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

—— Specimen preservation technology.


Not in the form of text, nor video, and certainly not experience.


But like the principle of nightmare generation, it froze an entire era in time.


"Because there is no main quest in this public nightmare, and thus, no 'experience' can be gained even if one leaves... it will not be purified."


"… But like a nightmare, it requires a soul to support it, right?"


Hilda hesitated: "And to support a nightmare of this scale, I'm afraid it's not something a few souls can suffice…"


Atalante shook her head beside her: "Not everyone will die, but everyone will hope to be chosen. It's a contribution, as well as a sacrifice, without a doubt the 'greatest way to die'."


Atalante was taken aback by the question and immediately looked over.


She seemed astonished and was speechless for a long time.


Chapter 403 Path of Good