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

In fact, a fallen Gold, after being reborn and ascending to the throne numerous times, finally grew tired and longed to wander freely in his last life. At the same time, he harbored a grand scheme—not to secure his own succession, but to maintain the normal operation of the kingdom even after he had abandoned power. 


That is to say, Philip wanted his successful experience to be generalized among the entire upper class of Noah.


"He probably wants to use this method to force those upper-class nobles to take a longer view," Annan easily saw through Philip's strategy. 


That couldn't be said to be purely evil. 


Even one might say... from a long-term perspective, he truly had the Kingdom of Noah's interests at heart.


Chapter 355: A Brilliant Plan