Super Righteous Player-Chapter 1299 - 326: Forgiveness of the Bone Picker

Chapter 1299: Chapter 326: Forgiveness of the Bone Picker

"The Worm, or the Dusk—it matters not."

Annan murmured, "Whatever name you choose to call yourself, it makes no difference.

"All I need to know is this—you are my foe. You are the enemy of the world.

"And I...

"—shall save this world and rewrite all its suffering."

With Annan’s proclamation.

The noble Falseborn behind Annan struck without hesitation toward the humanoid incarnation of Dusk.

Yet Dusk neither evaded nor retaliated.

He merely gazed at Annan faintly, a trace of mockery glinting in his eyes.

"Kornunos’s infinite power, the Unceasing Flame of the Heart of Justice—Annan’s first blow was a Full Force Strike."

It was a sword of radiance capable of severing dawn from dusk, splitting day from night.

As the sword fell, it seemed to burn away all light in this world—

When the sword light descended, the outer starlit sky, the neon lights of the streets, and every ember of this world were erased. The entire world plunged into a pitch-black void.

Dusk was pierced by the sword, wholly cleaved in two.

His sundered body—half consumed by light, and half swallowed by darkness—instantly dissolved into nothingness.

Yet Annan furrowed his brows instead.

Could the greatest enemy of this world truly be vanquished so effortlessly?

"—It’s useless, Heavenly Chariot."

As expected, Dusk’s voice echoed from another corner: "This world is always filled with mirrors.

"Every mirror, every glass, every ceramic, every gemstone...the stars above, the moon, and every innocent child’s clear eyes below.

"I am everywhere."

Dusk’s form reshaped itself again.

A dull yellow radiance gathered beneath him. Apart from lacking a noble Falseborn, his form was identical to Annan’s—the exact same shape, and even the Elemental Power held by Annan now mirrored in reverse opposition.

Unhesitatingly, Annan struck another blow.

But this time, Dusk did not fall to meet his death again.

A beam of yellow light shot out from the back of his right hand, clashing with Annan’s strike, deflecting his attack.

"Your power is identical to mine."

Dusk replied leisurely, "As strong as you are, I am just as strong. You wield an infinite source of energy—so do I, in direct counterpoint.

"But I can be reborn in any mirror; can you?"

"I can resurrect, too."

Without hesitation, Annan launched another attack against Dusk.

This time, Dusk did not parry.

He stepped forward instead—thrusting the blade in his hand into Annan’s body.

Iridescent light and dusky hues twisted and tangled, frenziedly compressing and contracting.

Daryl’s expression paled instantly.

"Protect all lives..."

He chanted loudly.

No deafening explosion followed.

An invisible darkness erupted from the convergence of lights without anyone’s notice.

The massive bank was entirely devoured. Daryl used every last ounce of his strength to eject all mortals from within, flinging himself far away in the process.

Skyscrapers were drawn into the invisible, whirlpool-like presence, completely obliterated and erased.

The air still bore dark, crackling sparks of electricity.

Standing in the void, Annan remained silent.

Moments ago, he had, in truth, already died once. Only the power of the Heart of Justice had resurrected him.

He initially intended to confront Dusk with all his might.

But he quickly realized... if he continued to inject power indefinitely, the full, synchronized collision of two beings wielding infinite force could ultimately destroy the entire world.

So Annan abandoned resistance at the first opportunity.

Yet even a single instant of such a clash of power erased the monumental skyscraper soundlessly and completely.

As he resurrected once more, Annan fell into silence.

While Dusk laughed in triumph.

"Looks like you’ve finally grasped the root of the issue."

With a careless wave of his hand, Dusk spoke leisurely, "Between us, no form of battle is necessary. Victory and defeat are fundamentally indistinguishable.

"And if we fight...I am indifferent."

Floating in the air, Dusk glanced downward at the ant-like mortals: "What do you think will happen to them?

"What will happen to this city?

"—What will happen to this world?"

"...I understand."

Narrowing his eyes, Annan replied, "Everyone in this era is your hostage."

"You’re correct."

Spreading his hands, Dusk answered, "If you think that returning to the past will alter destiny and make these people disappear...then feel free to engage in meaningless battle with me, reducing this world to ruins. What do you say—want to give it a try?"

"I understand."

Taking a deep breath, Annan declared, "Your lack of intervention in this era is deliberate—it’s to allow their development.

"To let them bear the torch in my hand, to let them inherit the path of radiance. To have them—to have them grow as if they were my children...

"And now, at this moment, use them to block my sword."

"You’ve guessed correctly."

Smiling slyly, Dusk responded, "So, what now? Will you start cutting down everyone in your way?

"After all, this is merely the future, isn’t it? A trivial future that can be altered.

"Once you return to the past, the future will branch into another direction anyway. So, they’re as good as dead, aren’t they? Since they’re destined to die, isn’t it better for them to die at your hand...to make their deaths more meaningful, right?"

Speaking in Annan’s voice, Dusk coaxed softly, like a tiny devil whispering in the heart.

But Annan hesitated not in the slightest.

"No need for more words."

He replied, "Victory achieved through hurting those who trust me, love me, and respect me—such a victory could never be a perfect one. At that time, I could never proudly say, ’I’ve won.’"

"Ah, it seems you can’t bring yourself to do it."

Dusk sighed.

Then he raised his right hand, infinite radiance gathering at the tip of his sword, compressing endlessly.

"Well then, what if I were to attack them?—What would you do, then?"

Dusk interrogated, "Since you aren’t the one directly harming them, can you turn a blind eye? Then, once you’ve killed me afterward, can you confidently say, ’I’ve avenged you’?"

"Before, I might truly have chosen that path."

Annan answered, "But as of now, I reject all victories tainted by impurity."

"Then take this strike—"

So saying, Dusk casually swung his blade.

In a blink, a crescent-shaped arc of radiance expanded to a span of dozens of kilometers.

Without a doubt, it was equivalent to Annan’s Full Force Strike.

Without hesitation, Annan pushed Kornunos to its limit—blocking the strike head-on.

At that moment.

A dazzling flame burst forth from Annan’s chest.

Acting on instinct, he drew a shimmering stream of light from his chest.

It was the **Salvation Holy Sword**!

The ultimate weapon, capable of assuming any form, usable only when fighting for salvation!

Though called a holy sword, Annan now transformed it into a gigantic holy shield:

Countless stars connected by lines in front of Annan, gathering into a web of light.

Like a celestial canopy of stars merging before Annan, blocking the strike identical to "Annan’s" own.

—The strike capable of severing dawn and dusk was shielded by starlight.

The **Salvation Holy Sword** shattered in an instant.

This meant it had absorbed damage potent enough to utterly kill Annan.

But Annan immediately activated the **Light of Salvation**, reshaping it with future power.

Despite possessing infinite power, Annan still felt exhaustion. He had not yet undergone ascension, still bound to mortal flesh...no matter how infinite his power, the wear on his body caused him to gradually weaken.

"Ah, the Heart of Justice..."

Dusk clicked his tongue.

But Annan chuckled lightly: "As I suspected."

"What did you suspect?"

"Although you are my reflection...you lack the Heart of Justice and the Hand of Hope."

"Do you think I need such things?"

The Worm spread his hands: "I don’t need them. Because I am infinity."

"You are not."

Annan answered with certainty.

In the next moment.

Annan raised his right hand.

Transforming the **Salvation Holy Sword** into a new form:

A twin-barreled shotgun with pure white wings and golden runes engraved upon it.

Named **Forgiveness of the Bone Picker**, the golden curio.

Its designation as a "weapon" allowed its replication by the **Salvation Holy Sword**, even though it could not be carried alone.

"You must be aware of this gun."

Annan asked.

"...Ah."

Dusk’s brows furrowed ever so slightly, though he remained unperturbed: "Yes, those killed by this gun will be erased by the world itself. It has only one bullet, and requires sufficient resolve to fire.

"So then, are you planning to use it to kill me? It wouldn’t be impossible...do you suppose it can really kill me?"

"You’re mistaken."

Annan replied.

A radiant smile blossomed across his face.

In the next instant, Annan spun the gun with a flourish.

—Then pointed the barrel to his own temple.

The smile froze on Dusk’s face.

"I never said I’d use it to kill you."

Annan replied, "Without dawn, how can there be dusk?

"Why don’t you kill me? What are you waiting for? What are you afraid of?

"After clashing with you, I realized something was wrong...You’re not as fearsome as I imagined. Ascension to godhood is unnecessary to resist you. And here I am, without ascension, meeting you as an equal without even relying on Great Calamity Curios.

"Why are you...so weak?"

The answer had long been apparent.

"You, as you are now, have no true form."

Annan declared, "From the beginning, you were merely the Shadow of the Heavenly Chariot.

"You were nothing but my reflection—a mirrored image of myself."

The cup held by the Goddess of Cup was filled with the blood of the Heavenly Chariot.

The blood of the serpent, the blood of the Worm.

In other words—

The Worm had always been a fragment of the Heavenly Chariot.

"Stand down, Dusk. Or I will pull the trigger."