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

Adian sat in the gradually slowing subway, his eyes seemingly alight.


They were finally going to come out from that dim Underworld!


Of course, the Underworld had its charms. But he yearned to catch a glimpse of the sun in the Otherworld…


This Otherworld crossing experience could be said to be supreme—their mining of the gold veins in the ashen barren lands for half a month and restraining their levels to the peak of what ordinary people could reach.


Then they proceeded to the Sporogenesis Mill. Under the guidance of Naifertali, they advanced, filling their spell charts with four or five spells. They exchanged the mined gold for a heap of silver and paper currency, purchasing a whole set of equipment.


...Only then did they finally leave the Starter Village and head for the surface.


Learning spells and rituals was indeed interesting.


Chapter 296 Sudden Situation on the Other Side_1