Unholy Player Chapter 484 The Price of Necessity

Henry froze for a heartbeat. Since that catastrophic, blood-soaked day, this was the very first time Adyr had actually mentioned the incident involving his confrontation with the Mad Scientist.

Adyr had maintained a total silence regarding those events until now. The only facts known to others were that the Mad Scientist, driven by obscure motives, had launched a lethal assault on the Player Headquarters. The base had been transformed into a site of carnage where numerous personnel were slaughtered and Adyr's family was seized.

Now that Adyr was finally breaking his silence, Henry chose to remain a silent observer. He stood beside the mangled body that refused to succumb, watching as Adyr lay amidst shredded flesh and the scent of metallic, drying blood.

"I will ascend as a ruler. I will act as a hero. I will transform into a monster. Whatever is required to obtain that power, I will do it." As the radiance of his Grace surged around him, Adyr’s wounds began a rapid recovery. The intensifying glow enveloped him, effectively driving the shadows from the corners of the room.

Flesh began to knit within his empty socket, and his crimson eye started to manifest once more. It locked onto Henry, its focus sharpening with the lethal precision of a blade being ground to a fine edge.

"Therefore, Henry, cease your opposition. Assist me in ensuring the safety of my family. In exchange, I shall grant you this entire world and the very freedom you crave."

Henry attempted to speak, but the reply died in his throat, caught in the tension between submission and terror.

Wasn't this the ultimate objective—to break the cycle and secure their liberty? Adyr was now offering that very thing without reservation, asking only for one condition: the protection of his kin.

However, Henry wondered about the true price they would all eventually pay to realize this vision.

Thousands on Earth had already perished, their deaths linked directly or indirectly to Adyr’s actions. In the Beyond, the Umbraen race had been completely wiped out, replaced by a Human city that stood like a freezing monument over their remains. Countless small villages had been extinguished, their inhabitants dying without ever understanding the cause of their demise.

Adyr was undeniably fulfilling his mission to elevate Humanity, yet he did so by piling up a mountain of corpses. An invisible graveyard of silent stones seemed to follow in his wake.

This was not a foreign concept to the Human race. Throughout history, nations had been cemented with blood and built upon the dead, a recurring cycle of civilization.

Every chronicle of birth was shadowed by a tragic tale of ruin and sacrifice, hidden beneath the folds of flags and the echoes of victory speeches.

The difference here was that this entire bloody process was being dictated by the will of a single individual, concentrated into the choices of one man.

Looking into those eyes, Henry recognized the staggering weight Adyr carried alone. Rhys’s previous words began to ring in his ears: 'Have you ever questioned what he truly desires? What his ultimate aim is, where his drive leads, and what sort of future he intends to create?'

While Henry still struggled to find those answers, he finally grasped the sheer scale of the man's ambition. Adyr sought power at any cost, regardless of how much blood stained his path.

And power was exactly what Humanity required at this moment. That realization was sufficient for Henry to lower his head and offer his consent. "I understand."

He finally accepted that Adyr was no longer the disciplined youth who loved his family and spent quiet afternoons playing chess.

He had become a vessel for the burdens that adults had forced upon him—a pressure so immense it would break any normal man, yet it drove him forward relentlessly.

"Excellent." Adyr let out a sigh as his Grace surged once more. The healing process accelerated; his skin was visibly mending, and his missing parts began to regrow. Muscle and tissue wove themselves back together with unnatural speed.

By forcing his body to regenerate so quickly, he was draining his stamina, leaving him feeling hollowed out, famished, and burdened by a bone-deep fatigue.

Yet, he refused to remain in a broken state before his Lunari visitors. It was vital to demonstrate that while he had the capacity to ruin himself, he also possessed the strength to recover and stand tall once more.

Shortly after Henry placed the emergency call, the sound of approaching footsteps began to ring through the cold, narrow corridors.

A medical team equipped with various instruments arrived, accompanied by two individuals in black STF uniforms. Their movements were swift and disciplined.

The two in STF gear were Players who had specialized in healing paths; their bearing and equipment set them apart from standard infantry.

Within the Human forces, including Adyr, only 19 Players remained. Among them, only four were dedicated healers—the true support backbone for any engagement.

Two were currently deployed on a mission to seize more Spark territory for crystal production, while these two had been recuperating in the city and responded immediately to the summons.

Upon entering the cramped room and seeing Adyr’s ravaged state, even the healers were stunned. Their eyes instinctively flicked toward Zephan and the two Elders. Adyr was not merely the undisputed strongest Player; he was a titan of the Outer Region and the cornerstone of their collective strength.

Witnessing such a man in this condition was shocking; they could only assume he had survived a clash between Rank 4 entities—the kind of battle that levels cities.

As the two Players and the Lunari locked eyes, a heavy, suffocating silence filled the hall. It was a wordless pressure that seemed to squeeze the very air out of the corridor, making every heart race.

The Players were merely Rank 2 and stood no chance against three Rank 4 Practitioners. Nevertheless, their refusal to back down and their readiness to die showed their fierce spirit. "Relax, ladies. They are guests here." Rhys intervened, appearing pleased by the Players' defiance. Although Selina commanded the Players, Rhys was a respected figure treated like an Elder by all. Following his lead, the two Players saluted and hurried to Adyr’s side, their suspicion replaced by professional urgency.

However, they paused when Adyr spoke before they could activate their healing Cultivation skills.

"There is no need, thank you."

The Grace radiating from him flared again. His skin began to shimmer as a layer of warm light blanketed his form, causing his injuries to seal rapidly. The edges of his torn flesh closed right before their eyes.

The luminescence was particularly bright around his face. His missing eye was nearly restored, and his ruined lips began to reform, quickly returning his features to a recognizable human expression.