The Righteous Player(s)

Chapter 1220 Perseverance is for hope

Not long after Gryaznoha left.

The sky began to snow.

As Melvin's territory was directly melted by Annan... the small barrier protecting this deep mountain also collapsed.

If it was in the past, it meant that this piece of land lost its protection.The mountains leveled by Annan will eventually be frozen and covered by this cursed snow.Wild animals that originally lived here will also be frozen to death and reincarnated as frost beasts.

But now, now that the old grandmother has woken up...

The small barriers for heat preservation built in various residences finally lost their meaning at this moment.

Annan picked up the "Hand of Hope" on the ground.

It has lost that brilliant brilliance.

What had once been a golden hand with a dazzling iridescent ring now resembled a rusty, dull brass arm.It didn't look like a holy skeleton at all, but rather a worn metal glove picked up from a garbage dump.

After leaving Gryaznuha, "Hand of Hope" has completely lost the warmth it had.

Even when the snowflake fell on it, it didn't melt.

Just when Annan was watching the falling snowflakes.

The voice of the old grandmother also sounded behind Annan: "Gryanznuha actually knew a long time ago that he has already lost."

"I just don't want to admit it yet, do I?"

Annan said, turning his head to look at the old grandmother, and said softly: "Because he is not reconciled."

"Not reconciled... so what can I do."

The old grandmother sighed faintly: "But fortunately, he finally calmed down."

"...Is this considered calm?"

"For him, this is calmness. After all, he was also the savior of the past, and he also had a passion and was favored by the gods... What he has that can affect you is not just the [Hand of Hope]."

The old grandmother cast her eyes on the golden hand in Annan's hand: "So I have been here all the time.

"I'm worried that he will completely lose his mind."

This sounds a lot like protecting Annan.

But Annan just smiled: "You are protecting him."

"Is such that."

The old grandmother nodded slowly: "After all, he is also my child. He doesn't know, but I know... The heart of justice is the king of holy bones. You who hold the heart of justice, even the gods can punish you." Sanctions - not to mention Gryanznoha, who has been lacking in talent since childhood."

"You know that he lacks talent, so why did you lead him to this road?"

Annan asked bluntly: "Saving the world... such a heavy burden, if there is no hope, it will drive a person crazy."

"That's why we chose him."

The old grandmother replied: "Gryanznuha was not the wisest, nor the strongest... He was far from 'excellent'. Even in the winter of all ages, he could only rank in the middle upper level.

"But that plan is not to confront the worm head-on... If we can't get a new skycart, then the worm is completely invincible. Because only the skycart can kill the worm.

"From the very beginning, we were not looking for the 'best brave', but the one who has the least attachment to this world but has the most hope... mortals with ambition and perseverance.

"What we want is an escapist who will never look back even if the world is dying right behind him; what we want is an unintentional person who can sever all old connections and have no attachment to the old world; what we want is A selfish person who has no love for this world and will never rebuild the civilization of the old world from another world.

"It's not that the hero has fallen into the villain. It's that we've been looking for villains like this from the very beginning-because not in all cases, the hero can represent the most hope."

The old grandmother said in a low voice: "Sometimes, people don't want heroes to come. Because heroes will make them have unnecessary expectations...in the end, they will be even more disappointed.

"If there had never been hope—if hope had never been believed, he wouldn't have been so weary of the dark."

"That's because the hero is not strong enough."

Annan replied without hesitation: "That's because the forces are not united enough; that's because the world is not good enough, and there is still room for optimization."

The corners of the grandmother's mouth rose slightly.

She smiled slightly and reached out to hug Annan up.

Maintaining the posture of letting the child sit on her arm, she supported Annan's body with one hand so that he could hug her neck.The other hand gently stroked Annan's long hair.

"That's very difficult, Annan."

The old grandmother softly narrated: "From ancient times to the present, in this world, there are far more imperfect things than perfect things... and these regrets and tragedies are all because of human power.

"What Gryanznuha said, 'lack of talent'. That's the thing.

"Only the hero in a fairy tale is always invincible—always invincible. Because every time a hero defeats an enemy, he goes to a new world...he meets new, Stronger, more difficult enemies to defeat.

"One day, the hero will stop because of failure. The fairy tale may not always be false, it may just end sooner."

The old grandmother hugged Annan like a grandmother who hugged her grandson.

She patted Annan on the back and said softly: "It's like in a certain story, the heroic knight rescued the princess, but no one mentioned who the princess married afterwards; It tells what the brave man did and what he faced after returning home.

"If we continue to extend the fairy tale, what we get can only be tragedy. The name of that tragedy is 'life'.

"Can you really be a hero who will never fail? Even if you can hear anyone's call, you can face and solve all injustices in the world...but what is fair to some people is still unfair to others.

"Are you going to be the judge, Annan? Are you going to use your 'fairness' to overwrite the world?"

"will not."

Facing the old grandmother's question, Annan shook his head: "If I say 'I will never fail', it must be the frivolous words of young people who have never seen failure.

"This is what Alfonso and his successors have taught me. True courage lies not in being unafraid... but in being able to face your fears."

As he said, he looked at the golden prosthetic hand that gradually lit up in his hand.

Annan's voice gradually softened: "I think [Hope] is probably the same.

"It's not about never failing, always winning, it's about always getting up again—and getting up again after you fail."

no doubt.

"Persistence is for hope.

"—that is the heart of Sisyphus."

Annan gave his answer softly.

The next moment, the hand of hope bloomed again in the hands of Annan——

"very good."

The old grandmother nodded in satisfaction.

She put Annan down, glanced at the surrounding wasteland, and said, "Remember to clean this place before going back."

"clean?"

"It is to use the power of your elements to make this land grow plants again."

The old grandmother ordered in the tone of urging the children to do housework: "It's so bare, don't you think it's ugly? And there are no plants to solidify, which is a kind of damage to this land... You may not be able to see it now, but it is enough to live. Over time, it may become deserted.

"This is the common sense you should have when you are in the position of dyeing: when your battle rewrites the surrounding landscape, you should find a way to change it back, or at least repair it. Because this world is shared by us, naturally there is something that belongs to us. your share.

"It's like don't make your home too messy...and don't let other people clean up for you. It's not decent. After you clean it up, I'll go back and help you install the Hand of Hope myself.

"Then, after you announce the beginning of spring in public - I will end the harsh winter year."

(End of this chapter)