The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 438: Mirror of Rebellion
Like a ghost.
When Bernardino turned around and left to find the tower owner, a twisted “humanoid” suddenly appeared in front of him.
——It is a monster that seems a bit reluctant to use the word [humanoid] to describe it.
He has no hair, or even hands, and can only judge the existence of legs by “he is standing.”
He wears a faceless black mask, and the mask has an “Alpha” symbol drawn with a red pen. The symbol was glowing red. He was wearing a pitch-black cloak, and his overly slender and lanky body was like a ghost, tied into a long strip by the tightly shrinking cloak.
Like living pillars rising from the mud that fills the black tower.
Seeing this human figure, young Bernardino raised the corner of his mouth.
He squinted his eyes and bowed deeply to the man, and said in a slow, polite and artificial voice: “My Lord Hugo…Long time no see.”
“…Long time no see, Bell.”
Somewhat unexpected.
After a moment of silence, a young voice came out from under the black mask: “I haven’t seen you in about ten years.”
“After all, you have trained many amazing young people.”
Bernardino narrowed his eyes and said calmly and melodiously.
He has brown shoulder-length curly hair. If you don’t look at the horrific tattoos on his skin, which are composed of countless alchemical runes, he looks like an aristocratic prince.
Who would have known that he was the son of a fisherman?
A despicable person with a humble status who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.
A fool who lost all the tokens given to him by Father Ludwig, who was his teacher, adoptive father, and benefactor, and all the money he had accumulated over the years to give to himself as travel expenses and tuition fees.
A useless person who can’t do anything but sell his soul in exchange for a chance to change his destiny… a useless person. He is a “laggard” who has finally begun to officially explore the path to transcendence after turning 100 years old.
The person standing in front of him, who had lost his body, was the young and promising son of the tower who was less than half his age.
The proud son of heaven who is expected by everyone.
A genius wizard who successfully advanced to the silver level when he was seventeen years old.
The one who saved him from the miserable hell… his only friend.
Of course, ever since the forty-three-year-old Bernardino met the seventeen-year-old Hugo… he has never been able to look directly at the glory of Hugo.
Hugo is his only friend.
——But he is not Hugo’s only friend, and he doesn’t even know if he is Hugo’s friend. Or is it just…casual pity? Or is it charity to the poor?
Now, everything has been reversed.
What kind of creature is the “Tower Master”… He has long understood.
Poor creatures like hermit crabs.
[Tower] still exists without the tower owner, but if the tower owner leaves the tower…how many years can he live?
In Bernardino’s view, that is undoubtedly unfree.
——More than just lack of freedom.
It is simply a voluntary sacrifice.
The mission of each generation of tower owners is to train the next generation of successors, which is also the contract formed between the tower owners and the tower. After the heir is qualified to inherit the [Tower], the tower owner must put all his soul and curse into the heir’s body and merge with the other person’s soul.
It is better to say “a group” than one person.
The twenty-four wizard towers brought from the east by the mysterious lady have always been like this, passed down from generation to generation.
Just like “Old Face”, a monster’s lair.
Now, Bernardino is about to break this cycle.
He wants to directly split and take away Hugo’s soul, completely ending the inheritance ceremony of the Wizard Tower!
But Hugo was completely powerless about it.
Have you really escaped from hell?
Maybe not.
——Because he is **** itself.
Bernardino raised the corners of his mouth: “How do you feel when you see me here?”
“To be honest, it’s not very good.”
Under the mask, Hugo sounded like a teenage poet, young, cheerful and gentle.
“I feel it. This is Sir Isaac’s [Inert Refining]… Did you dig up his grave too?”
“I prepared this just for you, Hugo.”
Bernardino said flatly: “You said it to me yourself back then. Isaac is the founder of the Transformation School, the greatest transformation wizard and the last alchemist.
“All transformation spells using Isaac’s model—that is, using the concepts of ‘transformation’, ‘pre-transformation’ and other concepts as the underlying framework are extensions of Isaac’s elements, and all cannot escape being transformed. The fate he denied. And now at least 90% of transformation spells come from his invention.
“Even if you are now a fire thief of the Prometheus school, you also started out as a transformation wizard after all.
“Give up, Hugo… You have no chance of winning. If you are willing to surrender, I will no longer attack your students. Even if I don’t attack them actively, as long as we wait for a fight, the other students in the tower will All living things will die here.”
He didn’t come for the many spines in the wizard’s tower.
Of course.
If too much power is lost here… he doesn’t care about replenishing his reserves here.
But Bernardino didn’t expect that.
After a brief silence, Hugo suddenly asked:
“——Are you in a hurry?
“Are you running from the Bell Ringer? Or Sir Silver?”
Hearing this, Bernardino’s expression suddenly darkened.
He took a deep look at Hugo, and then took a long breath.
Unexpectedly, he answered: “Sir Silver can’t attack me. He will even help me stop the bell ringers from chasing me… because I can’t die in their hands. ~IndoMTL.com ~Why?”
“——Because I am [Mirror].”
Bernardino replied slowly: “I am the fifth egg sheath of [Seventh Light].”
Hugo paused for a moment.
The red symbol on his face suddenly flashed.
“…The light of the seventh ray is coming? So the virtual world is about to invade?”
“He has already arrived, but the mirror has not yet broken, so he has not yet awakened.”
The corners of Bernardino’s mouth slowly raised, but the smile on his face began to disappear.
“——[Destiny is the wheel of the heavenly carriage]. The heavenly carriage has not passed yet, and my destiny has not yet been finalized… So why can’t I fight against my destiny?
“I have been drifting with the tide for forty years, but I was awakened by a nightmare. I know that this is the fate that I should not fight the most. The light of the seventh ray is the sky… But I just want to do this, Even if you can’t sublimate in your lifetime, so what?
“If I can complete the sublimation before the fourth mirror shatters, my destiny can be changed.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s once in my life, I want to fight against my fate. Even if this time it may affect the whole world…it doesn’t matter.”
He looked at the monster with the voice of “Hugo” and said slowly: “The person standing in front of you is not the ‘Spiritual Monk’ Bernardino. It is the future God of Death, Bernardino.
“I am God, or the slayer of the world. Other than that, there is no other choice.”
The person I am today is different from before.
I am a big shot.
He is an amazing person.
He is a man who determines the fate of the world.
——At the same time, he is also a rebellious chess piece.
Bernardino looked at Hugo and declared: “In order to complete my great work… I must get your flame.
“Resist me as best you can, Hugo.”