Not praying for ten strings

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.
Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.
Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.
Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.
Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—
"Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you."
Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, "the Just", the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

Super Righteous Player

Inside Old Alvin's estate, there wasn't much that could be directly taken away.


But thankfully, nearly everything that could be taken away was ordinary money.


Besides a few exquisitely crafted pure silver ornaments set with gems, there were also four bags of silver coins—of the fifty-coin variety. And fifty paper notes worth one pound each.


There were no Gold Coins stored… but hidden in a secret compartment were an entire twelve gold bars.


This Annan was actually quite easy to understand.


In the current Kingdom of Noah, Gold Coins were actually not a common currency in circulation, but paper notes called "Gold Pounds" were.


Because the predecessor Pope of the Silver Baron, Radiance III, while studying economic laws, had proposed a theory—if people have two Gold Coins in hand, one with a higher gold content and one with a lower, people tend to spend the one with the lower value and save or even melt down the one with the higher value to make jewelry.


Chapter 91 This is a World Where Looks Matter_1