The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 552: Seti’s Curse

Chapter 552: Seti’s Curse

Husky tilted his head.
She cast a curious glance at the man, but her mind had not entirely caught up yet.
Why does he know my name?
Thinking of this, Husky subconsciously looked up.
There is no ID floating in the air?
Ah Dian at the side suddenly realized something.
She wondered if this was the big shot who “would come tomorrow”.
So Ah Dian turned her head, looked at the man respectfully, and greeted him probingly,
“Lord Ghirlandaio…?”
The middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes turned his head and nodded calmly at Ah Dian, “Long time no see, Ah Dian.”
“Eh?“
Husky replied in a silly and puzzled tone again.
Ah Dian, on the side, helplessly pressed her hand on her face.
In fact, she did not think she was very smart. However, standing with Husky, she became the smarter one.
Husky opened his mouth wide and blinked.
Gradually, she realized that something was wrong.
—She now wanted to publish an urgent post on the forum: Before I recognized the big boss who came to inspect at the grassroots level, I unabashedly asked if I could get any private work elsewhere… In this situation, if I were a girl, could I get by using cuteness?
“…I was just joking, boss.”
Husky tried his best to show an innocent smile.
Luckily, Ghirlandaio did not take her seriously either.
Although they had no memory of each other, Ghirlandaio seemed to know them already, “Where is Thirteenth Fragrance?”
“Well, he… is sleeping.”
Ah Dian just wanted to say that he was offline, but after thinking about it, she still did not dare to say it.
So she could only euphemistically express that he was tired and sleeping.
Unexpectedly, Ghirlandaio just pointed it out blatantly, “He should have gone back to your world.
“When is he coming back? It should be early morning in your world, right?
“Did Longjing Tea tell him that your body is considered sleeping in this world?”
“…Eh?“
Husky once again showed a naive blank expression.
They already had a general idea that this world “was not a game, but another world”. However, hearing the aboriginals calmly talk about the information of “another world” with them still made Husky stunned.
Seeing that Husky’s brain was once again in the state of “running in the background”, the burning-eyed girl beside her burst out laughing.
She generously extended her hand to the two and introduced herself, “My name is Nefertari. Hello… adventurers from another world.”
Having been in contact with the players with Annan for so long, Nefertari’s initial misunderstanding of the players was naturally resolved long ago.
She was a true “Wise”, after all.
She also learned that the price for the players to conquer the nightmare was not as high as she imagined. Even after the curse in the nightmare eroded them, there were still ways to save them.
Unfortunately, this was because their body constitution was unique and could not be popularized. The members of Secret Eye were otherworldly souls who entered this world through the dream world and obtained artificial bodies. Perhaps it was because their spirit bodies had been in contact with the dream world deeply when they entered this world, they were better at purifying nightmares than the aboriginals in this world.
They seemed to call this “dungeon exploration”.
But as she said to Nieusel, the achievements of the Secret Eye should not be discounted just because the danger they encountered was not so great.
She still thought they were all heroes.
When Nefertari was a child, she firmly believed that when both an ordinary person who would be burned to death by fire and a transcender who was not afraid of flames saved an innocent person from the fire, their achievements should be the same.
Even though the former struggled more in performing those deeds.
However, it should not be assumed that the latter’s good deeds were inferior to the former’s. Furthermore, it was inappropriate to criticize the latter for not trying their best just because they only saved one person. It was not fair to expect them to have saved more.
For those rescued, their emotions when they see someone reaching out a helping hand had nothing to do with what the other party had to give up.
What they cared about was the fact that they were saved.
Only bystanders would comment “what did this person sacrifice”.
There seemed to be a case where only the story of the adventurer who exhausted all his strength to defeat the devil was worth moving.
That was just for the bystander’s idleness.
When a person with only ten silver coins donated nine to the disaster victims, it was naturally praiseworthy. However, if a person with a hundred gold coins came out at this time and only donated ten gold coins to the disaster victims, someone would lash out at this person.
Nefertari deeply understood that this harsh attitude did no good in the situation but would make other people with a hundred gold coins reluctant to help.
Even knowing that nightmares would not destroy the Secret Eye members, she did not bear any grievances with them. Instead, she felt more confident in Ghirlandaio’s career.
If it were someone else, he might think, “then what they did was nothing serious”.
However, Nefertari would never do that.
He who did good deeds should at least not be reprimanded.
That was the life philosophy Nefertari’s teacher, Bone Healer Seti, taught.
The greater your power, the more you should do good deeds and keep order.
However, this kindness should come from within and not be forced by others. If you did it for the expectations of others, you would only usher in an increasingly heavy burden.
Fools would always have blind expectations of people who were stronger than them. Once the other party failed to meet the expectations, they would be disappointed. Therefore, if there was no special need, never stand out and show your strength at will.
“The so-called being wise and protecting yourself is the way of the Wise. If you have ten points, you can only give seven points at most; the remaining three points are your leeway.”
Nefertari, who was only a teenager at the time, asked Master Seti a question:
“So, should we hide our power when we acquire it?
“Then, why did we pursue this power in the first place?”
Naturally, it was for the sake of using it when encountering hardship—Seti originally wanted to answer like this.
However, he was silent for a long time in the end.
Bone Healer Seti had always been considered to have some kind of “curse”.
He was the most excellent Idol Wizard, the most potent healer in the underground world, and a powerful ritualist. Many children of big shots, geniuses, and eccentric talents had learned from him.
However, anyone who became Seti’s student could not realize their original dream in the end.
There was not a single one.
Some even wondered whether Seti sacrificed the dreams of these children in exchange for their talents. But only Seti knew that he did nothing.
The moment he heard Nefertari’s question, he was in a trance and vaguely realized something.
Perhaps…
Is this where something goes wrong?
Maybe it really is a curse.
It was just that Seti did not realize it…
That was a curse called “individuality in knowledge.”