Super Righteous Player-Chapter 172 - 170: Enter the Picture and Die, Thank You!_1

Chapter 172: Chapter 170: Enter the Picture and Die, Thank You!_1

After the laser swept past, Hunter Karni’s upper body clothing was immediately burnt off.

His arms and torso had been sliced by the scorched rays.

But somewhat surprisingly...

What should have been fatal wounds only managed to cut into Karni’s arms deep enough to reveal the white of his bones.

Even though his flesh had turned charred black, he didn’t faint nor did he die... as if he couldn’t feel any pain at all.

Moreover, Karni’s injuries were rapidly healing.

Healing at a visibly miraculous rate!

In the almost horrific gaze of Tasty Goose, he saw flesh, pink as worms, peeking out from the charred wounds on Karni, shaking their heads desperately in the air. Once two pieces of flesh touched each other, they fused directly and entwined immediately.

Having been sliced nearly in half by Annan’s laser, Karni’s attention was now wholly fixed on Annan.

And for the first time, there was an expression on his face.

It was a look of immense rage and immense resentment.

The next moment, Tasty Goose suddenly felt his body no longer under his control.

He realized he seemed to have entered CG.

Tasty Goose turned his head around.

He saw on Arthur’s handsome and unruly face an almost disdainful compassion.

Clearly, he had seen Karni.

At the instant Karni was nearly cut in half by the laser, his waist-mounted crossbow, the potions in his vest, and his hidden weapons were all utterly destroyed.

After being hit by the "Scorching Gaze," Karni’s invisibility was dispelled.

Karni himself seemed to realize this fact.

After being injured by it, Karni seemed to give up on keeping silent and continuing to stealth.

The next moment, Karni spoke.

From his leaky throat came a broken voice, as if echoing from the depths of the abyss:

"Kill me..."

"— No, I won’t kill you, friend."

Arthur said, lightly flicking his armband and speaking casually, "I’m staying, not planning to hunt you or because I’m angry. I’ve long been accustomed to assassination attempts... I’m staying because I don’t like being threatened."

This feeling was very familiar to the vagrant child.

It was like the ostentatious gesture one of his very wealthy friends made by intentionally revealing a new watch...

Quick, look, look at me, look at this thing, it’s so valuable—

It was roughly that kind of silent outcry.

Arthur spread his arms, smiling and saying, "Because our statuses, our lives, the realms we seek are different. The peak of your lifetime is probably silver... but I’m different, I’m going for gold.

"You dare to kill because you have nothing to lose. But I’m different, I have my reputation to consider.

"Let’s be straight, friend. I’m not out to get you because what you do is none of my concern. We part today, and you’ll never see me again in your life. I don’t kill you not because I’m a cowardly fool but because I’m completely uninterested in the curse bindings, your curse bindings... How else could I progress to gold if I didn’t have a strict plan?

"But if I ignore and don’t absorb your curse bindings, they could turn into a nightmare, contaminating the environment. That would be a grave sin.

"So, if I killed you, you would become my stain. Your body would be dug up, turned into a specimen, used as evidence. Don’t think that advancing to silver lets you find some big shot to erase your dark past, friend... There are no secrets that can be kept from those ’Prophets.’ They just think some things aren’t necessary to tell."

Arthur smiled with a cunning gleam in his eyes, "In other words, you’re just not worth that much—but I am.

"I don’t want to chop up your body to feed the dogs, nor do I have the time to sit here and purify your nightmares. Whether I bury you or toss you into the sea, they’ll surely fish you out again... So please, do me a favor and don’t die here. If you want to die, go find a quiet, deserted place to commit suicide, and don’t trouble others."

He sighed and slowly shook his head.

"I’m telling you the truth. I’ve said this much, can you leave now?"

Arthur smiled amicably, "If you’re upset about your equipment being damaged, I can compensate you with fifty pounds. Consider it payment for adding to my combat experience."

"If you don’t leave now... I’ll break your limbs and send you back to the city police station."

Arthur said in a gentle tone.

There was no hatred in his eyes.

Even the anger from being attacked had faded... Controlling one’s anger, for a destructive wizard, is undoubtedly very difficult.

Unless he wasn’t really angry to begin with.

Yes.

From the beginning, Arthur had not been provoked.

He hadn’t even asked for Karni’s name, not even once—

And on Karni’s side, his facial features grew increasingly twisted.

Anger, greed, jealousy, and hatred mixed together, and the red flames burning on his body gradually turned black.

"Kill me... Arthur! Do you think I would be grateful for your mercy...

"I will not live on in humiliation and mediocrity!

"Either you kill me or let me kill you!!"

It was a roar full of resentment, almost insane.

His body began to swell, and all his wounds started bleeding at once.

Arthur’s smile on his face gradually grew colder.

Because at this time, his controller had switched to Annan.

Having heard this, Annan had already come to a realization.

The reason this nightmare was not "Karni hunting Wizard Arthur," but rather "Wizard Arthur against Karni."

Because Karni’s resentment was not that he "failed to successfully hunt Arthur."

But something even more pitiful...

——He didn’t even manage to die properly.

He wasn’t just beaten to within an inch of his life by Arthur and then barely escaped...

Rather, he was tormented repeatedly by Arthur under a Curse Binding of ultra-fast regeneration, having his regenerative power completely exhausted, after which Arthur forgave him.

It might have been even worse—he might have had his limbs broken, and been thrown back into the city.

So much so that Karni in death, subconsciously didn’t dare to challenge Arthur again.

As long as he could be killed by Arthur... it could be considered the end of his resentment.

He said he "definitely did not want to live on in humiliation and mediocrity..."

——Because he had already lived like that once before.

He had already been so thoroughly beaten by Arthur, he had lost all courage.

He even began to fear failure—so much so that even in the nightmares after death, he no longer dared to challenge Arthur.

His subsequent refraining from hunting everywhere must also be for the same reason...

"——But my view is not the same as Arthur’s."

Annan said coldly, "Killing trash like you doesn’t require shirking responsibility. If I kill you, I kill you, what more could happen?"

"You don’t know—the price I’ve paid! You don’t know what I’ve Sacrificed——"

Karni roared, his voice becoming increasingly inhuman.

His spine grew slowly, and a pair of bat-like wings emerged gradually on his back, as his body continued to grow taller.

...Is this, a demon?

One shuddered, wanting to raise her hand crossbow to shoot.

But Annan stopped her.

"Don’t move, wait for him to finish transforming."

Annan said peacefully, "That way, after you defeat him, the Curse Bindings you can choose from will be stronger."

——Boss, our worry is that we can’t beat him!

The four players cried out in their hearts.

But Annan, on the other hand, was no longer flustered.

He pulled several silver coins from his bosom, playing with them in his palm, quietly watching Karni begin his massive transformation.

——Don’t you know that growth and transformation are death flags?

According to Lord Bread’s words...

Divine Arts against "demon" class enemies... have bonus damage.

Moreover, although Arthur’s body is that of a destructive wizard, he has not advanced to silver, so he has not counteracted any school of spell.

That is to say...

Annan’s breathing became steadily longer.

Ice-white mist, along with his breaths, slowly exhaled from his mouth and nose.

A pale blue radiance also rose in the depths of his eyes——

"——About time."

Annan, seeing the four somewhat anxious players, suddenly spoke up, "Stand still and don’t move. Stay farther away... behind the carriage.

"If I can see him, you guys are useless. Let me cripple him first, then you come over."

Don’t get in the way.

Dying upon entering the map, thank you.

The players clearly received Annan’s intent.

They looked fearfully at the nearly three-meter-tall muscle demon burning with black flames, then at Annan, who didn’t even have leather armor on...

It wasn’t that they doubted Annan’s damage output... after all, it was in front of them that Annan had killed Gerald.

But isn’t this range too close?

For a wizard, to be within thirty meters of such a large enemy... Is that really okay?

If Annan had the spare energy to look at the barrage, he would certainly retort.

——What do you know.

I have to get even closer for the spells to reach...

And do you think I’m here wasting time with him?

I’m charging my magic eye...