The Righteous Player(s)

’t that an ill-fated relationship?

Annan was lost in thought.

Just then, Annan heard a loud crow chirping from outside the house.

The sound even penetrated the basement wall and reached Annan’s ears.

At the same time Annan heard the crow’s chirping, he felt a strange vibration coming from the tips of his fingers, quickly spreading to his arms.

It was like touching a roaring machine with his hand.
The soreness was accompanied by a warm current that quickly ran through Annan’s body.

An invisible power flowed through Annan’s body, seemingly going through Annan’s muscular and blood circulatory systems.

When the peculiar power flowed from Annan’s fingertips to the soles of his feet, it turned into a comfortable and even slightly drowsy warmth.
It felt the warmth coming from the campfire after curling into a ball next to it when he was drenched because of the rain.

[You are blessed with the Faceless Poet’s gift.
The required exercise time to promote each point in Strength, Agility, and Constitution attributes is deducted by -30%.
The effect will be lost once the designated attribute reaches 20 points.]

[You are granted a mark, “Advanced Influence: Caw of the Faceless Crow”.]

[If you don’t remove the mark in time, you will fall into a random nightmare with the keyword “record” after seven days (Difficulty: Distorted).]

Annan suddenly saw black liquids flowing in through the gap of the basement door from the outside.

A peculiar pressure felt upon Annan.

Annan was confident with what he was feeling at the moment.
It reminded him of when he first met the Venerated Skeleton—the strange sensation after encountering the false deity’s true body.

Strangely enough, the upright deity wasn’t too nerve-racking.

After these liquids flowed into the room, they gathered together again.
It became vicious at speed visible to the naked eye and piled up into a human figure.

“I haven’t seen you for a long time.” The black humanoid’s voice was thick and turbid, as if multiple different voices were ringing simultaneously.
The figure flickered on and off like a TV image with a poor signal.

This is so strange.

How come it’s a bit like Valtore, the senior’s shadow? A wild thought popped into Annan’s mind.

[TN: A quick reminder that Sal refers to Senior Salvatore himself, while Vatore refers to the shadow.]

Facing this strange black human figure, Nolan took Eugene to stand up from the sofa.
The old man respectfully put one of his hands on his chest and bowed quietly to the black figure.

After about two seconds, the black mud successfully morphed into a human form.

She looked short, only about 150 meters.
She wasn’t wearing anything, but only Her long satin-like hair draped down like a black waterfall behind Her.
Her hair was seemingly alive, wriggling, and covered Her body completely.

The only accessory She had was the black crow mask on Her face.

“Long time no see, Annan!” Unlike her youthful appearance, the strange and magical young girl spoke in a bright and sharp but not so pleasant voice, “I almost forgot what kind of body I should use to greet you!

“Why did you come to Noah without notifying me?”

“Faceless Poet?” Annan whispered the name.

Not many people could make Nolan feel nervous just by showing up in the heavily guarded basement of Geraint’s mansion.

Seeing Nolan’s respectful expression now, Her identity was quite apparent.

But the problem was that Annan didn’t know Her at all.

He had never seen Her before!

Strangely enough, the Faceless Poet was familiar with him.

Could it be that the one who became affiliated with this false deity was the past Annan?