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

"Blueprints, huh? This nesting doll of a nightmare."


Husky, who realized belatedly, exclaimed with admiration, "There's even a mechanism for multiple people detection."


Shi San Xiang, who had just finished speaking and was parched, nearly spat out his tea.


"Damn multiple people detection mechanism... This is clearly a nightmare detection mechanism," he retorted.


According to the information provided by players on the forum, the higher-ups of this world did not all choose to become Transcendents in a rash decision—precisely because of the 'nightmare' mechanism, which could potentially leak critical secrets after death.


—But this particular nightmare was something else.


A big shot had predicted beforehand that after "someone" died, the experiences in the coal-gray wastelands would become a nightmare.


So he directly set up this ritual involving "mirrors," "Cycle," and the "Philosopher's Stone"—


Chapter 130 Sadako plus_1