The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 429: Heart of a Madman

Annan's breathing became more and more difficult, and there was phlegm stuck in his throat.

He couldn't open his eyes at all, and he could only move his eyelids slightly with all his strength.

Annan felt pain all over his body...not in one place, but pain all over his body under the skin, in his internal organs, and in his bones. But fortunately, his spell is still in effect.

This has weakened the pain countless times - but even if it has been weakened countless times, Annan can still clearly feel the pain.

The only effect his spell can play is to make Annan calmer.

It was an unprecedented feeling of weakness...

Not to mention asking and chatting, Annan no longer even had the energy to scream. With each breath I became weaker and closer to death.

...That's it.

Is this what it feels like to grow old and die from illness?

Annan seems to have a clear understanding in his heart.

That is not a life that can be ended by suddenly exhaling your last breath.

But die little by little. Like a fire that is gradually extinguishing...

Suddenly, Annan saw something——

The most eager middle-aged woman holding his hand... seemed to be "my" daughter. Highlights suddenly lit up on her body.

Annan can see her image even without opening his eyes.

(...Is this time finally coming to an end? It’s so frustrating to me. The old man is finally going to die...)

As Annan's left eye heated up slightly, a very soft whisper sounded in Annan's heart.

...Is this, [Angel’s left eye]?

Anan was stunned for a moment before reacting.

The next moment, the young woman who had been sobbing in the corner finally cried loudly.

It was the sob that burst out from the throat after enduring it for a long time.

The man next to her sighed deeply, held the woman in his arms, patted her shoulders and comforted her silently.

At this moment, the young man suddenly showed light.

(...Really, it’s better to die quickly. Jenny hasn’t slept for several days, her body will definitely not be able to stand it if this continues...)

As the girl named Jenny cried loudly, tangible sadness spread throughout the room like a curse.

Those who had not planned to cry could not help but choke up.

Tears overflowed subconsciously in their eyes, but they were not even aware of the tears flowing from their own eyes. And those who cry are not necessarily sad in their hearts.

Even in the corners of Annan's own eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little wet.

A middle-aged man stood up suddenly, lowered his eyes and sobbed. He stretched out his trembling hand and wiped the corners of Annan's eyes with a handkerchief.

"Teacher..."

He whispered in a choked voice.

That solemn state of mind makes anyone look extremely sad.

But in Annan’s eyes, he was suddenly highlighted:

(...Okay, I finally found an opportunity to express [filial piety]. The teacher’s family has now seen my sincerity. When I use the teacher’s name to sell paintings to make money, they probably won’t do it for the sake of face. They will come out to expose me...)

Immediately afterwards, one after another in the room, Annan's eyes gradually lit up.

A rustling, malicious whisper sounded in Annan’s heart:

(...I should not have a share of the teacher’s inheritance. Then I will take away the paintings in the studio tomorrow...)

(… I wonder if the second uncle’s inheritance can cover Xiao Ma Lin’s gambling debts. This is obviously a terminal illness. Why was he wasting so much money to extend his life? Was he tormenting the old man...)

(...It’s really retribution, I deserve it. If my grandfather hadn’t stopped me from getting married to Justin, I wouldn’t have no money to find a priest now...)

(...I have wasted more than a month of my time, and I am going to die. This is good, I have no job...)

As Annan gets closer to death, the people around him become more grieved.

But the malice ignited in their hearts grew stronger.

That may not be called malicious.

——Just looking forward to Annan’s death.

The old painter, who has been on the bed for a long time, has already burned away the sorrow of his family and students during his long journey close to death.

The noise in Annan's mind gradually faded away.

Everything around him suddenly became quiet, the pain on his body disappeared, and the whole person fell into complete tranquility.

...He remembered.

During the initial period of illness, they were not like this.

——Neither myself.

"Stop wasting money on treating me. My disease is incurable..."

"Don't say that! Is it ridiculous not to treat the elderly if you have money?"

Like a flashback, Annan's eyes flashed back to the scene four months ago when he had just fallen ill.

What people see is anxiety and urgency, but what is reflected in their words and actions is fervent and real "love".

But soon after that, the love completely burned out.

The trivial things in life, the energy, mental effort and financial resources consumed on the sickbed gradually become equal to or even overflow the "love" of the past.

I don’t know where to start, but the hope of “finally getting over it” gradually turned into the hope of “death soon”.

Either 10%, 30%, or 50%.

What they showed was still the love they had in the past, but in the eyes of the old man, it was clear what they were thinking.

...I want to rekindle that love.

——The only option is to die.

Let the fatigue, irritability, pain, and sadness be washed away and turned into nostalgia.

——The only option is to die.

I want to be hated by people, I want to not be hated by people, I want to not cause trouble to people...

——The only option is to die.

...Is this what you want to show me, Denton?

Annan watched the flashback of his life in the old studio, and this thought came to his mind.

Not just letting yourself die in a nightmare.

This confuses one's understanding of "life" and "death".

But it planted the idea in Annan's mind that "it is a mistake for me to live" and gave Annan the idea that "people are looking forward to my death."

…and what is Denton going to do?

Detonate this desire for self-destruction outside?

"——This is so boring."

Annan sighed deeply: "It's not as interesting as the last trap."

In front of Annan, the nightmare suddenly fell into pieces.

He opened his eyes again.

The brilliance in his eyes dimmed slightly, but became full again in the blink of an eye.

"Too weak, really too weak."

Annan sighed: "Why is this a sure kill? Who do you think I am?

"This level of fear is really too weak...I don't even have the slightest thought of 'I should die'."

"...actually, really..."

The white-haired boy opposite Annan frowned incomprehensibly: "You...have no heart?

"When the people who love you hate you, don't you feel even the slightest bit of guilt? You don't even want them to give up saving you..."

"——That's natural. People hate me, what does it have to do with me? I don't live for them."

Annan sighed and stood up unsteadily.

The ruins of the wall under his feet~IndoMTL.com~ suddenly began to vibrate.

Seven fear fragments gathered together...the whole nightmare suddenly started to tremble.

The scattered building fragments gradually rotated and gathered together; in the void, buildings were outlined, filling the gaps in the broken walls.

The ship, which was originally broken into pieces, became neat again in the blink of an eye.

Finally, Annan recognized him.

A full view of the ship.

This is... the first nightmare he has ever experienced.

An artificial nightmare created by Benjamin using John's soul and all the curses of Don Juan Geraint.

——The ship.

"Hey, make no mistake, Denton."

Annan looked down at the white-haired boy who was still leaning against the wall, and said very calmly: "I am not a saint, a god, or a king.

"What happens to outsiders has nothing to do with me. I can't control so much. All I can control is myself.

"Just like the spider silk nightmare before - I told them to follow me. But did I turn around and wait for them? Did I give them expectations? Did I issue orders and direct them?

"Did I stipulate that they must follow me? Did I ask them not to betray? Did I say a word when they backed down?"

Annan laughed heartily: "Stop it, Denton!

"I am the only abnormal lunatic, and they can do whatever they want. I am not sacrificing because I want to respond to their requests, but because I want to achieve this goal, so I will not need payment; then When I am hated and not needed, I will not respond to them.

"They like to play this game called 'life', so I take them to play. But when I don't want to, no one wants to force me to help them; if they don't like playing, they can go back and live their own lives. After all...

"What they expect has never been my concern."