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

"Obviously, you wouldn't agree if I said I wouldn't gamble, right?"


Faced with a desperate situation, Annan remained exceptionally calm.


Crow said leisurely, "If you don't choose, I will choose for you. The rules of the Thousand-Faced Phantom Tower already have a plan for those who play passively."


He certainly knew Crow didn't tell everything—still, it was Crow's unique style. He would never pass up an opportunity to be nasty in the slightest detail.


This was probably the most low of all the divine entities.


Even he wasn't ashamed of it but proudly took pride in this lowliness.


Crow did not give Annan an explanation.


The most dangerous part of this game didn't lie in "drawing the five cards Kafney picked out the fastest."


—But in how to avoid the cards Kafney "might have picked" when launching an attack on Crow—


Every attack launched on Crow required the sacrifice of a card.


And as long as he fired the "real card" picked by Kafney as ammunition...


Chapter 368 I Will Dismember You a Thousand Times