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

"Is it really that simple? I understood how to play after hearing it once."


He looked somewhat regretful, "Then isn't it hard to lose?"


"...Face-up or face-down, it's your choice."


Fushi tried his best to ignore Salvatore's words.


For some reason, although Salvatore looked foolish, his words were more infuriating than Annan's.


"If I have a choice, I naturally choose the face-down side."


Fushi sneered, "That's also a strategy."


Salvatore honestly replied, "It's just because if I am on the face-down side, I can observe your cards."


"But don't forget, you can see my cards but can't see your own cards."


Fushi reminded, "And I have the last card, which you can't see."


Chapter 374: The Track of the Sky Chariot