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

Upon hearing these words, Salvatore's pupils contracted sharply.


He suddenly realized just what level of big shot this "Chiron," the "centaur," truly was.


Even the title "The Tragic Playwright's Mentor" might not be his most glorious designation...


"I planned to anchor the abilities needed for careers firmly into a grand ritual.


"I compiled the characteristics of various careers, divided the features of each career, and created clear and effective promotion pathways between them. I assigned different 'skills' to different careers to ensure that all who seek sublimation theoretically could reach the Stigmatization rank, without exhausting their potential by taking the wrong path."


At this point, Chiron smiled. "Of course, I couldn't do this alone.


Chapter 383 Book of Truth: Compilation and Discussion