The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 325: World Blood

Porphys patted her head in distress: "But even if I answer you like this...if you haven't seen it, you wouldn't understand it."

She thought hard for a while, then reluctantly stretched out her hand and gestured: "That's it...

"Generally speaking, there will be many dispersers of this-this height on the ground. Water will be pumped from the underground river, injected with energy and poured into the disperser... Then when night comes, the water will be turned on. Dispersing machine.

“The water infused with magic energy will emit beautiful lights of different colors when activated.”

Porphys said with a little nostalgia: "But you will definitely not see it..."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because there is no curse reaction in your blood."

Porphys glanced at the two people and the cat behind Citalopram, and replied casually: "If you say it's because of the Pale Daughter... neither of them have. I think the curse technology has finally been terminated. That’s it.”

"...So, what exactly is curse energy?"

Citalopram couldn't help but ask.

"The power of the curse..."

Porphys murmured.

She couldn't help but give a weak smile: "It seems that if I don't tell you, you won't be able to let go.

"Since I want to say it, I have to make it clear to you. The power of the curse... must not be used again.

"Spell power is the technology we rely on to survive in the desert. You can understand it as the ability to pump clear springs from the desert...the ability to make your wishes come true under limited conditions.

“——That is the ‘incomplete power of creation’.

"But your teacher should have also taught you the iron rule of this world, right? 'Everything you don't deserve has its price.'"

"...Almost."

Citalopram nodded.

Annan did tell her.

Although the original words are not this, the specific meaning is similar.

Porphys took a deep breath and murmured in a low voice: "The curse energy... is the blood of the world.

"The contact between this world and the dream world is not a gentle fusion. At the point of overlap between the two worlds, the world will become extremely fragile... That is the flaw of the world itself.

"That is, the wound of the world - flesh and blood not covered by skin."

Porphys sighed: "And the cursed cellar is just a hollow wedge. It is nailed into the flesh and blood and pumps out the plasma of the world. The world around the cursed cellar will gradually become desolate, and the world near the cursed cellar will gradually become barren. People will occasionally disappear... that is, they fall into the dream world at the moment the world collapses. If the physical body enters the dream world, it is basically impossible to come back.

"In addition to the damage caused by the curse cellar to the world itself, anyone who **** the blood of the world will be cursed by the world. Or, what they **** is the curse of the world.

"Those who have used curse energy will have their lifespan extended seven times, but their youth will not be extended accordingly; they are destined to be haunted by nightmares, and they will still have nightmares even before they die... Many curses are different. And After waking up from the nightmare, new curses will be added, and the person will be tortured until death...even death will not end it.

"Once you have used the spell power once, you will never be able to get rid of this desire. But when we are in the desert, there is no room for pretentiousness. The curse power is the poisonous blood that allows our civilization to continue... knowingly obeying Sooner or later, you will die, but if you don’t take it, you will die of thirst.

"Since we arrived in Yasselan, which is rich in resources, some knowledgeable people have called on everyone to use spells sparingly.

"But the vast majority of elves are unwilling to give up the convenient magic power-because compared with the convenience of magic power, its side effects can be said to be insignificant. And a civilization that uses magic power together will reduce its side effects. Further sharing. As for the world that will be riddled with holes for hundreds of years...that is a future that has nothing to do with us."

"...Can curses make people addicted?"

Citalopram asked subconsciously.

She vaguely saw the shadows of the Sunwell and Quel'Thalas...

"No, the curse energy itself does not make people addicted, but the convenience itself is a terrible dependence. The convenience of the curse energy is even enough for people to forget the pain of death... Therefore, people born after the third era The elves do not think death is a terrible thing.

"For them, curse energy is not used for survival, but for enjoyment."

Porphys's answer was even more terrifying.

"Because of the mystery and increasing rarity of this power... the Yaslan people instead focused on this power. There are traces of curse energy in some of the legends sung by the bards.

"In your legends, spell energy has many magical aliases. Such as 'water of immortality', 'fountain of youth', 'Holy Grail', 'water of Styx', etc. .

"In the end, with the persuasion of many prophets, the emperor forcibly controlled the situation. In the face of complete opposition from the Council of Elders, a compromise was forcibly reached with the Council of Elders - not to completely stop the use of curse energy, but to Important populations are concentrated in the capital, and spell power is only used in the capital. It is also forbidden to use spell power in front of centaurs and Yathlan people.

“…but then we launched a rebellion.

"It is not a rebellion of resistance, but a rebellion of self-destruction... For example, the city I am in is an extreme city of curse worship. Before the curse vault was finally demolished as planned, people destroyed themselves. houses, destroying all traces of life...Using the last power of the curse cellar, we weave an eternal public nightmare and freeze time.

"——It was a never-ending month, an extremely beautiful 'nightmare'... not to record important knowledge and inheritance, but to escape into it and enjoy a life that was no different from before."

Miss Porfis's mood gradually became excited, and then faded away.

She was silent for a long time, then lowered her head and said in a very low voice: "Sorry, I lied before."

"It's not your fault."

Citalopram advised gently and quietly.

Porphys took a deep breath and calmed down.

Then she continued: "My mother wanted to take me to the royal capital. But I ran away halfway because I didn't want to use spell power anymore. This was obviously wrong... This is what my mother taught me since I was a child.

"But she herself wants to move to the royal capital to live..."

When she said this, she choked.

Citalopram advised again: "This is not your fault."

"I just want... to live an ordinary life. But no one supports me... The most I can do is go back to my hometown ~ IndoMTL.com ~ and die with everyone... I will spend this time, this time without any support... 'Knowledge' of meaning is saved as a specimen.

"...But I couldn't do anything well. When I came back, I was late and couldn't participate in the ceremony...But when I wanted to leave, I couldn't run."

Porphys smiled bitterly: "I'm here alone. I don't have any great mission, nor do I do anything great. I just linger in the same place, not knowing where I should go, and in the end I haven't done anything. That's all...

"I lied, Citalopram. I'm not powerful at all, I don't have any partners, and I don't have any special abilities. I...can't do anything well."

She murmured: "I'm just an indecisive dilettante..."

Porphys looked at Citalopram pleadingly, her voice as thin as a ghost.

"...will you come back to me?"

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