Super Righteous Player
Chapter 609 - 150 The New Generation of Gods_1

Chapter 609: Chapter 150 The New Generation of Gods_1

So that’s how it is.

With this, the doubts that had been entwined in Annan’s heart for several days were finally released.

Since Annan arrived in the ash-barren wastelands, he had vaguely felt... that the chance encounters he experienced after leaving Noah were excessively coincidental.

At first, Annan thought it was the "gravity" of fate.

Like the four mirrors he had encountered before, the meetings were all so coincidental. If a mirror awaited at the end as well, then everything could be explained.

But until the very end, Annan had not seen Nicholas II... nor had he encountered the sixth mirror, whose whereabouts he still did not know.

And if it was due to the guidance of the Tragedy Writer, then that could somewhat be explained.

However...

Was Professor Wolf avoiding me?

It was indeed a possibility.

If he harbored no grudge against me and couldn’t gain anything from me, then he would have no reason to be my enemy.

Annan thought to himself.

Because Annan was fundamentally different from Dmitry—he was the one who attracted the personal attention of the Tragedy Writer.

"Professor Wolf," Frederick, had long since been terrified by the Tragedy Writer. No matter the method, the divine being that continued to cling to him once was the idol he worshiped, and had now become the nightmare of his life.

The so-called inviting the divine is easy, sending it away is difficult.

The unusual behavior of Professor Wolf piqued the interest of the Tragedy Writer even more. Like a child who blocks ants everywhere, he was interested in disrupting his plans.

Under such pressure, whatever plans Professor Wolf had next, he would certainly avoid Annan. To prevent Annan’s direct involvement, he would even deliberately keep away from Annan and avoid any indirect involvement with him.

In this way, it was good for Professor Wolf to obtain the characteristics of Annan’s line of fate.

Just as when those idol wizards are preparing to kill someone, if they previously know the lines of fate of some big shots and famous detectives, they can easily avoid them in the matter. This is much simpler and more direct than hiding evidence.

Professor Wolf’s problem could be said to be temporarily resolved...

At least until his plan necessarily involves Annan, he would probably stay far away from Annan.

"I have another question."

Thus, Annan raised his head to continue his inquiry.

"Oh?"

The Tragedy Writer in the mirror curved the corner of his mouth: "Only one left?"

"Let’s deal with them one by one."

Annan did not play along with his question or his pace but said on his own: "On Noah’s side... Prince Philip, he is a believer of yours, right?"

"That question is worth forty imprints."

The Tragedy Writer answered leisurely.

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"...No matter what I ask you, it’s always forty imprints, right."

"That’s right,"

The Tragedy Writer did not bother to conceal it but simply nodded affirmatively: "The only three questions you can ask me, must ask me, are these."

"I can give you the ultimate answer that you want directly, so you don’t have to beat around the bush—I will not support Philip in obtaining the throne. The Goddess of Cup won’t either."

This answer allowed Annan to breathe a sigh of relief.

At least, there wouldn’t be any danger for Kafney now.

Kafney was alone to begin with.

Unlike the Eldest Princess, who had the support of the old generation of courtiers and the army; or Philip, the third prince, who kept many Transcendent beings and Ritualists, as well as the Tragedy Writer, the Rotter, and the Goddess of Cup—two deities to rely on after the Rotter left.

The only support for Kafney came from the Silver Baron Church.

The Silver Baron Church’s support for her stemmed partly from her father’s amity towards them, and partly because of Annan.

However, Annan couldn’t interfere too much—at least not until Kafney gained the upper hand "alone." As the heir to the Duchy of Winter, Annan couldn’t get involved openly.

Otherwise, it would be equivalent to handing a dagger pointed at Kafney’s heart into the hands of the other two—

A king could perhaps afford to be less compassionate or less wise. But if the King might be a puppet controlled by a foreign land—or even an enemy nation, that was an outright veto.

And without Annan’s intervention, could the Silver Baron Church alone... help Kafney withstand the onslaught from the other two?

Although he had left Noah, Annan was still somewhat worried.

With the promise of the Tragedy Writer, Annan was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. This indicated that the two deities did not support Philip as intensely as Annan had imagined... at least, they couldn’t be considered a "rock-solid backing."

Since Philip could not gain support from the Tragedy Writer... relying on his personal abilities alone, it would be difficult for him to resist Kafney.

—At least, it could prevent Kafney from being murdered.

Annan was still very wary of the Tragedy Writer, at least in their expertise in conspiracy and murder.

It was no surprise, considering they had once risen to divinity at the Gold rank, and later gained and fully mastered a Book of Truth.

The Tragedy Writer, the Father of Stone, and the Iris Marquis should be counted among the top tier of the newer generation of deities.

All of them are deities born in the third generation or later.

History prior to the second generation is already classified as secret knowledge. Therefore, no matter how outstanding mortal historians might be, they can only explore up to the third generation... Delving into the forbidden knowledge further back only leads to madness due to its nature.

The dividing line of deities starts from the third generation—

To ascend to godhood, two factors are necessary: "creative work" and the "Crown of the Supreme."

One must accomplish a deed only they can achieve, and reach an absolute "number one" in some domain.

This means, all deities in their respective epochs were singular exemplars unparalleled by anyone else.

Therefore, from the third generation onwards, historical records more or less reveal traces of certain deities. Even if knowledge about them is redacted due to its mystic nature, one can still vaguely discern their stories in the history that mortals observe.

For example, "an elf who won the championship in all swordsmanship competitions" or "an architect whose buildings even Yawen had appeared to admire." Naturally, a scholar well-versed in secret knowledge could also track the footsteps of newer generation deities from these fragmented records.

As for deities from the second generation and earlier, it’s absolutely impossible to find tales about them "before they became gods."

Some ancient gods have even lost their names to history—merely knowing of their existence is enough to acquire secret knowledge and hence become forgotten gods...

Unlike the new generation of gods, they might even serve as the protagonists of some dramas and tales, becoming well-known and celebrated by people.

The Tragedy Writer is among the better known of such deities.

Nearly all murderers and conspirators worship the Tragedy Writer in secret—there’s even a custom in some places that discovering someone worships the Tragedy Writer allows for immediate judgment that they are the murderer.

And if they manage to design a perfect murder and get away with it, they will be rewarded with the holy light sigil of the Tragedy Writer. Of course, perfectly resolving a conspiracy or murder would also earn them the holy light sigil from the Tragedy Writer.

Once the latter appears, journalists will be summoned immediately to explain the origin of the holy light sigil.

...This is also why Annan has no desire to retain these holy light sigils or to bestow them upon players.

If one is found to possess the Tragedy Writer’s holy light sigils and Divine Arts without prior report on record,

It would imply that person has likely initiated a conspiracy or murder.

It’s like yellow mud on one’s trousers—it’s not feces, but it might as well be.