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

Under this system, the ministers who held real power were instead the "proxy agents" supported by the nobility, merely workers.


The nobles all had their own industries, and they leveraged their proxies to amass wealth and earn premiums to support new agents. They also pitted the agents against each other to strike at the factions behind them.


There were also some emerging nobles who had broken free from the controllers on their own and achieved enough to be granted nobility, turning from pawns into players... Likewise, some nobles lost the power to support proxy agents because they ran out of money.


For example, the Viscount of Roth Fort—who used to be the mayor of Frostwater Harbor—was another's puppet proxy, and he himself had previously been a proxy for the Crow family... The entire region of Beihai, including Roth Fort and Frostwater Harbor, belonged to the Crow family.


Chapter 385: The Farthest Distance from the Throne