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

They didn't foolishly wait for darkness to fall on the spot, but instead found a place to have dinner in Roth Fort.


With the assistance of two Transcendents, the gang was not much of a problem.


Even the lowest-ranked bronze-tier Transcendents have an overwhelming advantage over ordinary people in their specific fields.


The name "Transcendent" was something that Solitary Dog: Die Twice had only just learned.


But Solitary Dog: Die Twice had no doubts about it.


Just by looking at how Jiu'er, with her overly petite frame, could easily knock a man in his thirties flying and then cleave him in two with an axe taller than herself… Just Jiu'er alone could probably trigger a mass slaughter.


Keep in mind, Jiu'er wasn't even one and a half meters tall…


Then there was his sister, wielding a two-toned iron club, always looking like she was about to burst into action. Even if she wasn't as strong as Jiu'er, she must be close.


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