Super Righteous Player-Chapter 1247 - 281: Melvin (Two In One)_2

"Your Majesty, the ceremony is ready."

Just then, Jacob’s voice rang out: "The teleportation destination is locked."

"Teleport directly."

Annan instructed.

"Yes."

Jacob agreed.

As he removed the cover from the mirror, the various-sized mirrors surrounding the newly built "Teleportation Hall" in the Grand Duke’s mansion all reflected the same candle.

There were thirteen candles of different sizes and thicknesses.

They were each attached to one of thirteen copper rings, forming concentric circles of thirteen layers. By rotating these rings to different scales, they anchored specific locations like a complex compass. freewёbnoνel.com

Countless reflections of candles appeared in the myriad mirrors.

In the reflection of many mirrors, they became a sea of light.

And the figures of Annan and Sumarokov Melvin gradually blurred within this sea of light.

This was also the first time Annan was consciously experiencing teleportation—he did not lose consciousness during the process, but remained fully aware.

"So this is the principle behind teleportation..."

Annan thought: "In that case, it seems I can also construct my own teleportation ceremony... No, that’s not right, there’s already a teleportation ceremony in the Chariot. Maybe I can optimize that ceremony..."

And precisely because of his lucidity, before landing, Annan noticed—there were many people at their destination. All waiting in silence.

—Have they been waiting here for me?

They couldn’t possibly track the Chariot with divination spells.

It must be some sort of curse mark on Earl Melvin that even Annan didn’t notice... able to pinpoint his distance.

So Annan didn’t hesitate.

The moment he materialized, he summoned his own exalted false body—

Just as expected.

The Melvin family’s residence was surrounded by layers of people inside and out.

But there was a peculiar sight.

It was that apart from elderly men and women in their sixties and seventies, there were young people in their teens and early twenties. Besides Earl Melvin, there didn’t seem to be many youths or middle-aged people here.

And all the "Melvins" had hair of various colors—black, brown, red, white, pink, green...

Their hairstyles also looked quite "fashionable," to the extent that they wouldn’t be out of place in the neighboring Night City. For this world, it was clearly an art ahead of its time.

All of them stared at Annan and Earl Melvin with expressionless faces, in silence.

This overbearing quietness would make one think of dolls in a toy store after nightfall.

Their mere existence filled the surrounding air with an abnormal and eerie atmosphere.

And Earl Melvin’s face had gone ashen white.

The nominal clan leader was trembling, shouting in a high-pitched voice: "Everyone, listen! This has been a trap from the very beginning—"

"You are no longer pure."

An Elder in front of Earl Melvin sighed.

It was as if Earl Melvin had been choked, losing all his voice instantly.

"You have lost your divinity."

Another Elder behind the Earl, sighed in the exact same tone as the previous one.

His words caused the Earl to turn his head back in panic, but at that moment a third voice rang out: "You have embraced fear."

A girl of only twelve or thirteen spoke up, her voice like the sound of heaven: "You have begun to fear death."

A serious boy of about seventeen or eighteen continued: "You should depart from this world."

"You should depart."

"You should depart."

"You should depart."

One after another, everyone repeated the same phrase.

Their emotions were neither excited nor sad. Not angry, nor fearful.

There was neither smile nor frown on their faces, as if they were toys placed on a shelf.

Earl Melvin’s face grew paler and paler.

Making gurgling noises in his throat without speaking, his fingertips trembled like Parkinson’s.

But as the sentence was repeated over and over, his fear gradually subsided, and he became unusually calm again. Even his fingertips stopped quivering—not a single twitch.

He became no different from his kin around him, who were like lifeless dolls.

"I should depart."

He responded impassively.

The next moment, Earl Melvin suddenly stretched out his hand.

Starting from his stomach area, he caressed downward. As if unzipping a garment, he easily split open his abdomen—along with the clothes he was wearing.

Blood covered the fingertips of Earl Melvin.

Shackled by chains of light, he spread his arms wide like a scarecrow, solemnly and calmly stating: "And I am opened."

"And you are opened."

"And you are opened."

"And you are opened."

The other Melvins repeated the phrase while starting to clap.

There was no excitement, no relief, no hatred, no joy on their faces—just calm clapping, as mundane as a daily chore.

Blood flowed from under Earl Melvin, and even though he was but a Wizard, a Transcendent at the silver rank wasn’t so easy to kill.

Yet Earl Melvin also didn’t attempt to heal himself... Even his arms spread wide as a scarecrow didn’t shake in the slightest. If he let the bleeding continue, he would eventually die here from excessive blood loss.

Annan, standing nearby, did not stop his actions.

He was not frightened by the Melvin family’s strange behavior either.

He just calmly watched it all.