”

Annan believed that if Tragedy Write were by his side at this moment, He would hold his shoulder with one hand from behind——his intuition brought about by the [Transcended Perception] told him exactly this.

“It’s more than that.” Annan looked directly into the Tragedy Writer’s eyes.

Annan did not know if there was something wrong with the mirror.

Annan felt his smile was similar to Tragedy Writer’s, and it was becoming increasingly similar.

He asked Tragedy Writer seriously, “Do you think the story about ‘me’ is also a tragedy?”

Annan was suspicious of that.

Tragedy Writer had noticed Annan when he came to Noah Kingdom to meet Kafni for the first time before he lost his memory.

The son of the Grand Duke, who voluntarily gave up his memory to rise to a higher position, becoming the Future Deity in the Book of Truth’s favor.

If Tragedy Writer was a person looking for fun…

Was the story of Annan becoming Don Juan Geraint under the gaze of the Tragedy Writer?

“Not always.” Unexpectedly, Tragedy Writer unswervingly gave a negative answer to this.

“Fate is the fate of the Divine Transporter.”

Tragedy Writer said slowly, “This sentence can also be understood as [Fate] is the loser after fighting the Divine Transporter. Knocking down other people’s unfortunate fate and then standing on top of it, isn’t this the playwright of fate?”

“Your story is already destined to be an epic. How can I not pay attention to you? As for whether your life is happy or miserable, whether your journey is full of ambition or regret… I will not be so full of myself and comment on it as a tragedy before the end of your story.”

“No one can comment on your life, Annan. Neither can I.”

The soothing voice of the Tragedy Writer rang in Annan’s ears.

He was joyful, showing a contented smile and gently spreading his hands.

“I’m in quiet joy.”

He said slowly and heavily, “Even if you didn’t call me today, I would still look at you and show the same smile.”

It was a scorching “love”.

It was like a sculptor staring eagerly at an unfinished stone and wood statue… like a painter facing a chaotic mess of colors.

It looked like a prototype with random daub of color.

For creators, what they wanted to create was already “hidden in it”.

Annan realized Tragedy Writer might know more than he first thought.

He might have been paying attention to Annan all along.

The reason why Tragedy Write suddenly gave Annan 120 holy light engravings probably wasn’t just because He saw a good story.

Instead, He saw two storylines finally intertwined and merged before Him.

“Your holy light engravings don’t really help.” Annan was silent for a while, then said directly in a low voice.

“Oh?”

Seeing this, Tragedy Writer smiled brighter, “Are you being this straightforward already?”

“Did you notice something, Annan?”

That was right. At the very beginning when Annan met Tragedy Writer, Annan planned to be more tactful.

Annan was not sure at the beginning whether returning the holy light engravings given by the Him and asking for a discount would anger Him.

Annan wouldn’t be confident to do that in his original world.

However, he soon realized that Tragedy Writer wouldn’t be mad.

Compared to what happened over there at Trisino, the protagonist of the “script” Tragedy Writer cared more about was Annan.

Yes.

Tragedy Writer did not gift Annan so many holy light engravings because of an exciting twist on Trisino’s nightmare.

—But because the person who made this nightmare take an exciting twist was “Annan”.

Annan got to the bottom of it.

In the beginning, these were the holy light engravings that Tragedy Writer found an excuse to give to Annan.

The possibility was highly likely.

If anything was surprising, it might be the calling the Tragedy Writer.

Consider the ability to predict the future held by Trisino… Wasn’t this the future Tragedy Writer saw?

He gave Annan so many holy light engravings to have a dialogue with Annan now.

Even earlier…

A creepy feeling struck Annan.

That was why he didn’t want to delay any longer. If Tragedy Writer expected everything, it would be better to settle it quickly.

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