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

Seeing Annan standing before her, lost in thought with his back to her.


Kafney's crystal red eyes were filled with worry, mixed with a trace of fear.


—the fear of being abandoned, being denied.


It was just between a few words—without even having confronted Philip in person.


Yet she had deduced Philip's entire plan through extremely subtle traces and even guessed his reform measures after taking the throne, including the political situation of the Kingdom of Noah decades later.


This was not wisdom that a mortal could possess.


Although Annan had not officially acquired Elemental Power,


there was no doubt that this level was already a sign of deep awakening of the element of "Wisdom".


If Annan were not standing behind her, the courage in Kafney that seemed ready to confront anything would be like a tree without roots, water without a source.


She had no confidence in herself to begin with.


Chapter 356: The Heart of the Monster