The Righteous Player(s)

Chapter 605 No one can comment on your life

Hearing the low and very magnetic voice of the tragedies, Annan suddenly felt numbness and chills down his spine.

Like a purple-black red snake fruit full of juice.

Or...

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

Tragic writers are the gods of the younger generation though.

But the sense of oppression from him was even stronger than that of Zhiji and Shifu, who were older than him and whom Annan had seen before.

The pressure alone is close to the level of the faceless poet.

What kind of gaze should I say?

——There was no malice or murderous intent in it.

It was a gaze so calm that it reminded one of the sea at midnight.Under the completely impenetrable darkness, there is a dim light of hope shining.

Compared to that level of mystery and obscurity.

On the contrary, it was the pure childlike curiosity and joy that made people feel terrified.

Like a child tearing off the wings of a butterfly, wondering how it will fly; like a child drowning ant nests with juice, watching them drown in the gift with joy.

If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I will be so frightened that I cannot even move.

Annan, who had no fear, could even feel his back going numb.It was as if an electric current was constantly rushing through... He felt unusually excited and excited, his whole body trembled with excitement, his breathing was a little heavy, and he couldn't help but clenched his fists to relieve the force.

"I do have something to look for you."

In front of the tragic writer, Annan did not act—he did not hide his emotions at all.

Because that is impossible to hide.

"You just gave me a large amount of holy light mark not long ago?"

"Heh heh heh... that's right."

The corner of the tragedian's mouth turned up, and he let out a deep laugh: "You gave me a good show. You deserve it."

"Good show?"

"Don't you know it well yourself? This extremely delicate tragedy is like an upside-down 'Gemini'-like story-the son of the dead god, the son of man who gave up everything to save the other party, and the one who died in the dream to save his friend. The Son of God who would rather die.

"The never-ending spiral of sacrifice entangled in fate... this is the 'Gemini' on the tragic level.

"And, at the moment when the spiral was cut off—the conspiracy was exposed, the betrayal was repeated, and the muddy soul of the mere childishness released a golden light in an instant... This is exactly what I want to see."

Speaking of this, the tragic writer suddenly showed a half-smile: "Also, there is someone who thinks that the old history has long been forgotten.

"Suddenly awakened in a dream and realized that his secret was exposed... the panic and anxiety. And from this panic and anxiety, what kind of decision will he make?
"Do you want to inform the 'other me' of this information? Or do you want to reintegrate with other selves? Or do you plan to personally wipe out the people who know the news? What kind of conspiracy will emerge from this? That's what I'm curious about... what I want to see, a tragic [sequel]."

He said in one breath.

Excited.

No matter what the tragic writer said, the smile on His face could not be completely dissipated.

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

"So, my dear Annan."

His deep voice lingered in Annan's ears: "I'll give you a reward...is there anything wrong?"

Annan believed that if he was by his side at this moment, he would definitely hold his shoulder with one hand from behind - the intuition brought by his extraordinary perception told him exactly this.

"It's more than that."

Annan just looked directly into the eyes of the tragic writer.

I don't know if there is any hidden problem with this mirror.

Annan always felt...his smile was somewhat similar to that of a tragedy writer, and it was becoming more and more similar.

He asked the tragedy writer earnestly: "You think the story about 'I' is also a tragedy—do you?"

Annan is really so suspicious.

I am afraid that before he lost his memory back then, when he came to Noah's Kingdom and saw Kafni for the first time, the tragedy writer had already noticed him.

The son of the Grand Duke who voluntarily gave up his memory in order to rise to a higher position, and the god of the future favored by the Book of Truth.

If the tragedian is himself a joyous person...

So is the story of Annan becoming Don Juan Geraint also under the watchful eye of the tragic writer?

"Not always."

Unexpectedly, the tragic writer unswervingly gave a negative answer to this.

"Fate is the rut of the heavenly chariot."

The tragedy writer said slowly: "This sentence can also be understood as [fate] is the loser after fighting the sky cart. Knocking down other people's unfortunate fate and then standing on it, isn't this not the fate of fighting against fate? drama?
"Your story is already destined to be an epic, how could I not pay attention? As for whether your life is happy or miserable, whether your journey is full of ambition or regret... at the end of your story Before, I would not have commented on it as a tragedy.

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

The gentle voice of the tragic writer rang in Annan's ears.

He was just full of joy, showing a contented smile and gently spreading his hands.

"I'm just enjoying the 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's like a sculptor staring eagerly at an unfinished stone and wood statue... like a painter looking at messy color blocks.

Although it seems to be just a prototype, it's just a random smear of color.

But for creators, what they really want to create is already "hidden in it".

Annan realizes...

Tragic writers may know more than they first thought.

He may have been paying attention to himself.

The reason why he suddenly gave himself 120 marks of the Holy Light... probably wasn't just because he saw a good story.

Instead, he saw two story lines, finally intertwined and merged in front of him.

"...I want your holy light imprint is useless."

Annan was silent for a while, then said directly in a low voice.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, the corners of the tragic writer's mouth turned up even more: "Have you already said it so bluntly?
"Did you notice something...Annan?"

That's right, Annan planned to be more tactful when he first saw the tragic writer.

Because Annan was not sure at the beginning, whether he would irritate the other party if he returned the imprint of the Holy Light just given by the other party and asked to discount it.

This kind of tea art... If it is left in the world of Conan, then Annan will be on the table of the dead.

But he soon realized that... tragedies don't get mad at that.

Because compared to what happened over there in Trisino.

The protagonist of the "script" he cares more about...is Annan himself.

Yes.

It wasn't because of interesting changes in Trissino's nightmare that he gave Annan so many marks of the Holy Light.

——It is because the person who made this nightmare an interesting change is "Annan".

Get to the bottom of it.

In the beginning, this was the imprint of the Holy Light that the tragedies made excuses for themselves.

It's not entirely impossible.

If there's anything wrong with it... it's probably the calling of the tragic writer itself.

But considering the predictive ability held by Trissino.

... Is this not really the future as seen by tragic writers?

It is precisely for the purpose of having a dialogue with Annan now that He gave him so many traces of the Holy Light...

Even, even earlier...

Very rare, Annan had a creepy feeling.

That's why he didn't want to procrastinate any longer—if all this was as the tragic writer expected, it would be better to settle it quickly.

(End of this chapter)