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

The room where the ritual took place was a large casino.


Rather, it was for Annan and Dmitry's plan that several casinos in the Winter principality were dismantled, in order to gather all sorts of conventional gambling equipment that the Thousand-Faced Phantom Tower possessed.


Be it card games similar to poker, territory-based board games like Go, chess-like games with complex rules, or various games involving dice...


Although it was difficult to replicate the large structures of the Thousand-Faced Phantom Tower, through conventional channels, they had managed to collect most of the gambling contrivances of the era.


In reality, this was to provide insurance—confining the types of gambling to the room to avoid unnecessary variables.


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