The Righteous Player(s)

hers that you have been here.
But if you don’t leave, I can only report it to the tower master.”

Like writing in the air, the tips of his long fingernails glowed fluorescently, swiping rapidly in the air, leaving behind a dim azure blue light trail.
These light trails remained vaguely in Longjing Tea’s vision, forming a somewhat complicated rune.

“Heh, heh, heh… things don’t have to go like that, Clarence.
I’m not coercing you into anything.
It’s just an invitation.”

While still curling up in his wheelchair, Bernardino let out his signature dry laugh, “If you don’t agree, just pretend I haven’t been here today.”

As he spoke, the wheelchair under him suddenly turned by itself.

Longjing Tea felt the familiar coldness creeping on him again.
A soft yet solid power pushed him back.
The door opened automatically, and all obstacles between the old man and the door were lined up to the sides.

Even the heavy bookshelves anchored to the ground by Swamp’s Black Tower made way for the old man.

As Bernardino passed by Longjing Tea, his wheelchair suddenly stopped.

The old man turned slightly and asked in a low voice, “Book of Divine Transporter?”

“…What?” Longjing Tea was stunned for a moment.

“Oh, you don’t know…” Bernardino sighed regretfully and shook his head, “What a pity…”

The old man didn’t stop after that.
At the moment he crossed the door, the wheelchair disappeared.

While Longjing Tea was stunned, Clarence patted him gently on the shoulder.

“Don’t be nervous.
He’s here because I’m about to advance in my rank.
The master is here to ask me if I want to advance into a Spiritual Monk.

“It’s not about Gerald, and it’s not about Jude.”

What the hell? Longjing Tea was suddenly shocked.

I haven’t asked anything yet.
How do you know everything? But, he calmed down almost instantly.

Clarence spread his hands, “See, this is the advantage of the rank difference.
I’m just demonstrating it to you.

“Soul Rank does not fully represent combat power, but it determines how vulnerable you are to the transcended abilities.”

Clarence smiled helplessly, “If you want to keep a secret, it’s best to embark on the path of transcendence quickly.

“You have a soul that isn’t corrupted by the curse.
Basically, everything you think about is reflected in my mind.”

“So, Master Bernardino also knows everything?”

“Not really.
That isn’t necessarily true.
The gap from Silver Rank to Gold Rank is unlike Bronze Rank to Silver Rank.
It isn’t an improvement of one’s overall qualities.”

Clarence disagreed, “After entering the Gold Rank, what has changed is your race status.
The abilities you had before will experience a significant shift too.

“After becoming a [Spiritual Monk], you will lose the ability to read minds and change emotions at will.

“If you want to get something, you have to give something.
The bridge from the Silver Rank to Gold Rank cannot be filled with a curse.

“I know who killed my teacher and Jude’s situation.
But I won’t avenge my teacher because his death is inevitable.
Even without your lord, he will die there as well.

“It’s all because he went the wrong path, and it has nothing to do with me.
That’s his destiny.

“As for Jude, he died for his reasons, but also because of my command.
Thus, I will avenge him.
But I will only kill your friend once because that’s what happened, giving your friend an equal fate.”

Clarence looked at Longjing Tea and replied softly, “Are you relieved now?”

Longjing Tea swallowed his saliva and smiled reluctantly, “I thought you were from the Prophet school… Talking about fate and all…”

“Prophets never tell the future they see to others.” Clarence replied calmly, “They’re just a bunch of cowardly ‘centaur’.”

He raised his right hand, showing off his long, dagger-sharp fingernails.

It was made of a centaur’s corpse and could tear apart “destiny”.