The Righteous Player(s)

Chapter 429: Heart of a Fanatic

Annan's breathing became harder and harder, and there was sputum stuck in his throat.

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

Annan felt that there was pain all over his body...not in one place, but pain under the skin, internal organs, and bones all over the body. Fortunately, his curse is still working.

This made the pain weakened countless times-but even if it was weakened countless times, Annan could clearly feel the pain.

The effect of his curse is to make Annan calmer.

It was an unprecedented sense of weakness...

Don't talk about inquiries and chats, Annan doesn't even have the strength to scream. Each breath becomes weaker and closer to death.

...That's it.

Is this the feeling of aging, sickness and death?

If there is an enlightenment in Annan's heart.

It is not a life that can be terminated by exhaling one's last breath suddenly.

It's just dying little by little. It's like a flame that is gradually extinguishing...

Suddenly, what did Annan see——

The middle-aged woman who holds her hand most eagerly... seems to be the same person as her own daughter. A high light suddenly lit up on her body.

Even if Annan doesn't need to open his eyes, he can see her image.

(...Is it finally over this time? It's tossing me to death. The old man is about to die...)

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

...This is, [Angel's left eye]?

Annan 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 enduring and enduring, the sob that burst out from the throat when I couldn't bear it.

The man next to her sighed deeply, hugged the woman in his arms, and gently patted her on the shoulder, silently comforting.

At this moment, the young man suddenly showed light.

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

When the girl named Jenny was sobbing and crying, the real grief spread around the room like a curse.

People who didn't plan to cry can't help but choke a little.

There were tears in their eyes subconsciously, but they didn't even notice the tears in their eyes. And those who shed tears are not entirely sad in their hearts.

The corner of Annan's own eyes couldn't help but feel a little moist.

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

"teacher……"

He whispered in a choked voice.

That solemn mentality, no one seems to be 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 now sees my sincerity, and then when I use the teacher’s name to sell paintings to make money, they should not come out because of the face. I'm...)

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

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

(...The teacher's inheritance should not be mine. Then I will take away the paintings in the studio tomorrow...)

(...I don’t know if the second uncle’s inheritance can fill up Little Marin’s gambling debts. This is obviously a terminal illness. I wasted so much money to continue my life and toss the old man...)

(...It's really retribution, deserve it. If it wasn't for Grandpa who prevented me from marrying Justin back then, I wouldn't have enough money to find a priest now...)

(...Wasted more than a month of my time, but it's dying. This time is great, my job is gone...)

As Annan got closer to death, the people around him grief.

But the malice that ignited in their hearts became stronger.

That may not be called malice.

——Just looking forward to Annan’s death.

The old painter who has been living in the sick bed for a long time has burned the sorrows of his family and students on the long, near-death journey.

The noise in Annan's mind gradually faded.

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

... he remembered.

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

——Neither is it myself.

"Don't waste any more money to treat me, my disease can't be cured..."

"Don't say that! Is it fair to say that if you have money, don't treat the elderly?"

Like a flashback, Annan saw the scene when he had just fallen ill four months ago.

What people see is anxiety and urgency, and what is in words and actions is eager and real "love."

But shortly after that, this love was completely burned out.

The trivialities in life, the energy, heart, and financial resources expended before the sickbed, gradually became equal to the old "love", and even overflowed.

I don't know where to start, but the hope of "finally going through it" gradually became the hope of "dying sooner."

Either 10%, or 30%, or 50%.

What they showed was still the love of the past, but in the eyes of the old man, what they were thinking was at a glance.

...Want to reawaken that love.

——Only to die.

Let that tiredness, irritability, pain, and sadness all be cleansed and turned into nostalgia.

——Only to die.

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

——Only to die.

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

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

It's not just to let yourself die in a nightmare.

In order to confuse one's own perception of "life" and "death".

Instead, he planted the idea of ​​"I am alive is wrong" in Annan's heart, and gave Annan the idea that "people are expecting me to die".

...And what will Denton do?

Outside, detonate this desire for self-destruction?

"—This is really boring."

Annan sighed deeply: "Not as interesting as the previous trap."

In front of Annan, the nightmare suddenly shattered.

He opened his eyes again.

The brilliance in the eyes dimmed a little, but it overflowed in the blink of an eye.

"It's too weak, it's too weak."

Annan sighed, "Why is this a lore? Who do you think of me?

"This level of fear is really too weak...I don't even have the idea of'I should die' for a single minute."

"...Actually, really..."

The white-haired boy opposite Annan frowned somewhat incomprehensibly: "You... don't you have a heart?

"When people who love you hate you, don't you even have a trace of guilt? You don't even want them to give up saving you..."

"—That's nature. People hate me, what do they do with me? I don't live for them."

Annan sighed and stood up swayingly.

The ruined wall under his feet ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ suddenly shook.

The seven pieces of fear were gathered... the whole nightmare suddenly trembled.

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

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

Finally, Annan recognized it.

The whole picture of this ship.

This was... the first nightmare he experienced.

Benjamin used John's soul and all the curses of Don Juan Gerante to create an artificial nightmare.

——That ship.

"Hey, make no mistake, Denton."

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

"What about outsiders has nothing to do with me. I can't control so much, I can only control myself.

"It's like the spider silk nightmare before—I told them to let them follow me. But did I look back and wait for them? Did I give them expectations? Did I give orders and direct them?

"Do 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 happily: "Stop making trouble, Denton!

"I am the only abnormal lunatic, and they do whatever they like. I don't sacrifice because I want to respond to their request, but because I want to achieve this goal, so I won't need to be paid; then I will be bored. When they hate and are not needed, they will not respond to them.

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

"How they expect it has never been with me."

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