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

Lin Yiyi had never expected that she, who was usually the one petting others, would one day be held close and petted by someone else.


Although they were still not sure what Bofis's mother's name was… it seemed that she recognized the identity of "Flowing Light." And she appeared to be quite close to it, at least close enough to hug as soon as they met.


Her technique in touching her own ears was exceptionally skilled, just like petting a cat—first absentmindedly kneading for a while, until the ears turned red, and then she stroked from the base of the ear all the way to the tip.


Lin Yiyi felt her ears itch, and they quivered slightly like animal ears... Before Lin Yiyi herself could marvel at this, they were caught by Atalante once again.


This sensation was unexpectedly comfortable for Lin Yiyi but also felt very unfamiliar.


Chapter 402: Maria's Enhancement Book