The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 270: Annan who is too good-looking

"The Saint of Justice, the Lord of Radiance..."

Zhi Ji looked at Annan and said with emotion: "It's as if Mr. Sisyphus has been resurrected from your body."

"But I'm certainly not Sisyphus."

Annan smiled: "Because I will definitely surpass him.

"I will surpass myself yesterday, and even surpass the heroes of the past."

"I believe it."

Zhi Ji nodded seriously.

Her eyes seemed to be shining when she looked at Annan - it was not like looking at her junior, but more like looking at the senior she admired.

"Of course, except for power..."

Annan clenched his fists nostalgically and whispered: "The clarity brought by this 'completeness' also makes me intoxicated."

After Annan came to this world... it was the first time that he felt that the world was so wonderful.

His emotions and consciousness are completely free - no longer subject to any restrictions.

Positive emotions will not be locked by the Heart of Winter, nor negative emotions will be locked by the reversed Heart of Winter.

"Just like a...normal human being."

Annan sighed with emotion.

Hearing what he said, Huijiang and Zhiji were stunned for a moment.

Annan turned around and blinked at the two of them: "I guess you didn't understand."

"No, I can probably understand."

The gray craftsman shook his head slightly: "Emotions can indeed bring this kind of power to people. I can't even think of why two personalities can be unified when your emotions are completely separated and opposite... ”

When he said this, he was obviously thinking of Professor Gray.

The personality that split from oneself wants to kill oneself - this is basically equivalent to one's own cubs wanting to kill oneself. Although Professor Gray failed in the end, just knowing this was enough to make Gray Craftsman sigh.

"Probably because...when I responded to the call and came to this world, I already had a mature personality."

Annan smiled: "It's just more than ten years of suffering. It can't change me...

"What's more, even though I was said to have endured the suffering of the Heart of Winter - I actually didn't suffer much."

At this point, his eyes became profound: "My father loves me very much...my brother is very responsible and tolerant to me, and my sister also loves me very much. My grandmother shelters me, and protects me in secret with her fingers.

“Although I don’t feel any happiness, no sense of accomplishment, and nothing worthy of excitement, joy, or expectation... my soul is like a dead, cold lake, so calm that there are no ripples. For more than ten years There is not a single day in my life that makes me feel interesting...

"——But I am indeed living a good life. My status is very high, I am valued at home, I have no worries about food and clothing, and I can receive a good education... Although we all bear the curse of the Heart of Winter, this It also makes us more united and more concerned about the 'love' we cannot feel.

"I live better than those Hands of Winter who have also frozen most of their emotions; better than those soldiers fighting on the front line. Better than those poor people at the bottom, better than those suffering outside the small barrier in the snowfield The frozen werewolf tribe is living well... it can even be said to be living much better."

Having said this, Annan opened his mouth and showed a gentle smile.

But Zhi Ji didn't see any happiness in that smile.

On the contrary, I saw heaviness and sobriety in that complicated smile.

Annan seemed to be questioning Zhi Ji, but also seemed to be asking himself: "After knowing what happened to those people - how can I say that my life is very difficult? How can I say it with confidence? 'I live a miserable life'?

"How can I turn a blind eye since I know their difficulties? Someone in my hometown once wrote: 'Look around me, my soul is hurt by human suffering.' And my feelings are roughly the same. So.

"It's just that I haven't been able to feel happiness since I was born. It's too light... It's really too light a curse."

"That's it..."

The graysmith sighed: "Then I understand.

"My perception was wrong - I shouldn't treat you as an ordinary person. You were born to change an era and save a world... Miss Good Luck has indeed found the right person."

"Sure enough," Annan murmured, "she was the one who pulled me into this world."

"That's right."

The graysmith nodded: "She actually told us that there is no need to keep this secret from you. But it is best not to say it until you advance to gold."

"...Ah, indeed. I understand now."

Annan's expression became a little subtle.

After retrieving the memory of Black Annan's sacrifice, Annan finally remembered who Miss Good Luck was.

If he guessed correctly... Miss Good Luck should be the incarnation of his boss in this world.

——It’s no wonder that after he lost his memory, he still thought she was a good girl!

By the way, after confirming the identity of Miss Good Luck.

Annan also recalled that the true identity of the leaked poet was actually a Shoggoth that was brought here by Miss Good Luck and became a **** in this world.

No wonder she has a good relationship with Annan.

She can be considered Miss Lucky's subordinate. Annan is also another employee who has become a subordinate. So rounding things off, the leaker and he can probably be regarded as colleagues in different departments of the same company...

"After regaining my memory, I really understood a lot of things..."

Annan took a deep breath.

He finally knew who the man in green with his name blacked out in the nightmare of "The Long Night is Coming" was.

"Emerald Lama..."

Belongs to an incarnation of Hastur.

...Probably the chairman of the company next door?

What did he want to do by sending a yellow seal to Annan?

Poaching?

Or is it Annan who jumped onto his territory?

This is possible...

After all, the essence of the Dream Egg is that the moth mother just records the otherworldly things she sees and finds interesting. Since the boss can exist in different worlds, obviously the one next door should be the same...

...In this way, he will know his position clearly.

You no longer have any doubts about "why yourself".

Because this obviously belongs to the company's delegation business-transferring from the head office to the branch. By the way, I will give you a lifetime annual vacation gift package for traveling through another world.

In this way, the product manager of the project team next door who died suddenly also probably...

Annan's expression was a little complicated.

Speaking of which, the child named Russell who used to be Annan’s junior classmate but now lives with Annan is also an employee of their company…

...I was recommended here by Annan.

Now I work in the company's public relations department, and I heard that I also became a small leader not long ago. It is said that the boss is very optimistic about him... just like he was very optimistic about himself back then.

I guess it will be soon.

Annan thought.

"By the way," Zhiji suddenly remembered something, "Are you going back to Winter?"

"Well, I heard that the old grandmother woke up."

Annan replied: "I have to go see her old man first...it just so happens that now I don't have to take the subway, I can fly there in just a few minutes."

As for the settings he had set up to ambush in the Principality of Winter, there is no need to mention it to the pure and innocent Miss Zhiji.

Annan thought silently in his heart.

"In that case..."

As the graysmith said, he handed Annan a jar.

The inside of this jar is a silver-grey solution that looks like a dreamy gauze. And there was a heart still beating slowly inside. ~IndoMTL.com~ It is different from ordinary people's hearts - this heart is wrapped with a silver-gray mesh pattern, and the complex pattern completely covers it. There are also some small black rune strips, like the tape used during injections, stuck on it, cutting some lines in those mesh patterns.

"This is the reversed Heart of Winter..."

Annan murmured.

With it, my sister will be saved... no longer has to succumb to the fate of the Daughter of the Storm!

So Annan respectfully thanked the graysmith: "It's really troublesome for you... Then I will go back to the cold winter."

"Just returning the favor."

The graysmith said with a smile: "Walk slowly."

"I'll go with you!"

Zhi Ji hurriedly said: "Grandma asked me to take you there... If you go back by yourself, she will scold me!"

"Ah...that's okay too."

Annan smiled: "Then please give me a ride."

"No problem," Zhiji said confidently, "I can fly very steadily and it's very comfortable on my back."

Returning to the country in a god—it’s too much of a fancy vehicle.

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