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

After receiving the main quest, Annan didn't hesitate too much.


The information in this room should have been fully collected.


This was never a room where Annan often stayed. According to Annan's character and behavior, he would never intentionally hide something crucial in a hard-to-find corner.


Such mechanisms that tested one's eyesight and luck were Annan's least favorite.


He preferred to have the essential items openly and straightforwardly placed in front of him or within reach.


Until the moment they were needed... they wouldn't be discovered, "So the most crucial thing had already been obtained by me from the start." That's what could truly be called a "surprising" design.


The "Detailed Diagrams of the Ritual," so conspicuously placed on the table that one could see at a glance, should not have been there.


Annan had deliberately arranged it here to serve as "guidance."


What followed was entirely in line with what Annan had envisioned—


Chapter 363: Guiding and Simulating Reality