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

Although it wasn't as difficult to make as the Philosopher's Stone, to the extent that one wouldn't even dare to attempt it—at least these two potions were still within Salvatore's knowledge.


But at the time, Annan was preparing to challenge the Spirit Monk, and Salvatore was very worried that if something went wrong, he might drag Annan down.


Therefore, even if it meant breaking his own self-imposed rules and risking his body being taken away, he still decided to release the shadow.


After all, the shadow was also a facet of Salvatore. Even though it was a personality opposite to Salvatore's, he trusted her not to cause trouble at a critical moment.


And indeed, the shadow did not cause any trouble.


But Salvatore felt that this technique of "suddenly shaking a substitute into existence" was quite useful, so he became somewhat addicted to it.


Chapter 407 Flamell Family