When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 874 - 248 Perfect Human·Bram

Chapter 874 -248 Perfect Human·Bram

…Fox?

Upon hearing this appellation, Aiwass was momentarily taken aback.

There was no doubt that the little girl who had suddenly appeared before him was the Eternal Pope.

But why would the Eternal Pope know the codename from his own spiritual promotion ceremony…

It was only a moment of distraction. Aiwass quickly regained his composure.

—Wait.

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Now that he thought about it, Grey didn’t seem to resemble “Pure White” from the promotion ceremony. Pure White appeared indifferent, bearing an unconstrained air reminiscent of Old Meg.

Yet Grey was quite earnest and composed, abnormally tenacious with emotions… If anything, her temperament was more akin to that of the Great Guardian.

But whether it’s “Topaz” Siegfried, “Jacaranda” Matilda, or “Living Silver” Cyril… they were unmistakably the same individuals as the ones Aiwass knew.

There was only one other person, aside from the Pure White Saintess, who could command them.

—And that was the Eternal Pope herself!

With this realization, Aiwass suddenly saw the light.

So, I’ve already met the Eternal Pope before?

No wonder, Grey seemed somewhat nervous and reserved when we first met…

While his mind raced with these thoughts, Aiwass didn’t pause for even a second.

Any individual that could cause the Eternal Pope to appear unannounced and treat the situation with such gravity, was not an opponent he could afford to be reckless against.

He took hold of Isabel and Lily, proceeding to take cover behind the Eternal Pope.

Right after that, he began to feel an increasingly intense shudder from the depths of his soul—

The sensation was not due to any Extraordinary Abilities like [Fear Aura], [Fear Domain], or [Fear Techniques], but closer to an innate biological instinct of dread.

…Much like the fear Aiwass felt when the Night Fiend first descended long ago!

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Only, this feeling was even stronger—

The Flamed Butterfly Lya, who Aiwass had summoned the night before, was suddenly awoken by an intense sense of crisis.

She wrapped in flames, flew out from Aiwass’s sleeve and hovered beside his head.

“—Your Holiness, and… the newly appointed His Holiness.”

Suddenly, a voice infused with a heavy Avalon accent and somewhat convoluted Elvish Language emerged from the distance, “What fortune… Might I have the honor of tasting the two of your bloods?”

A familiar yet strange figure, accompanied by an overwhelming sense of pressure, slowly materialized before Aiwass.

He should be… the very same “Mr. Red Wine,” the Vampire Writer Bram Stoker, who had previously transformed into the Wildfire Giant and been defeated by Aiwass!

But his appearance at this moment was completely different from before.

He was no longer clad in the noble attire he wore previously—nor was he dressed in the prisoner’s garb that symbolized one who had transgressed.

Entirely nude and yet feeling not the slightest shame, he politely came to a halt some twenty meters away and did not continue advancing.

It is said “should” precisely because “Bram Stoker” at this moment was devoid of hair on his body, his skin radiating a pure and divine glow.

He had become bald!

Moreover, he had lost all the distinctions of the male gender—his groin was smooth, belonging neither to a man nor to a woman. His chest was flat and smooth, without the slightest bulge.

His pupils, too, had turned entirely silver-white, with no distinction between sclera and iris. In the very center of the eyeball, there was a black cross, gleaming like stars at the moment.

…Wait a second, this seems—

Looking at his appearance, Aiwass considered a possibility in his mind.

“Is this… the ‘Perfect Human’? How is that possible?!”

Before they opened their mouths to speak, the first to utter a voice was, astonishingly, the “Honey Badger” lady still bound!

She gazed at Bram in shock, her eyes streaming with fear.

…Yes. Aiwass confirmed her guess in his heart.

This appearance… except for the lack of the Mark of Sin on his body, was nearly identical to the “Perfect Human” remembered by Aiwass—just missing a pair of wings and the Crown of Light on his head.

Previously, Bram was but a Fourth Level, a nobody not even at the Fifth Power Level… and a Perfect Human was theoretically the result of sublimation at the Sixth Power Level of both the Path of Love and Transcendence.

Furthermore, according to the intelligence of the Holy Nation, the true Path of this “Mr. Red Wine” was the Path of Authority, Transcendence, and Adaptation. Even though his Path of Authority was minimal, the three Paths had already exhausted all his energy. It was impossible for him to acquire the power of the Path of Love… His Son of the Moon identity, in fact, was stolen through some special channel.

And now Aiwass knew… that was Spider’s Silk Sensing. Or rather, power from the Grey Celestial Marshal.

Fourth-Level Authority, lacking even Love. Not having Lifedrained from the Eternal Saintess—how could he become a Perfect Human?

“…’Perfect Human’ should only exist hypothetically. It is not a real vocational advancement, but a theological concept… or rather, a paradox.”

Cardinal Dominic furrowed his brows, “Perfect Humans should be impossible to come into being…”

“Perfect Human?”

Isabel asked subconsciously.

“The so-called ‘Perfect Human’ is a theological concept. It refers to a potential future state, the ‘Full Moon’.”

The juvenile-sounding Eternal Pope spoke, her brows still furrowed while she kept her gaze on the “Perfect Human” Bram and explained without looking back: “We can assume that one day when the Eternal Self finally conquers the Beast Master, she will have completed her past unfinished act of Transcendence. At that time, humanity can completely shed its beastly nature and become the pure and spotless citizens of the Full Moon.

“The Eternal Self once hoped to overcome desire with love, hence she chose to ascend the Pillar God with the Path of Love, attempting to soothe and accept the wildness from the Beast Master. However, after accepting the Beast’s Path, love itself became tainted and impure… It was not that the inclusiveness of love devoured the desires of the beast, but rather, they blended into one another.

“Love brings the desires of the beast, and within the desires of the beast also lies love. Love eventually became part of the biological nature, and humans may defeat the instinct of the beast with the power of love, but they are unable to completely eradicate the desire yet preserve love. For this reason, the Eternal Self was almost impossible to conquer the Beast Master completely—unless she could provide an example.

“The ‘Sons of the Moon’ as a species were originally created by the Eternal Self as the key to accomplish this great task. They are fundamentally humans transformed by the power of the moonlight, also the ‘purely beastly humans’ devoid of nearly all imperfections except for the beastly nature. If the Sons of the Moon were to transcend their own beastly nature again, they would become ‘Perfect Humans’.”

“…So you’re saying,” Isabel astutely grasped Your Majesty’s meaning, “that because the Eternal Self hasn’t completely conquered the Beast Master, Perfect Humans couldn’t possibly be born? And because no Perfect Human has been born, the Eternal Self couldn’t completely conquer the Beast Master?”

Her gaze once again turned towards the polite and composed Bram Stoker standing in the distance.

Precisely because he had lost the biological shame of nature, hence he did not feel embarrassed about his nakedness;

Because there was no need for biological reproduction, and consequently, no corresponding desires, there were no corresponding organs;

—This is exactly the Pure Angel Envoy who has completely eradicated “beastly desires,” a Perfect Human that only exists within a paradox!