Super Righteous Player-Chapter 1209 - 248: Decree: Dissolution (2 in 1)_3

Professor Gray felt a fervor from the bottom of his heart—not the long-lost surging, but the first time realizing what "fervor" meant.

——And that the existence of "Professor Gray" was utterly meaningless.

His rationality, his soul, his desires——all betrayed him.

The personality of "Professor Gray" was gradually being erased by himself.

In the moment his desire for revenge crumbled, utterly negated by the self.

He suddenly heard a hissing noise coming from somewhere.

It was like the steam being released from a pressure cooker.

Quickly, "Professor Gray"’s rational consciousness realized——that was the sound of his soul.

Like a magnesium ribbon ignited, his soul burst into splendid flames.

His dark red soul, like a clump of blood, stretched out and erupted into a fierce white light.

Professor Gray’s soul, along with his desires and his personality, was being [dissolved].

The damage from [Decree: Dissolve] came from the gap between the two. The more distinct the difference, the greater the damage.

Since the moment of his birth, Professor Gray, with only self and hatred in his heart... shared almost nothing in common with Annan.

If he had harbored even a trace of kindness in his heart, he could have cleansed himself through this slight similarity with Annan, to be reborn on the other side of pure goodness——as the [Impurity of White], destined to cleanse the impurity and become immaculate.

But...

He was born from hatred, yet he never thought of transcending that hate.

Thus, being eroded by Annan’s personality meant the complete disintegration of his soul.

His solid soul, scorched by the fire of desire that changed its color, became riddled with holes——

He covered his eyes that continuously spurted white flames with his hands, leaning back, uttering desperate cries and howls.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh——"

A despair deeper than death, a pain more searing than burning souls, simultaneously struck at his heart.

It wasn’t guilt or confession for the "sins" he had committed.

It was the clear realization——of what had been overlooked by himself from the beginning.

——His essence, was the "hatred" that was cast aside by the Gray Craftsman.

——His wish, was to exact revenge on the Gray Craftsman for this hatred.

——And a deeper primal wish... was to rebel against the fate imposed upon him, leaving him with no choice.

But he had never considered.

Did he truly have no choice?

He acted under the guise of hatred, chose the path of revenge because of hatred, sprouted jealousy and malice from spreading hate, proceeding to seek out the Tragedy Writer...

And all he had done, the preparations he believed to be against fate over the past century.

All were exactly the proof that he was walking on the [Path of Hatred] bestowed upon him by the Gray Craftsman!

He should have realized it long ago!

Professor Gray was not a fool, and could even be called a sage. In the past, he had often had such realizations.

——Should I learn some new knowledge? Should I seriously consider what exactly do I want to do? Have I embarked on the wrong path?

But whenever such thoughts emerged, he arrogantly ignored them.

——I cannot be wrong.

Because...

"...because I was once part of the Gray Craftsman." ƒreewebɳovel.com

He murmured quietly.

Just as Annan had said.

Until now, everything he had relied on, boasted about... that which enabled him to embark on the so-called "path of revenge."

——All originated from the gifts of the "Gray Craftsman."

Even the reason he denied the possibility of his mistakes... was because of the reverence for the Gray Craftsman in the depths of his own heart.

I am part of the Gray Craftsman, how could I possibly be wrong?

This was the original virus hidden deep within his heart that Professor Gray had never noticed...

"All hate originates from love."

Annan and Professor Gray said in unison, almost simultaneously.

The love that was abandoned.

The love that was betrayed.

The love that was ignored.

The love for a loved one, for family, for career, for mission, for country, and... for oneself.

It was the destruction, the shattering, the disdain, the insult of something cherished that bred hatred.

Hatred without love is like duckweed without roots.

And the original love that underpinned Professor Gray’s "hatred"...

Was the deep infatuation for the Gray Craftsman in his heart.

——I wanted to be part of the Gray Craftsman.

When such a wish was denied, discarded, destroyed, the original "hatred" was born.

"Fortunately..."

Professor Gray’s body began to fade away.

He murmured quietly: "Fortunately, I failed..."

But the "young man" behind him became gradually clearer.

The more a person knows what they want to do, the clearer and more orderly their exalted false body; the opposite is true as well.

At the last stage of Professor Gray’s life, his exalted false body was the clearest and most transparent.

"I really... lived in vain."

Professor Gray sighed quietly: "But fortunately, fortunately...

"Before I truly did something irredeemably foolish..."

Before he could finish his words.

He disappeared without a sound, like a bubble bursting.