The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 459 - 274 An Su’s Evil Hair Stands Right_2

"You are close to Hell..."

Luo Xiaohei grimaced as he watched An Su gamble one hundred times online, swallowing his saliva.

Luckily, this little upstart hadn't sent him any gifts.

One hundred draws later.

Miss Bones spun like a top, turning several circles, dizzy and swaying, before thudding onto the ground, sitting dazed. The pain of the injury was one thing, but there was also a strange sensation—being whipped on the spine in front of so many people was akin to being spanked.

—A deep sense of shame swept through her, her gaze melancholic as she watched An Su, couldn't you choose a place without people!

Especially in the presence of her nineteen-year-old self, that overwhelming sense of shame almost devoured Miss Bones!

Her cheeks flushed, her azure pupils moist as if about to drip water, she breathed heavily, a thin mist swirling in the night air.

So shameful!

At this moment, her feelings for An Su had reached their most fervent extent.

She had met the prerequisite for the "Resurrection of the Dead" magic.

Strategy successful.

An Su revealed a satisfied smile, clearly believing himself to be a master strategist of romance games. If encountering an unapproachable female character, just slap her outright.

Intense emotions are the anchor connecting the dead soul and the summoner, able to guide the undead from the River of Life against the current, retracing reality without getting lost in the beyond. That was why An Su whipped so much—to ensure the anchor point was firmer.

And shame, is the most potent, most solid, and most unforgettable emotion among all intelligent creatures, making it one of the best materials for an anchor point.

Think back, every person has done embarrassing stupid things during their naive years. Even ten years, twenty years later, these feelings of shame are still buried deep within the soul. Then, on an ordinary night, lying in bed, the foolish human suddenly remembers and rolls around wrapped in a sheet, hitting the wall wishing they could choke themselves...

Shame is the most unforgettable emotion for any intelligent creature.

However, whether this temporary method will successfully allow him to skip lessons will depend on his luck hereafter.

"So," An Su bowed slightly, tipping his hat to Miss Bones, "Miss Bones, we shall meet again."

"I will call out your name."

Miss Bones, clutching her still aching spine, looked resentfully at An Su, feeling discarded right after use... Before she could say more, An Su snapped his fingers lightly, cutting off the magic supply to "Life Offering."

Once the Invocation Magic "Life Offering" had been released, Miss Bones' spirit had to return to the River of Life, unable to continue existing in this world, reverting to a world of confusion and wandering.

She could only quietly wait, hoping that An Su would use another resurrection magic, "Resurrection of the Dead," using newly gained intense emotions as the anchor and traction, a more difficult way to return to reality, temporarily entering the body of the "Dawn Saintess"—if possible.

Resurrection magic is far more difficult than summoning magic, especially for such a high-level entity, under much stricter conditions.

Whether he could successfully skip this nefarious lesson or not was now a matter of luck.

It was exactly the principle of doing one's best and leaving the rest to fate.

This highlighted the value of the Azure Sorceress' Living Spirit Technique, as the ultimate form of Life Magic, almost unconditional, granting life directly to the undead, and even capable of mass production.

After releasing the summoning magic, An Su took a deep breath, his face slightly pale, the Life Offering having consumed a vast amount of magic power. In just that moment, his slowly recovered magic power was drained significantly.

He took a moment, then lifted his eyes toward the horizon at the end of his gaze, where pure white and azure had split the world in half. The world's flaws were climbing; red warning symbols plastered over the cracked land, fractured mountains, and shattered skies.

For a rogue player, errors (bugs) are a double-edged sword.

Players could use a suitable amount of errors to escape the rule limitation of 'only using Holy Light Magic,' but at the same time, they need to control the amount, as too many errors could also devour the player. Once the collapse reached one hundred percent, the heavens would fall, resulting in actual death.

Commonly known as, getting frozen on a white screen due to too many errors.

The battle between the Golden Kite Princess and the Azure Sorceress had already caused half the sky to fall.

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The Azure Sorceress, watching the younger version of herself turned into a spinning top by An Su, was completely invaded by that unprecedented sense of shame, and she couldn't suppress her appetite any longer, eager to devour An Su, that little newcomer.

Yet despite this, she was still barred outside the Dawn Cathedral.

But even the Azure Sorceress had to admit, the madness of Cersei... had reached a bone-chilling level.

Even though her body had been ravaged by the Dawn Ceremony long ago, even though her magic power had been drained by an army of Living Spirits, despite all this... she was still unable to break through that pure white light.

This madwoman, once possessed by an obsession, by a goal, would stop at no means, able to ignite an endless madness that could set the whole world aflame... even if it meant consuming herself first.

And yet, Cersei was smiling instead.

"That seed of utter evil, pure enough to take form," she smiled, "cannot be destroyed by a shameful technocrat, extreme evil cannot be devoured by lesser evils, extreme evil can only be obliterated by justice."