As a player, can you be normal?

Chapter 786 The Strongest Person, Jane Grylls

【Destined Death】is a core concept in the Elden Ring, originally a power controlled by the goddess of midnight eyes.

It extracts absolute death and transforms it into a controllable force; once hit by this move, no other force can stop the target's death.

In Norse mythology, Baldr was blessed by the goddess Scarlett with all things in the world, but she forgot about one particular herb. As a result, he was ultimately killed by this herb, which was his destined death. Those who are harmed by this destined death cannot escape death no matter what.

However, the above examples are too abstract and difficult to control in actual combat, so later generations invented more powerful abilities.

By extracting and condensing the power of "destined death," it becomes the "Mortal Blade," which severs immortality.

In addition, there is the influence of numerous illusions created by the Inner Eye.

Phil suffered multiple "deadly" blows.

He possesses an incredibly strong vitality, an excessive and complex soul, and even harbors the Philosopher's Stone, a substance that stores souls within his body.

Even though Phil appeared to have been stripped of all his power after suffering a fatal blow, it was enough to cause his subsequent death.

"Close the net."

Fenrir closed his raised fingers.

The eyeball inside Zera surged into Phil's body like foam, constantly squeezing him until he was finally squeezed into an eyeball filled with pupils.

Fenrir picked up the eyeball.

"Now you can control more stories, right?"

"A fusion of the 'Glutton'... How could you make it in such a way?"

The figure that emerged from the void wore a long brown robe, a cowboy hat, and had a haggard face with stubble.

He was the player whose level exceeded 99.

Lennon.

He possessed a diary that could control the direction of the script, but there were too many uncontrollable characters in the script. When Lennon was in a difficult situation, his old friend Fenrir invited him to help.

"How did you do it?"

Lennon was somewhat curious.

Fenrir held up his eyeballs and said, “Your ‘immortality’ and ‘endlessness’ are running rampant everywhere, so I used dreams to attack those guys, like… the dream train that Mr. Linuo was riding. Anyway, I used the Inner Eye to pull them into the dream. Zera was one of those who thought he had escaped. His resistance to the curse was too low, and he didn’t realize that his body had been filled with Inner Eyes.”

What happened next was quite simple: Lennon just needed to use the tool to connect with Lazer and let him encounter a being with multiple soul vessels.

What they need is a chaotic life form with multiple souls and multiple storylines.

The "bulimia" option can only be considered one of the optimal solutions.

"Of course, there is another very important thing to thank the Queen of Cainhurst."

Fenrir raised an eyebrow.

“I asked Queen Cain to create pure blood, which contained the curse of the ancient gods. I didn’t expect her to make a finished product in just one year. The thing I got not long ago is the raw material for making this eyeball.”

The moment he mentioned taking the pure blood was also the first time Li Nuo saw him appear at Cain's Castle through the anti-surveillance system of the Soren Glasses.

Fenrir knew that Lino was looking at him, but he didn't care.

"But I still want to thank you, Mr. Lennon. It was you who changed the course of the story with the diary, making Mr. Phil unaware that I had already appeared."

Fenrir crushed the eyeball, but the spirit within it, Phil, reached out and grabbed Fenrir's neck.

"You guy."

Phil's voice came through; he wasn't quite dead yet.

Lennon took off the cross from his neck and tapped Phil's arm.

Bang.

Like a balloon bursting, Phil's arm disappeared.

This time, Phil fell silent.

The Glutton from the End died.

"What an amazing ability," Fenrir exclaimed. "Summoning you was definitely the right move I made."

Yes, it was Fenrir who summoned the player, not the other way around.

“I should be thanking you…” Lennon said with a wry smile, “You have no idea how terrifying the world I’m going to is.”

For Lennon, who was in a scenario outside the World Tree at the time, coming here was the greatest salvation.

"I'd like to see."

Fenrir was curious about what kind of world could make Lennon so nervous.

Lennon mocked his ignorance.

"You'd better take that idea back. That place is a concentration camp of monsters with strength far exceeding that of the world."

"Yes, how terrible?"

"They can easily tear apart the creator god you imagine."

Lennon felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of those guys. He might be the strongest player in this "Border Prison Scenario," but in that scenario outside the World Tree, those players who transcended level limits, those beings above the gods, were truly terrifying.

Fenrir asked no more questions, conjured a book, and sprinkled the blood vapor from crushed eyeballs onto it.

The law is generated. "I need to borrow the power of things that are the same as the blood and energy of the eyeballs, and transform them into the energy I store to open the door to the 'Golden Law'."

……

Then, all the players disappeared.

Only those truly exceeding specifications remain.

……

"I hope their power can be the key to awaken the Golden Tree... to awaken the 'Elden' First Era, which has been sleeping at the bottom of the Great Labyrinth. I swear by my dark eyes that I will create the laws of a new era."

"But until then, please don't let these guys cause trouble. This is the only restraint I can impose on them."

……

From this point on, no player can leave their designated area.

……

After saying all this, Fenrir could sense that the number of players from the other world had plummeted from nearly nine thousand to less than two hundred.

“The remaining group is the most troublesome… their strength is enough to shake my prayers.”

Lennon wrote something in a flurry that resulted in players being locked in the Dreamlands, or a certain area where they were located.

"As long as you don't easily expose yourself before your plan begins, they won't be able to contact you. I've already written this information in the book, so you don't need to worry."

"Lennon, what are you going to do?"

“I am the [Identity Holder], the [Lost One]. If I want, no one can find me.”

The "Lost Person" is a particularly frustrating identity; it's someone who has no presence whatsoever, and someone who will never be found in a game of hide-and-seek.

Lennon laughed and said, "Fenrir, as long as you ensure Cain Hearst's plan succeeds, we can use the problem of the painted world to trap these players and make them your nourishment for godhood. As for me, I can also use the power of 'Elden'..."

"and many more……"

"Fenrir is incorrect."

"Then wait until... I realize something's wrong, wait..."

"Hey, Fenrir, do you remember the first time we met, we stayed up all night... no, wait!"

"Calm down, Lennon. I later married the girl you had your eye on... but..."

"What did you say! Where is that woman now?!"

"Listen to my explanation!"

"No, Fenrir, don't continue, something's wrong!"

"I know there's a problem."

The two were completely stunned.

Fenrir took a deep breath: "Why did we both talk about the plan? Why did we say so much useless stuff?"

Both of them looked in the direction of the sound.

A mechanical life form disguised as scrap metal is filming them with a camera. The little robot has an empty spray bottle in its hand.

Before them stood the number one intelligence organization of the Six Great Corridors, the Mechanical Cult.

The image was projected onto the screen in Emil's truck.

Marger displayed his message on the screen.

"Doraemon's Truth Potion is really useful... We must get Lino to mass-produce it."

The Blood Emperor lit a cigarette beside him.

"Brother Ma, the time slowdown is almost over."

The Blood Emperor's power is related to time. When Fenrir was talking to Lennon, he released a miniaturized version of the [Hourglass of Time] from a distance, so that the two guys did not realize that the spacetime they were in was different from the outside world.

"Damn it, they've cracked my time-slowing technique. Should we leave now?"

The Blood Emperor frowned.

Fenrir and Lennon unleashed a suppressed aura, their demonic souls clashing with the air, and a powerful, invisible malice surged toward the van.

Blood Emperor, a chill running down his spine, bit his cigarette. These two were not inferior high-dimensional demons; they were far more powerful, practically standing above all the players.

Only Marger remained calm.

"Hmph, it's not that I don't give them a chance, but only I can defeat myself."

What Marger meant was, it's time to run.

After all, he's the manager; he can't afford to get into real trouble. As long as he gets the intelligence, that's enough.

But the only certainty in life is the uncertainty of life itself.

Nanami woke up.

"They're making so much noise... I'll kill them."

The strongest fighter in the six corridors, open the door and get off!
Golden light rose from the ground, illuminating the entire earth!
(End of this chapter)